AN Hey all, welcome to chapter three. The promised explination that was supposed to follow chapter two has been delayed, due to my brain dying on accound of Summer vacation. Besides that, I've replanned out this entire story (burning what I had before, with much enjoyment, might I add) and improved everything. Please bear with the annoying repetivness of this chapter, as it will get better soon.
For those who care, I have not found a job yet, though I am searching. And, I'm proud to say I've passed my Junior year in Highschool, (on the first try! Though, I've never repeated a grade before...) and will be a senior next year. BOW TO ME! MWAHAHAHA!!! *coughs* You can read now.
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Chapter 3
Harry's eyes snapped open when the alarm clock next to his and Duo's bed went off. The shrill, loud beeping was enough to rouse everyone in the apartment building, so he quickly shut it off, untangling himself from Duo's warm embrace and heading out of the room for a much needed shower. He could hear Quatre already moving around in the kitchen, and just barely see Trowa sitting at the table, reading one of his adventure stories. He was most likely taking pleasure in something that hadn't taken place in his overly exciting and threatening life.
Wufei was most likely at the park two blocks away, getting in an early work out session before Duo would wake and set off his concentration.
"Six thirty in the morning," Harry grumbled to himself, not caring if Trowa looked up at him, one eye curious, the other still covered by his gravity defying hair. "How anybody can work out at this time, I'll never know."
He stumbled into the bathroom, shutting the door and turning on the water for a quick shower. He took a quick moment to check on Heero, to see how his double was doing before stepping into the shower for a much needed scrub down. The moment that Harry stepped into the kitchen, still toweling his dark brown hair, he was greeted by a suddenly silent kitchen, and attacked by four curious sets of eyes.
Harry looked at all of his friends carefully before sitting down in his spot next to Duo and pulling the plate of pancakes towards him.
"Um... Heero?" Quatre asked hesitantly, his aqua eyes showing that he was not completely sure about who he was talking to.
"Harry," he corrected, picking up a pancake and shoving it into his mouth. "We switched for the day."
Duo appeared in his lap almost instantly, looking carefully into his eyes. Eyes that Harry knew held a tint of green in his presence. The braided boy apparently saw the green and grinned, proceeding to poke him gently with one finger.
"HEY!" Harry snapped irritable, shying away from Duo's prodding hands. "No poking!" The words were more harsh then Harry meant them to be, and the braided boy was immediately hurt by his actions.
Duo backed away, his purple eyes holding that hurt expression in them. "Alright," he said softly, moving towards the door. "Let me know when you and Heero switch back, alright?" He disappeared and a few seconds later, the front door opened and closed softly.
There was a moment of stunned silence, before the remaining boys turned to glare at Harry, who was too shocked to even move.
"Well," Wufei commented, pushing away his empty plate. "I'm just going to make sure he doesn't do something stupid..." He got up and let the kitchen, following Duo to make sure the other boy was alright - not that he'd ever admit that to anybody.
"Shit," Harry muttered, banging his head on the table. He looked up, "I'm sorry... it's just, usually when Heero and I switch it's during the day when I have more control over the difference in our emotions. When we switch at night, I have a bit of a harder time adjusting."
Quatre and Trowa looked skeptical and Harry sighed.
"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself more properly. My name is Harry Potter."
Quatre looked at him with a stern expression. "By the way Heero talked about you, I expected somebody with more control over his emotions. If you knew that switching at night would be such a problem, why didn't you just wait for a more appropriate time?"
"That was the appropriate time," Harry answered, not seeing Trowa's visible eyebrow rise at the appearance of his British accent. "If we had waited, it would have been too obvious."
"Too obvious?" Trowa repeated, placing one hand of Quatre's arm in an attempt to calm the blond down. Quatre sent the taller boy a look before nodding.
"Yes, I'm supposed to meet somebody for breakfast so we can review before one of my finals today. If we switch when we're standing up, we pass out, because it takes a lot of energy to be pulled into another body. When we're sitting or laying down - it's just a lot easier that way."
Trowa nodded in understanding. Somehow, he understood what Harry was trying to explain. When Quatre saw Trowa's nod of acceptance, he also nodded. Trowa was an excellent judge of character, and if he was willing to trust this boy, then the blond would give it a shot as well.
"I'm Quatre Rebarba Winner," he said, holding out his hand, "but Quatre works just fine. It's nice to meet you, Harry Potter."
Harry grinned, holding out his hand as well to take a grip of Quatre's. "Nice to meet you as well, though to tell the truth, I've known you and worked with you for nearly two years now."
While Quatre was distracted Harry felt inside the boy's being for the steady pulse that would tell him if he was a wizard of not. He found it with ease, smiling and letting go of Quatre's hand when he did.
"Trowa Barton," Trowa then said, holding out his hand like the small blond had. Harry nodded at him, taking his hand and preforming the same test. Trowa had that pulse as well, though it was a bit more hidden then Quatre's or Duo's. Trowa's eyes narrowed as he felt something inside him click at Harry's handshake.
"Maybe you should go find Duo and explain about this morning," he suggested stiffly, nodding towards the door. "Wufei will have calmed him down by now."
Harry nodded and quickly left the apartment.
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Duo stormed along the side of the street, head down, hands in his pockets. So that was Harry. He sure was a lot different then Heero, a lot meaner. He thought that Harry was supposed to be a great guy, nice and happy, that's what Heero had told him the night before. The Deathscythe pilot snorted at that and continued walking.
His ears caught the sound of soft footfalls behind him, and he instantly spun around, two knives appearing in his hands like magic.
Wufei slowed his pace, raising an eyebrow and smirking at his co-worker, placing his katana back in its sheath. "Going to kill me, Maxwell?"
"If I was going to kill you, you'd already be dead." Duo muttered, placing his knives back in their sheaths. "Go away Wu, I'd rather be alone."
Wufei caught up with him a moment later. "Look Duo," he said. "I was just as surprised as you were. The way that that boy acted was just strange. With the way that Heero talked about him, you'd think he was a whole lot happier." The Chinese boy stopped, placing his hand on Duo's arm in order to stop him as well. "But, what I think it is, is that trying to adjust from having too many emotions, to none at all can be a little disorienting. Harry must have been reacting to that in a strange way and just took it out on you because you were the only one near him."
Duo's purple eyes looked deeply into Wufei's onyx ones. "I guess I did come on a little strong..."
"Maxwell, you were sitting in the guy's lap poking him like he were a large teddy bear." Wufei said in exasperation. "No wonder he snapped at you!"
Duo pulled his expression into a pout. "Thanks a lot, Wuffers." He sniffed. "If you think you're comforting me, you're doing a pretty lousy job."
"Don't get your hopes up baka," Wufei snorted. "I just didn't want to be down a friend. Not many people can tolerate our presence very long... us being Gundam pilots and all."
Duo grinned, his cheerful attitude back. "You know you love me." He said in a sing-song voice.
Before Wufei could respond, another set of foot falls reached their ears, and both boys pulled their guns.
"Duo!" Heero's voice reached them, "Wufei, wait - let me explain!"
Duo tensed, seeing his koi running down the street. "Please," Harry said, looking deeply into the two sets of eyes currently glaring at him. "I know that this is weird, and that you probably really don't like me, but at least give me a chance to explain."
"You can buy us some coffee," Duo said gruffly, nodding at Wufei. "And you can explain while we eat." He took a quick glance into Heero's eyes, trying to determine who he was talking to.
It was still Harry.
After Harry had bought the two boys their desired beverage, they sat down in a corner booth to talk without being overheard.
Harry stared down at the tabletop, not really wanting to look into his friends eyes at the moment. "^Um,^" he started intelligently. "^Can I say first, that I honestly didn't mean what I said to you before?^"
Duo grunted, taking another gulp of his boiling hot drink without so much as a wince.
"^Listen,^" Wufei said, placing his tea on the table. "^We've already come up with a reason for your annoying behavior. It consists of too many emotions, not enough emotions and trying to sort though an overnight change. Do we have the correct idea?^"
"^Yeah.^" Harry muttered. "^Something like that.^"
The Chinese youth nodded. "^That's what I thought, now explain something to me. Heero said that you lived in another time-line, what did he mean by that? What time to you live in?^"
"^A very different time,^" Harry sighed, looking into Wufei's piercing gaze without hesitation. "^There aren't any mobile suits, or any colonies. Nobody travels in space at all, most people don't even travel if they can help it.^"
Duo stared. As a child who grew up in a space colony, and later traveled frequently from space to Earth, that was the strangest thing he could think to hear. His whole life had revolved around the war and the colonies. First being a war orphan and later piloting Deathscythe in order to end the war. Wufei was also startled, a time before the Mobile Suits was not something he had ever considered.
"Weird." Both boys said simultaneously and Harry grinned at them, knowing that was their way of accepting him, by believing what he said for what it meant.
"So," Harry said, taking a look at their empty cups. "We have a lot of work to do today, Heero said something about the Gundams, I must say, it's a whole lot better then taking final exams!"
Duo laughed. "We're just getting ready for the mission next week, we probably don't even need our Gundams."
Wufei nodded his head at that. "I'm sure that Duo has enough bombs hidden in his braid to blow up a whole colony, Gundam's won't be needed."
Duo grinned in agreement.
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Heero was up with nearly an hour to spare before he was supposed to meet up with Draco for breakfast. He spent that time sorting through Harry's memories, marveling at how similar they really were. Finally he took another look at the hovering Snitch clock by his pillow.
It was just about to set off it's alarm, so he whispered a command word and watched at the clock fluttered down onto the night table. Heero stretched his limbs and stood up, heading towards Harry's wardrobe and quickly changing into the Hogwarts uniform.
Just as he was pulling on his shoes, four almost identical grunts were heard and the sixth year Gryffindors woke. Ron in particular gave a heavy sigh that showed just how displeased he was at it being morning.
"Wake up!" Heero shouted, standing up and darting towards his best friends bed. He jumped on top of Ron and began bouncing happily. "It's morning, aren't you happy?"
"Gah!" Ron protested, "what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"It's morning!" Heero chirped, not caring about the strange looks he was now receiving. "And exams are almost over... I've got friends and I don't have to go back with the Dursleys! Life couldn't be better!" He jumped off of Ron and proceeded out of the dorm and to the common room, where Hermione was studying her exam's schedule. "Good morning!" Heero greeted her, waltzing through the room and exiting through the portrait hole.
Heero made it all the way down the corridor before he realized that he was skipping. He stopped dead, silently cursing at himself and Harry, hoping that Harry was suffering just as much as he was this morning - or perhaps more. He was so deep in his musings, that he failed to realize a large black animal had just appeared around the corner and was running straight towards him.
He noticed when his head hit the ground and very slobbery kisses drenched his face. Instead of throwing off the animal, like he probably should have, he threw his arms around the dog and screamed "SNUFFLES!" loudly in its ear.
The dog jumped back in shock, landing for some reason on it's back, four legs scrabbling uselessly in the air. Heero remained on the floor, clutching his sides and laughing his head off.
When he finally calmed himself down, he straightened his robes and knelt down next to the dog. "Sorry Snuffles," he apologized, "over night change."
The dog, who was really an Animagus by the name of Sirius Black, was Harry and Heero's godfather. This man was currently running from the authorities for a murder he didn't commit, and was using the cover as a pet of Harrys. Harry had told Sirius about his double life nearly a year before, and the man had taken a great liking to Heero, or the idea of him anyway. So when Heero had said the words "over night change" he knew exactly what he meant.
Sirius nodded, black eyes smiling up at the boy. Heero smiled again, standing up and starting down the hallway, Snuffles at his heals. "I'm meeting up with Draco for breakfast, want to join us? Maybe you can stay with us for the summer."
There was a bark in agreement before the two began descending down the multiple staircases towards the Great Hall. Draco was waiting just inside the doors, flipping through one of his books while he waited for Harry.
"Hey Draco!" Heero chirped, stopping next to the blond. "I hope you don't mind if Snuffles joins us for breakfast, don't worry because he's well trained."
Draco looked down at the dog sitting calmly at the Gryffindor's feet.
"I don't mind."
"Alright!" Heero cheered, Snuffles barking along with him. "Get ready for a first rate meal, mutt. It might be your last for a while!"
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Harry unplugged his and Heero's computer from Wing's data system with a satisfied smile. Everything was in perfect condition. He climbed out of the cockpit and jumped down from a small height of twenty feet, landing like a cat.
On the other side of the Hanger, Wufei was sitting next to the Altron Gundam, his eyes closed in thought. Trowa, Duo and Quatre had left a while ago in search of food, calling afterwards to say that they were just going to head back to the apartment.
Harry suspected that they wanted to discuss him.
"All done?" Harry asked, placing the lap top in its case and depositing it next to his and Wufei's things.
Wufei blinked at him, nodding curtly.
"Hey, Wufei," Harry asked, walking over to the Chinese youth's side and sitting down next to him. "Do you mind if I test something? It won't harm you in any way, I promise. It's just, I promised Heero that I would I check you four to see if you had what we have - and well, I'm curious."
Wufei frowned at him. "I can tell you right now that I do not have a connection with anybody else."
Harry nodded, standing up. He reached down his bare hand, hoping that the boy would take it. With trust Wufei never knew he had, he accepted the hand and gasped when a jolt of something shot through his body.
In seconds he had Harry pinned to the ground.
"What the hell was that?" He growled, fire lighting in his eyes.
"That was the strongest reaction I have felt today." Harry told him calmly. "Meaning that you have the most securely hidden abilities of all of the pilots. You and Trowa hid it the most, but Quatre and Duo are more open, and they use it all the time."
"Use what?!" Wufei snapped, tired of listening to this boy talk in riddles.
"Your magic, of course." Harry answered, amused when Wufei fell off of him in shock. "Did you think it didn't exist? That jolt you felt, and probably *still* feel is your magic. Trowa reacted like that too, though not as violently. Duo and Quatre didn't even notice my test."
"You're insane."
"You're telling this to a boy who lives in two different worlds. You're telling this to the boy who has two different sets of memories stored into one head. You, the person who's seen me reflected in a charmed mirror, are telling me *I'm* insane."
"I think the Zero System is starting to affect your brain."
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Heero walked with Draco back towards the castle after their Care of Magical Creatures exam, which had them tending to small cat-like creatures for the duration of the class period. Snuffles was bounding along behind them, running from tuft of grass to patch of dirt, sniffing happily. The two boys were talking quietly together.
Draco was telling Heero about his house, and what sorts of things they could do there, and Heero in turn was making sure that it was alright for 'Snuffles' to spend the summer at the manor.
"Really," Draco insisted, "it's alright. I'll have to warn the house elves of course, but I don't mind having a dog for the summer."
Heero smiled, looking back at where Sirius was now barking wildly at some small animal. The animal pounced and Sirius gave a large whine, tearing up to the boys and cowering behind them.
"Aw!" Heero cooed, dropping to his knees and patting the hairy head. "Did that little critter scare you?"
Sirius growled at the treatment he was receiving, Draco laughed.
"Sometimes," he said lightly, "that dog is almost too human to be a dog."
Heero looked up at the blond with a smile. "That would probably be my fault." He said seriously. "I tend to treat him like one. I wouldn't be surprised if ol' Snuffles thought he really was human."
Draco grinned. "Hey," he said suddenly. "You've got some blue in your eyes, I've never noticed that before."
Heero blinked. "Hn."
Draco looked confused for a second at the way that Heero suddenly stood up and began walking towards the school, but he quickly caught up, an apology on his lips. However, before a sound could be uttered, the black haired wizard collapsed to his knees, eyes clenched shut, teeth grating together, and his hands clutching his now burning scar.
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Harry managed to get back to the apartment without being dragged to a house for the insane by Wufei. The Chinese youth had been so surprised at his claim of magic, that Harry was afraid Wufei would actually shoot him, or something similar. So, he was very relieved to flop down on the couch in a way that Heero would never even think of doing.
A moment or so later, he could hear Wufei ranting to the other's about insane people and the Zero System. Duo came and sat down next to him a minute later.
"Hi," Harry said, sitting up.
Duo nodded, his face pensive. "What's it like?" He asked finally, "not having the expectations of the world on your shoulders?"
Harry sighed. "I wish I could tell you that, but you see - I do have the expectations of the world on my shoulders. I've been an idol in my world since before I could walk and talk. Of course, I didn't know about it really, I was living with my relations before I learned about who I really am."
"You mean, you didn't always know about your link with Heero?" Duo asked, unconsciously moving closer, leaning his head against Harry's shoulder and resting quite contentedly.
"No, I always knew about him. What I mean is-" he paused, seeing the other boys walk into the room and sit down silently. "-I'm a wizard. With magic and wands and the whole deal, all wrapped up in an Invisibility cloak and being dragged around by a Hippogriff. I'm sure you were a bit suspicious, after all, I made sure that you had a quick glance of my school books. What kind of student walks around studying things like that? What kind of people actually publish books like that?" He grinned ruefully. "That's the real reason Heero and I switched today, I had discovered that he's a wizard too, and you too, Duo. I wanted to test you three, see if you were like us or not."
Wufei snorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
Quatre looked interested, "and are we?"
Duo had frozen, lifting his head off of Harry's shoulder and staring at the dark haired boy. Harry didn't answer verbally, he looked deep into Quatre's eyes, knowing that the boy would see the truth for himself.
"Oh Allah!" The Arabian sang, clapping his hands together. "We're wizards!"
Trowa frowned. "You checked this morning didn't you," he asked. "That's what that surge was."
"Surge?" Duo asked, for once showing his confusion openly. "I never felt any surge."
"Nor me." Quatre finally admitted.
"That's because you and Duo use your magic, albeit rather unconsciously, all the time. You're an empath Quatre, did you think that was completely normal? And Duo, you're a master at stealth - think of all the places you've gotten into, some of that would be impossible without a little magic helping you."
"I like to think of that as luck." Duo sniffed good naturedly, taking in what Harry was saying easily. It just sounded right to him.
"Yes, you're all wizards. I was already pretty sure, but I had to make sure. Duo has a particularly strong surge of magic, that's what made me suspicious in the first place. I checked him before Heero told you about me."
Duo leaned back against him, Harry's arm moving to wrap about the boy's waist.
Strangely enough, Wufei broke the silence that surrounded them. "So, what kinds of magic can we do?"
"Limited stuff," Harry said, "unconscious stuff. With a bit of practice, and if we can find you wands in this world, a whole lot more."
Duo began bouncing in excitement. "Can we learn now? Do you have a wand? Can I see it? What's a hippogriff? Do you have an invisibility cloak? Does it make you invisible? Can you fly? Oh wow! I'm a wizard! THIS IS SO COOL!"
He shouted the last bit, jumping off the couch and running towards his and Heero's bedroom. Most presumabally he was going to look through Heero's possessions for a magic wand, though you never could be quite sure. He appeared again with a sock hanging off one of his shoulders. "No wand, ne?"
Harry shook his head, "not here, it's back home. But I can show you a bit of wandless magic, I've gotten quite good at it."
Duo nodded eagerly; Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei laughed to cover up their own eagerness at the situation.
Harry, his eyes darkened with intense concentration, flicked those eyes towards the lights stationed around the room.
Nearly at once, all the light in the room went out, including the television, which was flashing advertisements about flying to the moon. The pilots were left in complete darkness, when all of a sudden, a pain-filled cry echoed through the room and Harry fell over, his hands pressed to his head in pain.
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Heero flew along his and Harry's link as fast as he possibly could. Voldemort did not know about him, and if the dark lord caught on, he would find a way to use it to his advantage. Somewhere along the link, he passed Harry, heading along in the different direction. This reaction through the scar was automatic, both of them wanting back to their own bodies as fast as possible, trying to sort themselves out before they were thrown into another vision.
But they were too slow, the vision overpowered them and threw them into the view of two small children being held by a sobbing woman. The children looked to be about four years old, a little girl with long tangled hair, and a boy with hair of the same color.
"Please," the woman sobbed, clutching her children tightly, "please don't hurt them."
The scene flickered in front of Harry and Heero's eyes, for a moment, the woman shifted appearances into a ghost-like Lily Potter, and the two children changed into themselves. Lily was singing to them softly, rocking them back and forth. Tears were also streaming down her cheeks, frozen in time from the day she died. The boys were asleep, hiding in a little cupboard from the wrath of Harry's uncle. Then, the scene flickered again, bringing them back to the sobbing woman.
The pain grew more intense as the hooded wizard standing across from them cackled wildly and held up his wand. A glinting silver hand emerged from the black cloth as he pointed the wand towards the little boy, uttering the words to kill him instantly. The little girl died next, through the same meathod. Then, the wizard smirked, turning away, towards another wizard, hidden in the corner of the room. A wizard who was chuckling in a high pitched voice that imitated nails on a chalkboard. "There is nothing worse then watching those you love die," he whispered softly. "I'll leave you now, unharmed."
The woman collapsed, sobbing.
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Harry gasped, sitting upright on the grassy hills of Hogwarts' grounds. Draco Malfoy was sitting right next to him, looking terrified from the way Harry must have been screaming.
"Are you alright?" The blond asked, "what happened? Let's get you to the hospital wing!"
"No," Harry said softly, rising slowly to his feet. "No, I need to talk to the headmaster. Trust me Draco, this happens all the time. It's just a bit of pain, I'll be fine."
Draco looked unsure, though when Harry stumbled slightly he frowned. "Fine, but I'm taking you - no complaints!" He wrapped one arm around Harry's waist and wrapped Harry's arm around his shoulders, transferring the dark haired wizards weight to himself. Harry didn't say anything about the treatment, because truthfully he was thankful for the blonds help.
Their steps were slow and Harry was grateful, with every step pain raced though his body, his eyes were begging to leak his hurts and memories. He blinked it back and softly uttered the password that would allow them past the Gargoyle to the headmaster's office. Moments later he was sitting in one of Dumbledore's plush chairs, staring at a cup of tea. Draco was sitting next to him, changing his gaze from Harry to the headmaster every few seconds.
"Mr. Malfoy, perhaps you should leave while I talk with Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said finally.
Draco nodded and slowly stood up. "I'll see you at dinner, alright?" He told Harry softly. He placed a quick kiss on the dark haired boys cheek and left the office, cheeks flushed a light pink.
Harry looked up at the headmaster. "I had another vision," he said softly. "It was Wormtail this time, he was torturing a woman by killing her two children."
The old headmaster looked deeply into Harry's eyes. "So why do you look like you want to cry?" He asked softly.
Harry looked down at his tea. "It sort of mixed with a memory of mine from when I was smaller." He smiled sadly. "I used to dream that when I was sleeping my mother would be watching over us, sing sometimes when I was hurting."
"Us?"
Harry's cheeks flamed with embarrassment over his slip up. "Imaginary friend?" He offered weakly.
Dumbledore didn't look too convinced at the answer, but he didn't push the subject. "I think we'll need a little more detail about this woman and her children," he said softly, picking up his quill. "Tell me everything you can remember."
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Heero sat up with a gasp, his blue eyes staring at the wall of his and the pilots appartment, breathing hard. After a moment, he blinked, realizing that the room was glaring with light, much more then normal, and that his four friends were crowded around him, looking worried. Or in Duo's case, terrified.
"Harry?" Duo asked, creeping closer, lifting one hand towards Heero. "What happened?" The former Gunam pilot hesitated before lowing his hand back down to his side, not sure if any contact would help. He didn't seem to notice the glowing sparks emmiting from his fingertips.
"Duo?" Heero croaked, "what happened?"
That seemed to break the tension between the two boys, as Duo lunged towards him, hugging him tightly around his middle. "Oh! I was so- You were showing us some magic, which was really cool by the way, but when it went dark, you screamed and collapsed. We couldn't find you and Wufei couldn't turn the lights back on, but then they did come on and now you're okay... what happened?"
"Harry?" Quatre asked softly, kneeling down next to the boys on the floor. "Are you alright?"
"Not Harry," Heero muttered, "Itai..."
Duo gripped him harder at the realization of the boy in his arms. "Heero? What is it, what hurts? Tell me, I can help - I'll always help you..."
"Sappy," Wufei muttered, "so much it's almost sickening."
"Shut it Wuffers," Duo snapped, standing up. "I know you're just as worried about this as the rest of us are. Heero just collapsed, he *never* collapses like that, not even when we're-"
"That's enough." Heero said, standing up as well. "I'm fine. There are just some things that you need to know about Harry, that's all. For example, why he's so important in his world..."
And he was off, he spoke more in that night more then he had throughout his whole life. The pilots listened to him carefully, but none more so then Duo, who was eager to know more about his second boyfriend. Eventually, Wing Zero's pilot lasped into silence, well after midnight, with a pile of nearly asleep Duo in his lap. Wufei was sitting quietly on the floor, his eyes closed as he made sense of what he was told. Trowa and Quatre were sitting together, one leaning gently against the other, sharing a closeness that they rarely showed in public.
Eventually, the whole group of boys ended up in their beds, but none of them knew when, or how they got there.
Duo never thought twice at the scar that had appeared on Heero's forehead around eleven that night, nor the sparks that had been flying from his fingertips.
Trowa didn't react about how Heero still spoke in a British accent, even after Harry had left. And he certianly didn't care that the dark haired boy had been keeping this from them for so long.
Quatre claimed that he should have noticed it sooner, but admitted it would have been dificult, if Harry and Heero have been switching throughout their whole lives.
Wufei took everything in calmly, sitting silently while his body pulsed with magic and energy. Heero's story still didn't make much sense to him, but he accepted it readilly enough.
Back at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy was thinking about how different Harry had been today. Wondering how the boy could be so happy when Lord Voldemort was out for his blood.
Hermione Granger was suspicious about her friend. Never had she seen blue flecks in the boys eyes, and his magical signature had changed slightly right before dinner.
Ron Weasley was happilly sleeping in his bed, unaware that so many people around him were deep in thought.
And very far away from all of the teens, a spidery man was brooding, scheaming and making plans. Someting was different about the Potter boy he hated so much, and he planned on figuring it out. Soon.
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Chapter 3
Harry's eyes snapped open when the alarm clock next to his and Duo's bed went off. The shrill, loud beeping was enough to rouse everyone in the apartment building, so he quickly shut it off, untangling himself from Duo's warm embrace and heading out of the room for a much needed shower. He could hear Quatre already moving around in the kitchen, and just barely see Trowa sitting at the table, reading one of his adventure stories. He was most likely taking pleasure in something that hadn't taken place in his overly exciting and threatening life.
Wufei was most likely at the park two blocks away, getting in an early work out session before Duo would wake and set off his concentration.
"Six thirty in the morning," Harry grumbled to himself, not caring if Trowa looked up at him, one eye curious, the other still covered by his gravity defying hair. "How anybody can work out at this time, I'll never know."
He stumbled into the bathroom, shutting the door and turning on the water for a quick shower. He took a quick moment to check on Heero, to see how his double was doing before stepping into the shower for a much needed scrub down. The moment that Harry stepped into the kitchen, still toweling his dark brown hair, he was greeted by a suddenly silent kitchen, and attacked by four curious sets of eyes.
Harry looked at all of his friends carefully before sitting down in his spot next to Duo and pulling the plate of pancakes towards him.
"Um... Heero?" Quatre asked hesitantly, his aqua eyes showing that he was not completely sure about who he was talking to.
"Harry," he corrected, picking up a pancake and shoving it into his mouth. "We switched for the day."
Duo appeared in his lap almost instantly, looking carefully into his eyes. Eyes that Harry knew held a tint of green in his presence. The braided boy apparently saw the green and grinned, proceeding to poke him gently with one finger.
"HEY!" Harry snapped irritable, shying away from Duo's prodding hands. "No poking!" The words were more harsh then Harry meant them to be, and the braided boy was immediately hurt by his actions.
Duo backed away, his purple eyes holding that hurt expression in them. "Alright," he said softly, moving towards the door. "Let me know when you and Heero switch back, alright?" He disappeared and a few seconds later, the front door opened and closed softly.
There was a moment of stunned silence, before the remaining boys turned to glare at Harry, who was too shocked to even move.
"Well," Wufei commented, pushing away his empty plate. "I'm just going to make sure he doesn't do something stupid..." He got up and let the kitchen, following Duo to make sure the other boy was alright - not that he'd ever admit that to anybody.
"Shit," Harry muttered, banging his head on the table. He looked up, "I'm sorry... it's just, usually when Heero and I switch it's during the day when I have more control over the difference in our emotions. When we switch at night, I have a bit of a harder time adjusting."
Quatre and Trowa looked skeptical and Harry sighed.
"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself more properly. My name is Harry Potter."
Quatre looked at him with a stern expression. "By the way Heero talked about you, I expected somebody with more control over his emotions. If you knew that switching at night would be such a problem, why didn't you just wait for a more appropriate time?"
"That was the appropriate time," Harry answered, not seeing Trowa's visible eyebrow rise at the appearance of his British accent. "If we had waited, it would have been too obvious."
"Too obvious?" Trowa repeated, placing one hand of Quatre's arm in an attempt to calm the blond down. Quatre sent the taller boy a look before nodding.
"Yes, I'm supposed to meet somebody for breakfast so we can review before one of my finals today. If we switch when we're standing up, we pass out, because it takes a lot of energy to be pulled into another body. When we're sitting or laying down - it's just a lot easier that way."
Trowa nodded in understanding. Somehow, he understood what Harry was trying to explain. When Quatre saw Trowa's nod of acceptance, he also nodded. Trowa was an excellent judge of character, and if he was willing to trust this boy, then the blond would give it a shot as well.
"I'm Quatre Rebarba Winner," he said, holding out his hand, "but Quatre works just fine. It's nice to meet you, Harry Potter."
Harry grinned, holding out his hand as well to take a grip of Quatre's. "Nice to meet you as well, though to tell the truth, I've known you and worked with you for nearly two years now."
While Quatre was distracted Harry felt inside the boy's being for the steady pulse that would tell him if he was a wizard of not. He found it with ease, smiling and letting go of Quatre's hand when he did.
"Trowa Barton," Trowa then said, holding out his hand like the small blond had. Harry nodded at him, taking his hand and preforming the same test. Trowa had that pulse as well, though it was a bit more hidden then Quatre's or Duo's. Trowa's eyes narrowed as he felt something inside him click at Harry's handshake.
"Maybe you should go find Duo and explain about this morning," he suggested stiffly, nodding towards the door. "Wufei will have calmed him down by now."
Harry nodded and quickly left the apartment.
===
Duo stormed along the side of the street, head down, hands in his pockets. So that was Harry. He sure was a lot different then Heero, a lot meaner. He thought that Harry was supposed to be a great guy, nice and happy, that's what Heero had told him the night before. The Deathscythe pilot snorted at that and continued walking.
His ears caught the sound of soft footfalls behind him, and he instantly spun around, two knives appearing in his hands like magic.
Wufei slowed his pace, raising an eyebrow and smirking at his co-worker, placing his katana back in its sheath. "Going to kill me, Maxwell?"
"If I was going to kill you, you'd already be dead." Duo muttered, placing his knives back in their sheaths. "Go away Wu, I'd rather be alone."
Wufei caught up with him a moment later. "Look Duo," he said. "I was just as surprised as you were. The way that that boy acted was just strange. With the way that Heero talked about him, you'd think he was a whole lot happier." The Chinese boy stopped, placing his hand on Duo's arm in order to stop him as well. "But, what I think it is, is that trying to adjust from having too many emotions, to none at all can be a little disorienting. Harry must have been reacting to that in a strange way and just took it out on you because you were the only one near him."
Duo's purple eyes looked deeply into Wufei's onyx ones. "I guess I did come on a little strong..."
"Maxwell, you were sitting in the guy's lap poking him like he were a large teddy bear." Wufei said in exasperation. "No wonder he snapped at you!"
Duo pulled his expression into a pout. "Thanks a lot, Wuffers." He sniffed. "If you think you're comforting me, you're doing a pretty lousy job."
"Don't get your hopes up baka," Wufei snorted. "I just didn't want to be down a friend. Not many people can tolerate our presence very long... us being Gundam pilots and all."
Duo grinned, his cheerful attitude back. "You know you love me." He said in a sing-song voice.
Before Wufei could respond, another set of foot falls reached their ears, and both boys pulled their guns.
"Duo!" Heero's voice reached them, "Wufei, wait - let me explain!"
Duo tensed, seeing his koi running down the street. "Please," Harry said, looking deeply into the two sets of eyes currently glaring at him. "I know that this is weird, and that you probably really don't like me, but at least give me a chance to explain."
"You can buy us some coffee," Duo said gruffly, nodding at Wufei. "And you can explain while we eat." He took a quick glance into Heero's eyes, trying to determine who he was talking to.
It was still Harry.
After Harry had bought the two boys their desired beverage, they sat down in a corner booth to talk without being overheard.
Harry stared down at the tabletop, not really wanting to look into his friends eyes at the moment. "^Um,^" he started intelligently. "^Can I say first, that I honestly didn't mean what I said to you before?^"
Duo grunted, taking another gulp of his boiling hot drink without so much as a wince.
"^Listen,^" Wufei said, placing his tea on the table. "^We've already come up with a reason for your annoying behavior. It consists of too many emotions, not enough emotions and trying to sort though an overnight change. Do we have the correct idea?^"
"^Yeah.^" Harry muttered. "^Something like that.^"
The Chinese youth nodded. "^That's what I thought, now explain something to me. Heero said that you lived in another time-line, what did he mean by that? What time to you live in?^"
"^A very different time,^" Harry sighed, looking into Wufei's piercing gaze without hesitation. "^There aren't any mobile suits, or any colonies. Nobody travels in space at all, most people don't even travel if they can help it.^"
Duo stared. As a child who grew up in a space colony, and later traveled frequently from space to Earth, that was the strangest thing he could think to hear. His whole life had revolved around the war and the colonies. First being a war orphan and later piloting Deathscythe in order to end the war. Wufei was also startled, a time before the Mobile Suits was not something he had ever considered.
"Weird." Both boys said simultaneously and Harry grinned at them, knowing that was their way of accepting him, by believing what he said for what it meant.
"So," Harry said, taking a look at their empty cups. "We have a lot of work to do today, Heero said something about the Gundams, I must say, it's a whole lot better then taking final exams!"
Duo laughed. "We're just getting ready for the mission next week, we probably don't even need our Gundams."
Wufei nodded his head at that. "I'm sure that Duo has enough bombs hidden in his braid to blow up a whole colony, Gundam's won't be needed."
Duo grinned in agreement.
===
Heero was up with nearly an hour to spare before he was supposed to meet up with Draco for breakfast. He spent that time sorting through Harry's memories, marveling at how similar they really were. Finally he took another look at the hovering Snitch clock by his pillow.
It was just about to set off it's alarm, so he whispered a command word and watched at the clock fluttered down onto the night table. Heero stretched his limbs and stood up, heading towards Harry's wardrobe and quickly changing into the Hogwarts uniform.
Just as he was pulling on his shoes, four almost identical grunts were heard and the sixth year Gryffindors woke. Ron in particular gave a heavy sigh that showed just how displeased he was at it being morning.
"Wake up!" Heero shouted, standing up and darting towards his best friends bed. He jumped on top of Ron and began bouncing happily. "It's morning, aren't you happy?"
"Gah!" Ron protested, "what the hell is wrong with you?!"
"It's morning!" Heero chirped, not caring about the strange looks he was now receiving. "And exams are almost over... I've got friends and I don't have to go back with the Dursleys! Life couldn't be better!" He jumped off of Ron and proceeded out of the dorm and to the common room, where Hermione was studying her exam's schedule. "Good morning!" Heero greeted her, waltzing through the room and exiting through the portrait hole.
Heero made it all the way down the corridor before he realized that he was skipping. He stopped dead, silently cursing at himself and Harry, hoping that Harry was suffering just as much as he was this morning - or perhaps more. He was so deep in his musings, that he failed to realize a large black animal had just appeared around the corner and was running straight towards him.
He noticed when his head hit the ground and very slobbery kisses drenched his face. Instead of throwing off the animal, like he probably should have, he threw his arms around the dog and screamed "SNUFFLES!" loudly in its ear.
The dog jumped back in shock, landing for some reason on it's back, four legs scrabbling uselessly in the air. Heero remained on the floor, clutching his sides and laughing his head off.
When he finally calmed himself down, he straightened his robes and knelt down next to the dog. "Sorry Snuffles," he apologized, "over night change."
The dog, who was really an Animagus by the name of Sirius Black, was Harry and Heero's godfather. This man was currently running from the authorities for a murder he didn't commit, and was using the cover as a pet of Harrys. Harry had told Sirius about his double life nearly a year before, and the man had taken a great liking to Heero, or the idea of him anyway. So when Heero had said the words "over night change" he knew exactly what he meant.
Sirius nodded, black eyes smiling up at the boy. Heero smiled again, standing up and starting down the hallway, Snuffles at his heals. "I'm meeting up with Draco for breakfast, want to join us? Maybe you can stay with us for the summer."
There was a bark in agreement before the two began descending down the multiple staircases towards the Great Hall. Draco was waiting just inside the doors, flipping through one of his books while he waited for Harry.
"Hey Draco!" Heero chirped, stopping next to the blond. "I hope you don't mind if Snuffles joins us for breakfast, don't worry because he's well trained."
Draco looked down at the dog sitting calmly at the Gryffindor's feet.
"I don't mind."
"Alright!" Heero cheered, Snuffles barking along with him. "Get ready for a first rate meal, mutt. It might be your last for a while!"
===
Harry unplugged his and Heero's computer from Wing's data system with a satisfied smile. Everything was in perfect condition. He climbed out of the cockpit and jumped down from a small height of twenty feet, landing like a cat.
On the other side of the Hanger, Wufei was sitting next to the Altron Gundam, his eyes closed in thought. Trowa, Duo and Quatre had left a while ago in search of food, calling afterwards to say that they were just going to head back to the apartment.
Harry suspected that they wanted to discuss him.
"All done?" Harry asked, placing the lap top in its case and depositing it next to his and Wufei's things.
Wufei blinked at him, nodding curtly.
"Hey, Wufei," Harry asked, walking over to the Chinese youth's side and sitting down next to him. "Do you mind if I test something? It won't harm you in any way, I promise. It's just, I promised Heero that I would I check you four to see if you had what we have - and well, I'm curious."
Wufei frowned at him. "I can tell you right now that I do not have a connection with anybody else."
Harry nodded, standing up. He reached down his bare hand, hoping that the boy would take it. With trust Wufei never knew he had, he accepted the hand and gasped when a jolt of something shot through his body.
In seconds he had Harry pinned to the ground.
"What the hell was that?" He growled, fire lighting in his eyes.
"That was the strongest reaction I have felt today." Harry told him calmly. "Meaning that you have the most securely hidden abilities of all of the pilots. You and Trowa hid it the most, but Quatre and Duo are more open, and they use it all the time."
"Use what?!" Wufei snapped, tired of listening to this boy talk in riddles.
"Your magic, of course." Harry answered, amused when Wufei fell off of him in shock. "Did you think it didn't exist? That jolt you felt, and probably *still* feel is your magic. Trowa reacted like that too, though not as violently. Duo and Quatre didn't even notice my test."
"You're insane."
"You're telling this to a boy who lives in two different worlds. You're telling this to the boy who has two different sets of memories stored into one head. You, the person who's seen me reflected in a charmed mirror, are telling me *I'm* insane."
"I think the Zero System is starting to affect your brain."
===
Heero walked with Draco back towards the castle after their Care of Magical Creatures exam, which had them tending to small cat-like creatures for the duration of the class period. Snuffles was bounding along behind them, running from tuft of grass to patch of dirt, sniffing happily. The two boys were talking quietly together.
Draco was telling Heero about his house, and what sorts of things they could do there, and Heero in turn was making sure that it was alright for 'Snuffles' to spend the summer at the manor.
"Really," Draco insisted, "it's alright. I'll have to warn the house elves of course, but I don't mind having a dog for the summer."
Heero smiled, looking back at where Sirius was now barking wildly at some small animal. The animal pounced and Sirius gave a large whine, tearing up to the boys and cowering behind them.
"Aw!" Heero cooed, dropping to his knees and patting the hairy head. "Did that little critter scare you?"
Sirius growled at the treatment he was receiving, Draco laughed.
"Sometimes," he said lightly, "that dog is almost too human to be a dog."
Heero looked up at the blond with a smile. "That would probably be my fault." He said seriously. "I tend to treat him like one. I wouldn't be surprised if ol' Snuffles thought he really was human."
Draco grinned. "Hey," he said suddenly. "You've got some blue in your eyes, I've never noticed that before."
Heero blinked. "Hn."
Draco looked confused for a second at the way that Heero suddenly stood up and began walking towards the school, but he quickly caught up, an apology on his lips. However, before a sound could be uttered, the black haired wizard collapsed to his knees, eyes clenched shut, teeth grating together, and his hands clutching his now burning scar.
===
Harry managed to get back to the apartment without being dragged to a house for the insane by Wufei. The Chinese youth had been so surprised at his claim of magic, that Harry was afraid Wufei would actually shoot him, or something similar. So, he was very relieved to flop down on the couch in a way that Heero would never even think of doing.
A moment or so later, he could hear Wufei ranting to the other's about insane people and the Zero System. Duo came and sat down next to him a minute later.
"Hi," Harry said, sitting up.
Duo nodded, his face pensive. "What's it like?" He asked finally, "not having the expectations of the world on your shoulders?"
Harry sighed. "I wish I could tell you that, but you see - I do have the expectations of the world on my shoulders. I've been an idol in my world since before I could walk and talk. Of course, I didn't know about it really, I was living with my relations before I learned about who I really am."
"You mean, you didn't always know about your link with Heero?" Duo asked, unconsciously moving closer, leaning his head against Harry's shoulder and resting quite contentedly.
"No, I always knew about him. What I mean is-" he paused, seeing the other boys walk into the room and sit down silently. "-I'm a wizard. With magic and wands and the whole deal, all wrapped up in an Invisibility cloak and being dragged around by a Hippogriff. I'm sure you were a bit suspicious, after all, I made sure that you had a quick glance of my school books. What kind of student walks around studying things like that? What kind of people actually publish books like that?" He grinned ruefully. "That's the real reason Heero and I switched today, I had discovered that he's a wizard too, and you too, Duo. I wanted to test you three, see if you were like us or not."
Wufei snorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
Quatre looked interested, "and are we?"
Duo had frozen, lifting his head off of Harry's shoulder and staring at the dark haired boy. Harry didn't answer verbally, he looked deep into Quatre's eyes, knowing that the boy would see the truth for himself.
"Oh Allah!" The Arabian sang, clapping his hands together. "We're wizards!"
Trowa frowned. "You checked this morning didn't you," he asked. "That's what that surge was."
"Surge?" Duo asked, for once showing his confusion openly. "I never felt any surge."
"Nor me." Quatre finally admitted.
"That's because you and Duo use your magic, albeit rather unconsciously, all the time. You're an empath Quatre, did you think that was completely normal? And Duo, you're a master at stealth - think of all the places you've gotten into, some of that would be impossible without a little magic helping you."
"I like to think of that as luck." Duo sniffed good naturedly, taking in what Harry was saying easily. It just sounded right to him.
"Yes, you're all wizards. I was already pretty sure, but I had to make sure. Duo has a particularly strong surge of magic, that's what made me suspicious in the first place. I checked him before Heero told you about me."
Duo leaned back against him, Harry's arm moving to wrap about the boy's waist.
Strangely enough, Wufei broke the silence that surrounded them. "So, what kinds of magic can we do?"
"Limited stuff," Harry said, "unconscious stuff. With a bit of practice, and if we can find you wands in this world, a whole lot more."
Duo began bouncing in excitement. "Can we learn now? Do you have a wand? Can I see it? What's a hippogriff? Do you have an invisibility cloak? Does it make you invisible? Can you fly? Oh wow! I'm a wizard! THIS IS SO COOL!"
He shouted the last bit, jumping off the couch and running towards his and Heero's bedroom. Most presumabally he was going to look through Heero's possessions for a magic wand, though you never could be quite sure. He appeared again with a sock hanging off one of his shoulders. "No wand, ne?"
Harry shook his head, "not here, it's back home. But I can show you a bit of wandless magic, I've gotten quite good at it."
Duo nodded eagerly; Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei laughed to cover up their own eagerness at the situation.
Harry, his eyes darkened with intense concentration, flicked those eyes towards the lights stationed around the room.
Nearly at once, all the light in the room went out, including the television, which was flashing advertisements about flying to the moon. The pilots were left in complete darkness, when all of a sudden, a pain-filled cry echoed through the room and Harry fell over, his hands pressed to his head in pain.
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Heero flew along his and Harry's link as fast as he possibly could. Voldemort did not know about him, and if the dark lord caught on, he would find a way to use it to his advantage. Somewhere along the link, he passed Harry, heading along in the different direction. This reaction through the scar was automatic, both of them wanting back to their own bodies as fast as possible, trying to sort themselves out before they were thrown into another vision.
But they were too slow, the vision overpowered them and threw them into the view of two small children being held by a sobbing woman. The children looked to be about four years old, a little girl with long tangled hair, and a boy with hair of the same color.
"Please," the woman sobbed, clutching her children tightly, "please don't hurt them."
The scene flickered in front of Harry and Heero's eyes, for a moment, the woman shifted appearances into a ghost-like Lily Potter, and the two children changed into themselves. Lily was singing to them softly, rocking them back and forth. Tears were also streaming down her cheeks, frozen in time from the day she died. The boys were asleep, hiding in a little cupboard from the wrath of Harry's uncle. Then, the scene flickered again, bringing them back to the sobbing woman.
The pain grew more intense as the hooded wizard standing across from them cackled wildly and held up his wand. A glinting silver hand emerged from the black cloth as he pointed the wand towards the little boy, uttering the words to kill him instantly. The little girl died next, through the same meathod. Then, the wizard smirked, turning away, towards another wizard, hidden in the corner of the room. A wizard who was chuckling in a high pitched voice that imitated nails on a chalkboard. "There is nothing worse then watching those you love die," he whispered softly. "I'll leave you now, unharmed."
The woman collapsed, sobbing.
===
Harry gasped, sitting upright on the grassy hills of Hogwarts' grounds. Draco Malfoy was sitting right next to him, looking terrified from the way Harry must have been screaming.
"Are you alright?" The blond asked, "what happened? Let's get you to the hospital wing!"
"No," Harry said softly, rising slowly to his feet. "No, I need to talk to the headmaster. Trust me Draco, this happens all the time. It's just a bit of pain, I'll be fine."
Draco looked unsure, though when Harry stumbled slightly he frowned. "Fine, but I'm taking you - no complaints!" He wrapped one arm around Harry's waist and wrapped Harry's arm around his shoulders, transferring the dark haired wizards weight to himself. Harry didn't say anything about the treatment, because truthfully he was thankful for the blonds help.
Their steps were slow and Harry was grateful, with every step pain raced though his body, his eyes were begging to leak his hurts and memories. He blinked it back and softly uttered the password that would allow them past the Gargoyle to the headmaster's office. Moments later he was sitting in one of Dumbledore's plush chairs, staring at a cup of tea. Draco was sitting next to him, changing his gaze from Harry to the headmaster every few seconds.
"Mr. Malfoy, perhaps you should leave while I talk with Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said finally.
Draco nodded and slowly stood up. "I'll see you at dinner, alright?" He told Harry softly. He placed a quick kiss on the dark haired boys cheek and left the office, cheeks flushed a light pink.
Harry looked up at the headmaster. "I had another vision," he said softly. "It was Wormtail this time, he was torturing a woman by killing her two children."
The old headmaster looked deeply into Harry's eyes. "So why do you look like you want to cry?" He asked softly.
Harry looked down at his tea. "It sort of mixed with a memory of mine from when I was smaller." He smiled sadly. "I used to dream that when I was sleeping my mother would be watching over us, sing sometimes when I was hurting."
"Us?"
Harry's cheeks flamed with embarrassment over his slip up. "Imaginary friend?" He offered weakly.
Dumbledore didn't look too convinced at the answer, but he didn't push the subject. "I think we'll need a little more detail about this woman and her children," he said softly, picking up his quill. "Tell me everything you can remember."
===
Heero sat up with a gasp, his blue eyes staring at the wall of his and the pilots appartment, breathing hard. After a moment, he blinked, realizing that the room was glaring with light, much more then normal, and that his four friends were crowded around him, looking worried. Or in Duo's case, terrified.
"Harry?" Duo asked, creeping closer, lifting one hand towards Heero. "What happened?" The former Gunam pilot hesitated before lowing his hand back down to his side, not sure if any contact would help. He didn't seem to notice the glowing sparks emmiting from his fingertips.
"Duo?" Heero croaked, "what happened?"
That seemed to break the tension between the two boys, as Duo lunged towards him, hugging him tightly around his middle. "Oh! I was so- You were showing us some magic, which was really cool by the way, but when it went dark, you screamed and collapsed. We couldn't find you and Wufei couldn't turn the lights back on, but then they did come on and now you're okay... what happened?"
"Harry?" Quatre asked softly, kneeling down next to the boys on the floor. "Are you alright?"
"Not Harry," Heero muttered, "Itai..."
Duo gripped him harder at the realization of the boy in his arms. "Heero? What is it, what hurts? Tell me, I can help - I'll always help you..."
"Sappy," Wufei muttered, "so much it's almost sickening."
"Shut it Wuffers," Duo snapped, standing up. "I know you're just as worried about this as the rest of us are. Heero just collapsed, he *never* collapses like that, not even when we're-"
"That's enough." Heero said, standing up as well. "I'm fine. There are just some things that you need to know about Harry, that's all. For example, why he's so important in his world..."
And he was off, he spoke more in that night more then he had throughout his whole life. The pilots listened to him carefully, but none more so then Duo, who was eager to know more about his second boyfriend. Eventually, Wing Zero's pilot lasped into silence, well after midnight, with a pile of nearly asleep Duo in his lap. Wufei was sitting quietly on the floor, his eyes closed as he made sense of what he was told. Trowa and Quatre were sitting together, one leaning gently against the other, sharing a closeness that they rarely showed in public.
Eventually, the whole group of boys ended up in their beds, but none of them knew when, or how they got there.
Duo never thought twice at the scar that had appeared on Heero's forehead around eleven that night, nor the sparks that had been flying from his fingertips.
Trowa didn't react about how Heero still spoke in a British accent, even after Harry had left. And he certianly didn't care that the dark haired boy had been keeping this from them for so long.
Quatre claimed that he should have noticed it sooner, but admitted it would have been dificult, if Harry and Heero have been switching throughout their whole lives.
Wufei took everything in calmly, sitting silently while his body pulsed with magic and energy. Heero's story still didn't make much sense to him, but he accepted it readilly enough.
Back at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy was thinking about how different Harry had been today. Wondering how the boy could be so happy when Lord Voldemort was out for his blood.
Hermione Granger was suspicious about her friend. Never had she seen blue flecks in the boys eyes, and his magical signature had changed slightly right before dinner.
Ron Weasley was happilly sleeping in his bed, unaware that so many people around him were deep in thought.
And very far away from all of the teens, a spidery man was brooding, scheaming and making plans. Someting was different about the Potter boy he hated so much, and he planned on figuring it out. Soon.
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