Good Run of Bad Luck

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: Not mine…

AN: And we've come to Day Eleven, we're almost there… it's almost scary.

AN2: This one goes out to my cousin, who only really reads this story.

Chapter 11: Allies, Old and New

Hermione realized relatively quickly that struggling against the shaggy haired brunet was pointless, so instead of wasting her efforts, she just tried to keep pace as best she could. As they passed her fellow wizards, she silently indicated that they should go on without her and that she would be alright.

The other pilots were mildly confused as to Heero's actions, but they didn't comment as they followed the pair to the parking lot. The silence continued as the witch was maneuvered into the backseat of their SUV and the other piled in. The former Wing pilot climbed into the driver's seat and took off for home.

It took a lot less time than it normally did, which surprised the others, Heero was usually the most paranoid among them. Once they reached the house, he waited for the others to get out before grabbing the bushy haired girl again and practically dragged her to the front door.

"Duo!" he called once he cleared the threshold.

"Hey, Hee-chan," the braided teen appeared from the living room, holding his braid firmly over his shoulder as the chibi stalked sullenly behind him. "Guys. Who's the chick? And speaking of chicks, Quat, why is Re-Re calling you?"

"Mione?" Harry asked incredulously, before covering his mouth and shooting an anxious glance at his brother.

"Come," Heero ordered, finally dropping the witch's arm and picking Harry up. "You guys fill Duo in. And Quatre, we'll discuss Relena later."

He headed up the stairs, expecting Hermione to follow, which she did, her curiosity getting the better of her. He made his way into his bedroom and set Harry on the bed. He motioned for the bushy haired girl to take the desk chair, while he sat next to the chibi.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked, not liking being left in the dark.

"I can explain, Mione," the cat boy said nervously. "First off, don't freak out. It's me, Harry." With a sigh, he lifted his bangs to show her his scar.

"Harry?" her eyes widened in disbelief. "What happened to you? Why didn't you write? Why didn't you call? I could've helped you."

"Hermione, breathe," Harry held up his hands. "As for what happened, I'll get to that. I did write, Kreacher should've delivered it. And as for calling, I can't get near a phone to save my life, except this morning when I answered Quatre's phone and talked to someone named Relena."

"Alright, I'm calm now," she pulled her hands in front of her as she took a breath. "Let's start at the beginning, how did this happen?" she waved at his shrunken form. "Last thing I knew, you were going to talk with Dumbledore after the battle."

"Yeah," he scratched the back of his neck, his tail flicking to the side and curling around Heero's wrist. "After that, I woke up in, what I can only assume, was Grimmauld Place, and Ginny and Pansy Parkinson were there. Let's just say I refused Ginny and was force fed a potion. I woke up again, shrunk."

"Ginny Weasley? Are you sure?" she interrupted.

"You think I didn't recognize my ex-girlfriend?" he gave her an exasperated look. "She wasn't acting like she was under any spell that I've seen, and she was acting too much like herself to be someone under Polyjuice. Anyway, I escaped and they hit me with a couple spells, and ended up with these," he waved his hand, indicating his ears and tail. "Then the Preventers picked me up and I was given to Trowa, who the best I can figure is my brother."

"Wow," Hermione sat back in her chair. "That is some story. It would only happen to you, you know that right?"

"Yeah, tell me about it," his ears drooped despondently.

"Maybe Bill can help figure out the spell used to help reverse it," she mused out loud.

"No!" Harry shook his head adamantly. "I don't want the Weasleys involved. Don't even tell Charlie. I don't want it to accidentally get back to Ginny. I-I just can't deal with her right now. Besides, Snape's agreed to make a potion to fix me and I'm sure he'll work out the spellwork too."

"Professor Snape?" she frowned. "Harry, he's dead."

"No, no, Hermione, he's not," the green eyes lit up. "He was here. I talked to him. He didn't really explain how, but yeah, he said he'd make me a potion to return me to my true age."

"And Heero's the only one of them who knows any of this?" she glanced at the former Wing pilot.

"Yeah," Harry shrugged. "He sort of followed me the other night when I snuck out to try and call you. I had to tell him, or he would've gone to Trowa."

"If this Trowa is truly your brother, Harry," the bushy haired witch sighed, "you should tell him."

"I-I can't do that," he buried his face in his hands. "He'll hate me. Think I'm a freak, just like the Dursleys. I don't want to lose my brother."

"You won't," Heero spoke up for the first time. "Trowa won't think any less of you. But she is right, you should be the one to tell him, which is the only reason I haven't yet."

"Fine," the dark head bowed in resignation. "I just don't know how."

"The truth is always best," the shaggy haired brunet shrugged. "If nothing else you could take him to the graveyard."

"I guess," Harry shrugged. "That just seems a bit morbid."

"I'll leave it up to you," Heero said, pushing to his feet, causing the tail to fall from his wrist. "I'm going to take your friend home now. I'd use this time wisely, if not, I will be telling him tomorrow."

"Goodbye, Harry," Hermione went over and hugged him. "Everything'll work out, you'll see. And call me and let me know how it goes."

"Thanks, Mione," he returned the embrace. "I guess I'll see you later."

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Once the three disappeared up the stairs, the four remaining pilots dispersed. Quatre retrieved his phone from Duo and went off to make a call, the braided teen trailing behind him, demanding to know why the pink stalker was calling him; Trowa, realizing his boyfriend was distracted, went off to begin making something for lunch; Wufei, on the other hand, headed into the living room to see what he could find out about their new team.

He had just settled into his favorite armchair with his laptop, when his phone rang. He pulled the device out of his pocket and frowned as he read the screen: Unknown number.

"Hello?" he asked, deciding to risk answering.

~May I speak with Mr. Wufei Chang?~ the voice on the other end sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"This is Wufei," he answered with a frown.

~Mr. Chang, it is urgent that you and I meet.~

"Why?" the Chinese teen scowled darkly.

~I feel it is a delicate matter that should not be discussed over the phone,~ the other said, apparently choosing their words carefully.

"Anything you have to say to me," he snapped, "you can say over the—"

~No, I cannot,~ the stranger interrupted. ~I must insist we meet. I'm currently staying in London, would it be possible for you to meet me at my hotel?~

"I think not," he scoffed. "There is a coffee shop on Tottenham Court Road, we can meet there at noon."

~Very well. I look forward to seeing you. Till then.~

Wufei's scowl deepened as the line went dead. It took a moment for him to realize that he'd just agreed to meet a complete stranger in London the following day. He hadn't been played like that since Treize Khushrenada was still alive. That guy was good, and definitely worth meeting now. Well, he only had to wait till the following day to figure out this mystery.

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After Heero and Hermione left, Harry sat alone in the room for a few more minutes, trying to gather his courage to face his brother. He finally got to his feet and made his way out of the room in search of the unibanged teen.

He started in the living room, but only Wufei was there, seemingly lost in thought. He checked the parlor and library, but both were a bust. He was just about to give up and try another time when he found himself outside the kitchen. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. His ears and tail drooped when he saw his brother at the stove. He was sure he had dodged the bullet this time. Well, it was now or never, and he knew Heero would keep his word.

"Trowa," he said quietly, "c-can we talk?"

"Oh," the former Heavyarms pilot was startled by the chibi, but hid it well. "Hello, little one, what can I do for you?"

"Can you not call me that, please?" he fidgeted nervously, his tail flipping back and forth briskly.

"Of course, Harry," he frowned slightly, turning away from the stove. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well, um, well," the neko glanced around the room, half hoping the floor would open up and swallow him.

"Harry," Trowa sighed and lifted his brother into his arms, "you can tell me anything. Did something happen? Did you do something?"

"Not technically," Harry started playing with the collar of Trowa's t-shirt. "But Heero and Mione said I should talk to you."

"Okay," he nodded encouragingly, turning back to the stove to make sure nothing burned.

"Well, okay," his little face screwed up like he was about to tell him something terrible. "I'm not five. I know I look five, but I'm not."

"Actually, you look like you're three," the unibanged teen bit his lip to keep from laughing.

"I look five, damn it," green eyes narrowed indignantly. "I'm actually seventeen."

"Come again?" he turned his full attention to the boy in his arms.

"I'm seventeen," Harry sighed, well the cat was out of the bag now. "That's how I knew you weren't my dad."

"Okay," the former Heavyarms pilot set him down on the counter next to the stove. "Start at the beginning."

"Well," the chibi worried his lip between his teeth, "I was born here in Godric's Hollow in A.C. 180 to James and Lily Potter. I don't know anything about you or what happened to you, so there's no use asking. Anyway, they were killed about a year and a half later by a maniac who wanted me dead."

"Why would he want you dead?" Trowa interjected.

"Okay," he sighed. "Guess I should've started with this: Magic is real. I am a wizard, so were our parents, and the guy that killed them. He came after me because of a prophecy that was made about us. I would be the only one who would be able to defeat him."

"That makes sense," the unibanged teen nodded. "Go on."

"Wait, just like that you're going to accept that magic is real?" Harry asked incredulously, he hadn't even accepted it that easily.

A small smirk worked at the corners of his mouth, "It's not that hard to believe when you can do it yourself." He waved his hand at the pot he'd been tending on the stove, which began to stir itself.

"Wicked," green eyes widened in admiration. "How did you do that? I have to use my wand to do magic." He pulled it from his pocket.

"I've never used one," the former clown shrugged. "When I realized I could do things on accident, I trained myself to do it on purpose. But we're getting off track, you were telling me about what happened after our parents died."

"Right," he shook his head. "I was sent to live with the Dursleys, our mum's sister and her family. I hated it there, they hated me, I wouldn't bother getting to know them, they don't like magic or anything associated with it.

"Anyway, when I was eleven I was accepted to Hogwarts, a wizarding school here in Britain. I learned about our parents, and magic, and about once a year I had a run in with Voldemort, or one of his supporters. I finally defeated him and fulfilled the prophecy about two weeks before I met you."

"I see," Trowa nodded, he was sure there was more to that story but for now that was enough, they'd have time for that later. "And this?" he indicated the shrunken stature.

"A couple classmates of mine, one of which was my ex-girlfriend," he rolled his eyes, "decided they wanted to play a fucked up game of house. I escaped, they hit me with a couple spells, and then Duo found me, and well, you know the rest."

"And Heero knew all this?" the unibanged teen frowned.

"Yeah, he caught me sneaking out," Harry pulled a face. "But don't be mad at him, I asked him not to tell you. I-I was scared you wouldn't like me anymore," he started playing with his tail. "I grew up with people who hated and feared me, I didn't want that from you. I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad," a large hand reached over and took his. "You are family and nothing will change that."

A watery smile crossed the chibi's face before he launched himself off the counter and into his brother's arms. Trowa chuckled quietly as he held him close.

"Harry," the former Heavyarms pilot said after a few moments, "I do have a couple more questions before we end this."

"Okay," Harry looked up at him and nodded.

"How do you know Zechs' friend, Snape? Is he truly your uncle?"

"No, no, no, gross," his nose wrinkled in disgust. "He's not even my godfather. He was my potions professor at school. He was a friend of our mum's, and kind of a rival of dad's. Anyway, he's gonna make me a potion to make me big again."

"That's nice of him," Trowa shook his head.

"I know, right? It was so out of character for the guy I've known for the past seven years," Harry shook his head. "But he was a spy, so he was only pretending to hate me when he was actually just looking out for me the entire time."

"Has anyone told you that you talk a lot?" the unibanged teen chuckled.

"Well one of us has to," the chibi gave him an incredulous look. "Makes up for your silent act."

"Touché," he conceded. "And what about Hermione?"

"Oh, she's my best friend," Harry waved absently. "She's practically my sister. I've been trying to get a hold of her since Duo picked me up. Heero knew that so when he realized who she was, he brought her to see me."

"I think that's enough for now," Trowa shook his head, his brother definitely wasn't boring. "Why don't you go tell everyone that lunch is ready?"

"Okay," the neko hopped down and ran out of the room, it was the happiest his brother had seen him since his arrival.

Ammie: Okay, so there it is, hopefully nothing too bad will come of it. Anyway, let me know what you think.