Encounters - Meeting a Heero
Mannd
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Harry was hungry, he had been sent to his cupboard without a meal because he had been found on the roof of the school today. Dudley had stolen his apple and half a sandwich at school during lunch period, grinding them in the dirt. Dudley was joined by Piers and the other boys in Dudley's gang who started snickering as they joined him and began chasing him. Harry had run, very familiar with the glint in the boys' eyes and the 'game' of Harry Hunting they wanted to play. Then the next thing he knew, he was on the school roof. He hadn't climbed the roof! One moment he was running from Dudley and his gang, the next, he was grabbing hold of the chimney pipe to keep his balance, quite astonished. Piers had spotted him and smirking evilly ran and got a teacher, while Dudley and the others had made sure he didn't climb down.
Harry rubbed his ear from where the teacher had pulled it after the janitor had had to get a ladder to get him down. His ears were still ringing from the scolding he had received from the janitor, the teacher, the principal and then, finally, Uncle Vernon. He had cringed to avoid the cuff to the side of the head his uncle had aimed at him. He vaguely wondered if he had let his Uncle hit him, would he had been allowed to have the dinner he was currently smelling?
He pulled his legs to his chest and reached out a hand and touched the picture that proclaimed the cupboard to be his room, then lifted the sheet and looked at the picture he had drawn several months ago of Duo and Quatre. Under that one was one he had drawn of Trowa when he had been taken to the eye doctor and Trowa had taken him to the used clothes store and got him 'new' trainers that actually fit! Under that was the newspaper picture of the four Gundam Pilots proclaiming them wanted as criminals.
A month after he had met Trowa, he had watched in horror on the telly as Duo had been captured on L2 and was sentenced to be executed. He had cried himself to sleep that night, something he hadn't done in a long time. However, Duo hadn't been executed, though Harry wasn't sure why and Quatre had disappeared, after his father killed when he had destroyed his mining satellite. Trowa was on a deep undercover assignment, WuFei was somewhere in Africa, and Heero... Harry bit his lip, he didn't know where Heero was, but he still worried. He had sent an e-mail from the school computer, but hadn't received anything back yet.
Harry let the papers fall, and angrily brushed his eyes clear of the tears that were trickling down his cheeks, 'I'll bet the pilots never cry,' he thought disgusted with himself, 'they'd think I was a baby for crying.' His stomach growled again as he listened to the Dursleys eat, and sighing moved towards the small compartment that Trowa had 'found' for him to hide things, he would put some water in his belly that should help. He pulled up the nearly invisible small black leather loop and a piece of the floorboard quietly lifted out. Trowa had lined the space with black felt, as well as the side of the board so if Harry accidentally knocked it against the other boards, it wouldn't make a loud of noise. Harry reached in grateful he had remembered to fill his water bottle that morning while Aunt Petunia was fussing with Dudley to wake him up in time for school and put it in the empty space before he left for school.
Instead of just the water bottle his hand encountered something else, several something elses, in fact. Harry gasped as he shakily pulled out several silver wrapped bars, a new flashlight and a new bottle of water. He calmly put the bottle of water down, and the flashlight, and gazed wonderingly at the food, but a sound from the kitchen had him scrambling to put everything away, as his cousin lumbered by the cupboard, banging on the door and chuckling stupidly. He had just fitted the piece of wood in place and scrambled back towards the door when the lock was jiggled open, his aunt motioned for him to and do the dishes.
Harry had never been so impatient for the news to be over and his aunt and uncle to go to bed. On one hand he wanted to know what was happening with his friends on the other he was quite hungry and the thought of the food so close was making his mouth water. "A new mobile suit is being tested by the Romerfeller foundation today, a reporter said, "its pilot, a Lt. Trowa Barton..."
Harry was grateful he had just put down the last plate before he heard the name, he hurried to the opening between the dining and living room, making sure to stay in the shadows and watched news clip of the pilot as he climbed effortless into his suit, "has been specially trained on the moon base facilities especially for this suit." Harry recognized the suit that had been used to destroy Duo's DeathScythe. 'I don't understand, I thought Trowa was a good guy,' he thought as the reporter moved on to the continued rebellion on L3.
"Just cut off all their oxygen," Vernon said nastily, "that should make them be quiet, work or don't breathe." Harry shook his head at his uncle's callused remarks then seeing Petunia turning her head to look for him ducked into the hall. He still had homework to do.
An hour later he listened as Vernon hulled his bulk up the stairs, and Aunt Petunia ran a final cleaning sweep of her kitchen. She knocked softy on the cupboard door and Harry opened it, blinking in surprise at the half of peanut butter sandwich on the plate, Harry opened his mouth to thank her, but Petunia closed the door and moved up to her bedroom. Harry bit into the sandwich and listened as the two got ready for bed. He finished his sandwich and carefully packed his backpack with homework and schoolbooks. He heard the antique clock in the living room chime, 11 pm.
HPGWHP
Harry jerked awake and listened; he could hear Vernon and Dudley's snoring and wildly wondered what time it was and what had woken him up. He pushed open his door and leaned out a bit, looking to see if he could notice anything. The moon was full; it's blue-white glow shinning through glass on either side of the front door. A movement on this side of the door, however, had Harry freezing in place, someone was in the house. Harry wondered if he should try to close the door again or if that would attract more attention to him. A flashlight clicked on and the shadow moved toward him, and Harry's breathing quickened. "Harry," the voice was soft, commanding and Harry wasn't sure who it was, but something about it made him relax.
"Heero?" Harry asked guessing at the shadow's identity and the shadow nodded and Harry scooted back as Heero came into the cupboard closing the door behind him and setting the flashlight so that it lit up the space, but didn't shine in their eyes. Harry wanted to look at the boy's face and check his identity but he was suddenly very shy.
"Did you find the food," Heero asked, his voice a bare whisper, but Harry could hear him quite clearly.
"Yes, sir," Harry said plucking at his thin blanket nervously.
Heero smiled at the shy boy, "just Heero, Harry, not sir, I think I am old enough to be your brother, not your father."
"I wish you were my brother," Harry said then bit his lip, surprised at his outburst.
Heero wondered what Duo would do in this situation, and then very slowly put his arm around the small shoulders and pulled the boy closer to him, "I wish it were that way too." Harry leaned his head on Heero's shoulder and sighed.
"Heero," Harry looked up into the blue eyes of the teen, "I haven't heard from Duo, Quatre and Trowa in a long while. I heard about Duo's capture and Quatre's father and I'm worried about them," Heero hummed softly under his breath understanding the boy's concern, "can you tell me?"
"I can tell you a little," he said, "Duo's been captured, I am not sure where he is being held right now, Quatre, last I heard he had been injured when his sister's mining satellite was attacked, but as far as I know he is fine; I am not sure where Trowa is..."
"Trowa's on the moon base," Harry said, so matter of fact, that Heero blinked, "I saw him on the telly tonight, he is testing the new mobile suit against the mobile dolls. I heard Duo complaining about how hard the Dolls were to destroy. Do you think Trowa is trying to find a way to destroy them? If he is that's pretty sneaky, pretending to be the enemy to learn about them." Harry smiled up at Heero as he thought about his friend's trick.
"I'm not sure," Heero looked at the inside of the cupboard door, lost in thought. He looked down and noticed that Harry was fighting sleep, and he gently pushed the boy so his head was on his lap and pulled the blanket up over his shoulder. Harry gave a sleepy murmur of complaint, but soon drifted back to sleep, Heero was again left contemplating the information that Harry had given him.
Harry woke to the hard rapping on his door, and realized that he was alone. He wondered how long Heero had stayed last night, blushing at the thought of falling asleep on his new friend. He poked his head out and Petunia held out a hand for the plate before she jerked her head up indicating he was to take his morning shower. "Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry said biting back a grin, and his aunt's eyebrows rose as she watched him scamper up the stairs. She looked suspiciously after him before shrugging and going to make breakfast.
GWHPGW
Harry was frowning deeply at his math book; no matter how many times he tried he just wasn't getting it. "Problems?" a familiar voice asked and green-eyes met blue.
"I don't get it," Harry said with a sigh, and Heero moved around the library table and looked over the thin shoulder, "can you help, please?"
Heero flipped the pages of the math book back and asked Harry to show him how he solved the math problem. Confused, Harry did, struggling a bit, but was triumphant when he got the answer, Heero, with patience that surprised himself, showed the fourth grader how the two concepts related to each other. Harry worked on the problem, his pink tongue sticking between his lips as he worked, "it worked!" Harry smiled and Heero gave a small smile back. Harry worked through the other math problems, Heero gently probing him when he seemed to falter and soon the work was done.
"You have to leave soon, don't you?" Harry said as the two walked out of a small cafe and towards Little Whinging and Harry's housing development, Garden Center.
"Tonight," Heero confirmed and Harry tried not to let his shoulders slump, "I filled the space with more nutrient bars," Heero said, "and a few candy bars that Duo likes." He was not about to tell the boy the reason he was being ordered into space. The order to silence Duo was eating his gut raw, there had to be a way around the execution order. "Harry," Harry looked up at the blue eyed pilot, "Why haven't you told anyone about your relatives?"
Harry looked away and shrugged, "they are all I got, and even though we don't like each other we have to stick together. Family sticks together, just like you guys are family and stick together." Heero's stomach tensed even more, "but mainly because whenever someone discovered the truth, they were silenced by my Uncle."
Heero blinked at Harry's use of words, "how?"
"Usually they are fired, or moved to a different school," Harry shrugged again, "after a while, I stopped trying." Heero thought about Harry's words, 'so silencing doesn't mean executing,' he mused as the two of them crossed Magnolia Crescent, Heero's sharp eyes narrowing as he saw the Polkiss kid entering a house, 'it means removing the speaker...' and for the first time since he had received his orders, Heero's stomach relaxed.
At Wisteria Walk, the pair paused. Here was where they were to part ways, Heero to go on his mission, Harry to return to the Dursley's house. Harry looked up and tried to smile, then on impulse gave the stoic teen a hug. Heero froze for a second before gently returning the gesture, "be safe," Harry said, "I don't want to see that you were hurt on the telly."
"As well as I can be," Heero said unable to make the promise that Harry really wanted and Harry nodded nonetheless, his hair just under Heero's chin, tickling him a bit. Harry quickly released the teen and ran up the street, pausing to look back when he opened the door to the house. Heero was nowhere to be seen, but Harry waved anyway.
"Did you eat?" Petunia asked when Harry opened the back door, came into the kitchen and knelt to take off his trainers after hanging up his winter coat. He looked up and nodded, "is your homework finished?" Harry nodded again, and Petunia's eyes narrowed, then she jerked her head to the hall and Harry slid by her and into his cupboard. She looked down at the trainers he had removed, and narrowed her eyes again, they didn't look like the ones that Dudley had worn out last year. She picked one of them up, they were still well worn but she had noticed that lately Harry wasn't tripping over the too large shoes. She looked at the boy's coat wondering idly if it was going to have to be replaced soon and blinked in surprise at the weight of it. On closer inspection, she noticed that something had been carefully sewn into the lining to make it warmer, better fitting, someone was taking care of her nephew doing things in ways that she couldn't. Smiling softly, she removed the 'outer' coat and 'inner' the coat back up and turned to put the teakettle on and poured a snifter of brandy, it was nearly time for Vernon's news.
HPGWHP
Piers Polkiss woke with a gasp, a flashlight shown brightly in his eyes, someone was in his room. "Hello Polkiss, the soft calm voice said, "I want to talk to you about bullying." Piers swallowed hard, whimpering slightly.
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AN: Thanks to my betas!
AN2: I made up the Garden Housing Development, but it would make sense that the development had been created after the war, and all the streets are named after flowers or plants(including Privet Dr.) Especially since all the houses are probably be cookie cutter houses (only three or four designs in the whole development.)
