The Heir of House Black

AN: I make no profit from this. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Gundam Wing is owned by Sunrise.

35: Damage Control

Ron groaned as he worked on the rope, pulled tightly and knotted it before he moved to the next one. "So, why are we tying him up again. This feels dirty, it's totally a slytherin tactic."

Trowa smirked as he held Quatre's head in his lap while Ron continued to bind the boy as tightly as possible.

"Imagine this. It's the final Quidditch match of the season, versus slytherin. If you win, you win the house cup. Now, everyone just got brand new upgraded brooms and the victory is a shoe-in. You walk into the locker room to grab your brooms but someone has broken and burned all of them, leaving you with the school's second hand brooms."

Ron looked appalled.

"Now, you know who did it, it's obvious to everyone, but you can't just go out and say it, because you don't have any proof. So you have to go on and play anyway. You lose the match and you know it's because of dirty cheating Slytherins."

Ron nodded.

"Ok, now imagine how incredibly angry you are, how much you want revenge for this act and how you'll do anything to get said revenge."

Ron nodded again, not liking where this was going.

"Now, put Quatre in your place and replace the brooms with his family."

"BLOODY FUCKING HELL!" Ron's eyes were wide in the terrible realization of just what they were going to have to deal with when the blonde woke up.

"That's right. We have to do this for his own good."

"And why, exactly, do I have to do it?" Ron grumbled, not wanting at all to be at ground fucking ZERO. Pun intended.

"Because Quatre could Order Malfoy to free him, He could scare Duo into doing it and he could guilt Heero and Wu Fei into doing it. He could probably convince Hermione to do it and well… Harry's just a tad bit too easy to manipulate when it comes to Riddle."

Ron sighed. "Fuck.. you're right."

Trowa chuckled. "You're the perfect man for the job."

Quatre groaned softly as he began to wake up. Ron stiffened visibly, but continued his job of binding Quatre.

Quatre opened his eyes, smiling when the first thing he saw was Trowa's face.

"Morning sleepyhead."

Quatre smiled again. "Trowa, why am I being restrained?" His voice calm as can be. Somehow, that calmness was terrifying.

"It's for your own safety."

"What's going on, why do I need to be restrained?" Quatre seemed to be thinking as he went silent. Lifting his head just a bit as he looked around the area. He didn't see the gundams or anyone else besides Trowa and Ron.

"What happened when I was out.. Is everyone safe?"

Trowa nodded. "No casualties. We won."

Quatre frowned, he wanted to rub his chest. Something felt so off.. That feeling that had overcome him during the battle… "Who was it.. Who was piloting those suits."

Trowa frowned. He didn't want to tell him, but he wouldn't lie to Quatre.

"It was Rashid and his men. The Maguanacs have been comprimised. We don't know anything else, they've been imperioused and we haven't been able to break it yet."

Ron stiffened… Trowa stiffed. Quatre's eyes narrowed in cold fury. This was the moment they were waiting for.

"Let me go Trowa."

The banged pilot just shook his head. "You know I can't. It's for your own good."

Quatre considered, before he looked at Ron. Glaring a bit before he Spoke.

"Ron.." but the redhead interrupted him.

"Nothing you can say will sway me." Ron was terrified, but his Gryffindor tendencies won over as he held fast.

Quatre narrowed his eyes as he seemed to be looking for a way to turn the Gryffindor to his side, but he found nothing. He simply had no real leverage to use against Ron.

He growled in frustration. He knew, deep down, that his lover was right, but he was furious. So rarely did his emotions take control of him like this… so rarely. He would thank Trowa later, when he was himself, if they managed to prevent him from.

"Shadi" He called for his Janni. The blue-skinned fey creature appeared, bowing to his master.

Trowa smirked, he was prepared for this. "Directive Alpha Zero Three, Return home and wait for orders."

Shadi bowed. "At once master." and vanished before Quatre could give the creature an order.

Ron stared at Trowa. "What on earth? How did you do that?"

Quatre grumbled.

"Quatre gave his servants a standing order to Obey me if I uttered certain specific, coded messages. In case he becomes compromised so they can't be used when he is not thinking correctly."

Ron shakes his head, "he really does think of everything."

Trowa grinned, petting Quatre's head.

Quatre looked up at Trowa, Trowa smiled back. "Feeling a little better?"

Quatre nodded. "Yes. I think I'll be ok now." Trowa nodded, he could feel his lover calming down. "Ron.. can you untie me now, I'd like to go see my men."

Ron sighed. He started to untie Quatre.

"Ron, did I say to untie him yet?"

Ron looked confused. "But.. he said he was better.. You looked?"

Trowa shook his head, chuckling. "Nice try Quatre, you're not fooling anyone."

The blonde growled. "Dammit! Let me go" he struggled a bit. Trowa just chuckled.

"Might as well sit back Ron, we're gonna be waiting for a good while."

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