Not as big as the first chapter, I will admit that. I am trying to keep everyone in character, especially Trowa.
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That night, Trowa laid on his back in his room as he stared up at the dark ceiling. As he watched the ceiling fan slowly move, Trowa gently twirled his wedding ring. Mina always did that when she was nervous and her ring would fall. Sighing heavily Trowa stopped and pushed his ring farther onto his finger. He couldn't stop thinking about that kid across the street, he rolled to his left side and fell asleep.
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The morning sun grew inside the house as the morning continued. Young Harry Potter stood by the window, looking out it through the curtains. He was curious about the new people across the street, he heard his uncle and aunt talking and it sounded like the new people across the street sound interesting.
"Potter!" His uncle's shout had Harry jump and scramble away from the window, just as his uncle walked into the living room. "Trash duty!" He orders. "Get to it!"
"Yes, uncle." Harry moves to start the beginning of the day.
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Trowa walked into the kitchen, finding Hilde cooking breakfast, and Dorothy is setting the table. "Morning ladies."
"Morning Trowa." Dorothy smiled.
"MAXWELL!" A very angry Wufei yelled, followed by laughter and hurried footsteps from upstairs. Laughter is heard as Duo rushed down the stairs and rushed into the kitchen and zoomed to hide behind Hilde just seconds of Wufei stalking into the kitchen, completely soaked and Quetra followed.
"What should we do about across the street?" Quatra asked, sitting down at the table.
"Just got orders from Une this morning." Duo answered as he leaned on the kitchen counter. "She sent us new information about the kid."
"And?" Wufei pressed.
"There's not enough information even back home." Duo started to eat. "His parents were killed."
"Poor thing." Hilde said as she shook her head.
"The boy's mother's sister is suppose to be raising him." Duo continued.
"There's no one else to look after the child?" Quatre asked, making Duo shake his head.
"Sadly no. Am I the only one who picked up on how extra sweet those people were last night?" The braided pilot asked.
"We sensed it." Trowa nods
"There has to be at least someone for the boy to stay." Quatre said. "A forgotten relative perhaps?"
"There are two names." Duo holds up two fingers, then waves his hand. "But they're botched out. Way too hard to read."
Trowa picked up his now empty plate and walked towards the sink. "There has to be something we have to do." He said before leaving, again leaving everyone staring at his retreat.
"What's wrong with him?" Duo asked.
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Later that day, Trowa sat alone in the front yard on the stoop. His elbows on his knees as he watched the house across the street.
The street was quiet, until the child came running around the house like he was being chased, and he was as a bigger boy came running around the corner of the house and chased the younger one, who was able to find a tree and climb up it.
Trowa was amazed the little guy was able to climb up a tree.
The front door across the street opened and the skinny woman stood there. "Diddykins, what are you doing?"
Her son breathed heavily. "Just playing with Harry." He answered sweetly.
"That's nice dear, come inside, your pop-tarts are ready."
The big boy's face lit up. "Alright!" He hurried inside, then the woman turned to the boy in the tree.
"Harry Potter, get down here at once!" Her tone is harsh and cold.
Trowa stood up, having the need to go straight towards that house.
"I know how you feel, young man." An elderly woman's voice from the sidewalk had Trowa turn his attention to see the elderly woman.
"You know about him?" Trowa asked. "The smallest boy?"
The elder nods. "Yes."
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The elder is now sitting in the living room. "Thank you." She smiled as Hilde hands her a cup of hot chocolate.
"You're welcome." Hilde then sat back down next to Duo.
"I have been watching Harry for most of his young life." The elder began.
"Who are you?" Wufei asked.
"My name is Arabella Figg." The woman answered. "I use to have to baby-sit the poor boy." She explained. "I had been order to look after the boy."
"Ordered?" Dorothy asked as she sat between Quatre and Trowa. "By whom?"
"The headmaster of Hogworts of course."
"One thing at a time, please." Trowa said. "Can you tell us about the young boy?"
"How much time do you have?"
The Gundam pilots look at each other.
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Hope you still like. I like reviews, that excite me as I want to continue
