Spring Break among the Stars

Mannd

I still don't own!

Part Two

Harry looked at the empty book bag in his hand and the large duffle bag at his feet in confusion. He huffed for a moment then went hunting for Quatre who was in the next room finishing his own packing. He knocked softly on the door and heard Quatre murmur. He opened the door and stuck his head in, "Quatre?"

Quatre looked up from his computer and, smiling, motioned the boy forward. "Look who's here," he said.

Harry looked at the computer screen and exclaimed grinning, "Heero!"

"Ohayou gozaimaus," Heero replied solemnly.

Harry blinked and tried to repeat the word back but stumbled over the odd combination of syllabus, Quatre whispered the correct pronunciation to him and Harry tried it again, smiling when he got it right. "What does that mean?" he asked.

"Good morning in Japanese," Heero said, "how are things in school?"

"Excellent!" Harry said enthusiastically as Quatre nudged him into the chair and went back to his packing, "Aunt Tuney enrolled me into the special-ed program at school, I started just after our camping trip, I am in Advanced Science and reading and I love doing Tai Chi!" Harry smile grew, "Aunt Tuney made me promise not to use it on Dudley unless he hurt me first."

Heero nodded, "and how is the bullying situation?"

Harry scrunched his nose, "we had a councilor come in and talk to us about bullying and some of the kids stopped," he gave a one shouldered shrug, "and some didn't."

Heero's blue eyes stared at him before he nodded recognizing the evasion, "please get Winner."

"Quatre?" Harry said, "Heero wants you," he hopped off the chair, "can I help you?

"Fold the clothes and put them in the duffle," Quatre said as went to his desk and sat in the chair.

Quatre and Heero quietly conversed in Japanese, "Duo said that Trowa was on L1, and that Cathy, one of the workers, was quite protective of him."

"I remember Cathy, she acted as though Trowa was her younger brother and helped him take care of me while I was injured," Heero nodded remembering the red haired girl.

Quatre said, "I am hoping that Trowa will remember Harry as a good thing, not just us as part of the war."

Heero agreed looking over his shoulder as Duo joined him, "that is a good idea, although I am concerned that his memory of how to run the Gundam might be effected."

Quatre blew out a breath, "I am more concerned about him than I am about his suit at the moment," Heero had the decency to look a bit chagrined, "but your concern is very valid."

"If he does remember us, tell him..." Heero paused, "I miss..." he paused not really knowing what to say.

Quatre gave a sad smile, "I'll tell him from all of us." Heero nodded and broke the connection and Quatre got up to finish his packing.

"How many languages do you know?" Harry asked as Quatre zipped the bag closed.

"Hmmm..." Quatre said running a quick count in his head, "around six."

"Wow," Harry said impressed, "how did you learn them?"

Quatre ruffled Harry's messy hair, "I have been speaking most of them since I was a small child, my father was getting me ready to take his place in the business world, and my tutors were multi-linguistic so I spoke them everyday." He easily picked up the heavy bag, and briefcase with his laptop and took them to the hall and handed them to one of the Manguanacs who was waiting for them, "are you all packed, little one?"

"Kinda," Harry said and Quatre was puzzled as Harry took his hand and led Quatre to his room, "I don't have that many clothes," he said pointing at the duffle bag.

Quatre smiled, "Rashid talked to his sister, his nephew just went through a growth spurt and all his clothes are too small for him so she gave them to you." He looked at Harry a bit nervously, "is that alright?"

Harry gave him a hug, nodding, his messy hair tickling Quatre's chin, "thank you," he said.

Quatre returned the hug, closing his eyes at the warmth from the child, "We leave in an hour, are you ready?"

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Harry watched in awe as Quatre maneuvered the shuttle through space. Duo's short hop had been cool, but this… he never imagined being in space. His uncle had been to a colony once for a business trip, he complained about it for a whole month after that. Harry knew that he would never complain this was way too cool.

Quatre watched Harry as the boy looked around in amazement with amusement and some sadness. He wished he could remember a time when all of this fascinated him. He wondered when he lost his child-like wonder… then he remembered his first night on earth and staring up at the stars with SandRock and smiled as he realized that while he might have lost most of it, he hadn't lost all of it.

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Harry wanted to hold Quatre's hand as they moved through the crowded Speedway and made their way to the circus tent, but he didn't want to be seen as a baby. Quatre was anxious to see Trowa and was moving quickly through the crowd, Harry was anxious not to lose Quatre.

Quatre took a stuttering step then looked back into Harry's anxious eyes and, with a smile, held out his hand. Harry looked at it for a split second before clasping it in his own. If Quatre was offering then maybe he wasn't being a baby. "Sorry, Little One," Quatre said as he slowed his steps to keep up with Harry's quick but shorter stride, "I'm just a little…" Harry squeezed his hand and Quatre squeezed his back. "So what is your favorite circus act?" he asked as they continued moving to the Big Top.

"I don't know," Harry said shaking his head, and with Quatre now firmly holding his hand, taking the opportunity to look around, "I've never been to one, what kind of acts do they have?"

"Never been to one?" a female voice said behind them, "that is bordering on criminal." The two males turned and stared at a spangled dressed girl with red hair, "Cathy, at your service," she said and gave a small curtsey, which made Harry giggle a bit.

"So what is your act?" Harry asked.

"I throw knifes to keep the workers in line," she said, and then gave him a wink to show she was kidding.

"Wow," Harry said grinning, "Wicked."

Cathy grinned back, "We have elephants and lions, trapeze…" at Harry's confused look, "as very thin swing very high up in the air, and a tight rope." Quatre suppressed a chuckle at Harry's look of awe and confusion as Cathy listed off the various acts that the circus had. "Still wicked?" She asked her eyes twinkling.

Harry nodded enthusiastically and Cathy smiled then held out two slips of paper, "when the show is over, go around the stage to the opening where the animals come in and out of, show this to the guy there and he will let you into the back and I will introduce you to some of the others."

"Thank you," Harry said stuttering slightly with a blush and then looked at Quatre who gave a small nod before he took the papers from Cathy.

"See you," she said and slipped into the closed off tent.

Quatre looked at the sign next to the tent and sighed. The next and final show for this L1 park would be in two hours, before they moved on to another park. He wanted to see Trowa now, but looking over at Harry and watching the boy's wonder filled and longing expression as he took in the Speedway Vendors and games had him making up his mind. Trowa was important and he wasn't going anywhere, but right now, Harry came first. "So have you ever had an Elephant Ear?" he asked then leading the boy over to the food stand and ordering the treat.

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Harry watched in wonder as act after act came on. Sometime during the high wire act he had slipped his hand into Quatre's as he watched the tutu dressed girl teetering unsteadily on the wire. When Trowa and Cathy came on, he stood up and cheered with the rest of them. Quatre was enjoying the show, but enjoying Harry's reactions even more. He gasped, cheered, and groaned with the crowd his actions and reactions so free and innocent that Quatre envied them.

When the show was over, they waited for the crowd to thin and made their way to the performer's entrance. Harry recounting the exciting acts, "Trowa was amazing!" he enthused, "letting Cathy throw those knives at him," he gave a dramatic shudder and Quatre laughed.

They showed the passes to a clown who was guarding the opening and were quickly ushered to the inter-workings of the circus. Harry looked around in awe even backstage everything glittered. The performers were a happy bunch as they quickly began packing up their gear, talking in half words and sentences that came from familiarity of long time action and friendships. Cathy came up to them smiling and introduced Harry to several people, including the juggler and high wire walker. "Can we… may we see the animals?" Harry asked, grinning.

Cathy gave a laugh and motioned for the two to follow her, she led them to the elephant enclosure. The elephants were getting a scrubbing and judging from the sounds that they were making were enjoying the attention. "Most of these animals came from other circuses where they were abused, Manager and our animal trainers make sure the animals are treated well and with respect." She smiled as one of the elephants began playing with Harry's messy hair with her trunk. Harry stiffened fearfully then looked up into the soulful eyes of the elephant and relaxed, she wasn't going to hurt him, she was just curious.

"The lions are over here," she said and motioned out of the tent, Harry eagerly following her. The pair moved around the darkening clearing, Quatre following the pair smiling.

"Trowa!" Harry yelled happily and raced to the tall teen who was currently petting a lioness. Trowa looked up in surprise as he heard his name called and a young boy attached himself to his waist hugging him tightly, "I thought you were dead," Trowa made out the soft words of the child, he heard the catch in the boy's voice and knew he was struggling with emotions.

"You're one of the Pilots," Cathy yelled angrily turning on Quatre, her hands clenched into fists on her hips, "well you can just go back where you came from." She glared at him.

Trowa heard a small whimper from around his waist and felt the small trembling of the child as the blond teen tried to talk soothingly to Cathy and Cathy just yelled back. He sat down and leaned against the cage, the lioness purred as she rubbed against him as he pulled the child into his lap, "I hate yelling," the boy said, hiding his head in Trowa's shoulder.

"Me too," Trowa said rubbing a soothing hand on the boy's back. The lioness butted her head against the cage's bars and then leaned out as far as she could and licked the boy's cheeks, causing him to giggle.

After a few moments, the boy leaned back and looked at him, "You don't remember me do you?" His eyes searching deeply into Trowa's green ones.

Trowa started to shake his head no, but something in those eyes… "I remember you a little, but I can't remember your name."

"It's Harry, Harry Potter," the boy said and leaned against Trowa's shoulder with a sigh as they continued to listen to Cathy's ranting and Quatre's calm responses. Harry's stomach gave a hungry gurgle and Trowa grinning pushed the boy up then getting up himself and giving a final pat to the lioness, took the boy's hand and led him back to his trailer.

Cathy stopped mid rant as Trowa and the boy walked away hand in hand. "Where are you going?" she called after the pair.

"To get something to eat," Trowa said over his shoulder, "you can join us when you are in a better mood."

Cathy sputtered for a moment, and then turning caught the smile on the blond teen's face before his face was carefully blanked. "Oh sure, laugh," she groused, then her own lips twitched, "come on Trowa makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches."

Quatre followed the red head, glad that the argument was temporarily shelved, and that someone had been taking care of Trowa. "Where did you find him," he asked. Cathy looked at him then gave out a sigh and began telling her tale. The two males looked up from the stove when Cathy and Quatre came into the trailer, Harry was tasked with stirring the putting together the sandwiches for Trowa to fry up, Quatre was quickly directed to setting the table and Cathy cooked the soup.

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One night turned into seven days of moving, shows and laughing. Harry had made friends with a young elephant calf and for the past few shows had been dressed up like Trowa's clown persona and led the young elephant in when the rest of the elephants were 'on', getting her used to the sounds and lights under the big top.

On the night before Quatre and Harry were scheduled to leave, Cathy quietly walked over to where Trowa was watching Harry and the elephant calf play together, "you're leaving with them, aren't you," she said softly to him.

He looked at her for a moment, then back at the two youngsters, the boy laughing as the small elephant took the apple pieces from him, and then throwing them into the boy's hair, "yes," he said simply.

Cathy looked away, biting her lip, she opened her mouth a few times, and then settled on, "be safe and come back to us, okay?" She said as Harry shook his head, showering the calf with the apple pieces in his hair, which blinked at him in surprise. Harry gave a yell, when the calf's mother sprayed the two of them with a trunk filled with water.

"Yes," he said again.

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Harry watched with excitement and sadness as Trowa and Quatre moved into the driver's and passenger front seat and began the drive back to Surrey. "We have to take Harry to the sitter's house, then we will meet up with others." Trowa gave a quick nod and Harry could tell that the tall teen was a bit nervous at that prospect of meeting those he did not remember.

Harry sat silently in the car as they drove to Mrs. Figg's. It's not that he didn't like the woman, just that he didn't want this special time to end. He said nothing as they pulled up to the house and Quatre unloaded Harry's duffle and took it up to the front door and Trowa handed Harry his souvenir filled backpack. Trowa looked at the house and the woman who watched the three, then glanced down at the somber boy. He pulled Harry to him, and Harry leaned back into the warm embrace then looked up green eyes meeting green eyes and many unspoken things passed between, above all a plea for safety. Trowa gave him a small nod and smile and Harry turned and looked over at Quatre who was watching them. He gave the SandRock pilot a hug, leaning in and taking a deep breath of the sand and wind smell that was unique to Quatre. "Be safe," he mumbled in Quatre's chest, "don't say good-bye, just see you soon."

Quatre hugged the small boy then pushed him back and Harry picked up his book bag and began walking away, "See you soon, Harry," he said as he moved closer to the tall teen. Harry turned and waved at them, wondering if he would ever see his friends again, then turned and walked into the house. Mrs. Figg gave the pilots a nod then closed the door behind her.

AN: I am looking for betas again! I have the next four chapters written, and one half written that I would like to post during the month of March.