Where is Harry?
AN: This is going by the movie rather than the book. According to the book there was a month between Harry getting his letter and going to Hogwarts, in the movie, Harry was walked to the station by Hagrid after he purchased his supplies. In order for this story to work, I had to use that scenario.
03X04 if you squint. Still don't own
Vernon looked up from his paper and gasped, nearly choking on his sugar bun. Five pairs of very angry eyes were staring at him, "Where is he?" the blond asked, and Vernon recognized him, "Where is Harry Potter?"
"You're one of those whozy pilots, a criminal!" he said his finger shaking as he stared at the boy, then his eyes grew wider and wilder as he recognized the others, "you're all those pilot thingies." he said, "get out or I'll call the police!" he yelled trembling.
Quatre yanked the paper from Vernon's hand, folded it neatly so the article and picture on the front page were clearly showing and tapped it with his finger, "try again."
Vernon rolled his eyes in fear, he had read that the pilots had all been pardoned and were part of the new Preventers that were being located in London, "that doesn't give you the right to come into my house uninvited!" he yelled, his face turning purple.
"Where is..." Duo leaned in his face inches from Vernon's who gave a small squeak of fear as he tried to put as much distance between him and Duo as the chair would allow, "Harry Potter?"
"There is no one here by that name," Vernon said fear making his words hard to understand, "I've never heard..." he squeaked again when Duo snarled.
"He slept in the cupboard under the stairs," Heero said calmly, but Vernon knew that it was just a façade, the teen was giving off very serious, angry vibes, "we've seen him in it several times in fact," blue-eyes narrowed, "where exactly is he?"
"He's..." Vernon said sweating profusely, "he's going to St Brutus' School for Incurably Criminal Boys."
"What? Where is that?" WuFei asked his black eyes flashing dangerously and Vernon wanted to hide.
"St Brutus School for Incurably Criminal Boys; it's in Wales, I think," he said his voice raising an octave as he felt a chill from the boys.
"The only incurably criminal boy who lives in this house is your son," Heero said flatly and Vernon began to sputter but was cut off.
"Where is your wife?" Trowa said looking around at the pigsty of a kitchen. The house was a mess; several days worth of dishes were stacked in the kitchen, the stove loaded with food crusted pans, the garbage overflowing with take out containers, and the kitchen table messy with spilled food. Someone, Vernon probably, had boarded up everything, windows, doors, vents… Something definitely wasn't right.
Vernon flushed, "none of you business, boy."
Trowa turned icy green-eyes to him, "Where is your wife..." he said his voice low and Vernon wanted to whimper in fear and hide.
"We went on a little vacation, and were attacked by a big bloke," Vernon said at least this was something he could say truthfully; "she's been hospitalized."
"What... happened...?" Trowa asked slowly as if talking to a young child.
"We... ah... went on vacation..." Vernon began.
"All of you, including Harry?" Duo asked.
"Yes, including the boy..." Vernon said grimacing.
"Why?" Duo asked pulling out a chair, sitting down and leaning back in it, the picture of complete ease, but Vernon could sense danger under the surface, "you've never taken him on vacation before, why now?"
Vernon mouth gaped open and closed like a landed fish, "how the ruddy hell would you know that?"
Duo smiled a mirthless smile, "'cause, we've taken Harry on vacation with us every time you leave him behind locked in his cupboard for the past year and half."
Vernon gaped, "what?"
"Now," Duo said talking over the man, "Why did you include Harry this time?" he paused, "and what is up with the boarded up windows and all those owls all over the place?"
Vernon gave a small whimper, these teens had been talking to their neighbors, "We... I... We...," then Vernon tried to swell up like a bullfrog, "and why the ruddy hell would you care? If you've known where he was living for the past year and half, why didn't you take him away?" he knew he had scored a point when the blond teen paled and the others shifted with guilt and he stood up moving around the kitchen table to use his bulk to intimidate them and sneered, "didn't really care about him then, did you? You're just all talk..." he broke off with a whimper when Heero slid away from the wall he had been leaning against and shoved Vernon effortlessly against the wall.
"We are here to rectify that wrong," Heero said his voice dangerous, "now you will contact that school and have him released into our custody."
Vernon's complexion had gone from spoiled milk white to purple, "I will do no such thing!" he yelled, "my wife is in the hospital because of that brat and brute." He pushed against the hand holding him against the wall, but Heero didn't move, "let go of me you... you... foreigner!"
Duo made a choking sound and Heero turned his glare to him, watching as Duo's lips tried not to twitch with laughter at the supposed insult. Heero rolled his eyes then turned back to Vernon, "Where is your wife, I believe we will talk to her instead."
"You leave Petunia alone!" Vernon yelled.
"We just want to talk to her," Trowa said, and Heero finally let go of the man who slid down the wall. Trowa knelt next to him, "where is she?"
"Surrey Mental Clinic," Vernon finally said closing his eyes in defeat and after a few seconds of not hearing anything opened them, found the kitchen empty. Vernon fearfully got to his feet and looked around the kitchen, even looked under the kitchen table before moving into the living room, then did a sweep of the whole house. Nothing, it was empty. He wondered if he had imagined the whole thing.
Petunia Dursley sat in the garden at Surrey Mental hospital and sipped tea. She looked as if she were at a tea party, her hair was washed and neatly combed, her teacup held with her pinkie held at the stiff correctness she felt the situation dictated. The only thing that she thought was odd were the slippers on her feet and she was wearing her least favorite bathrobe of garish pink and red cabbage roses. She preferred the blue robe that she had bought for herself last year, not this ugly one that Marge had sent her for Christmas. It looked like something out of the recycle bin.
"Petunia," a young somewhat familiar voice wavered into her consciousness, "Petunia, can you understand me?" She turned towards the voice, wondering why the nice green-eyed teen was talking to her. He looked different from the horrible man who had been here only a moment before, a doctor something or other.
"I know you..." she said, "don't I?"
"Yes," the boy said with relief, his voice seemed distant but gentle to Petunia's drug induced mind, "we met at the mall, I was with Harry." Petunia's hand shook at Harry's name.
"Harry?" Petunia looked around her frantically, "is he alright? Did that man take him?"
"What man?" Trowa said his voice infinitely patient as he looked at Quatre beside him.
Petunia whimpered softly, "he was so big, tall, he came in and knocked the door down, then..." she tilted her head, "he spoke politely, took the gun away from Vernon."
The pilots stilled when they heard about the weapon, "what gun?"
"Vernon got a shot gun, he was going to deal with Them, I could have told him it would do no good hiding, They always seemed to know where to look, but Vernon… he was so crazed."
Petunia grew silent again, and Quatre gently pushed, "why was Vernon so crazy?"
"The owls and letters," Petunia said shuddering as she remembered Vernon insanity, "they were everywhere, in our mail, our eggs, through the boarded up windows. When we left home they followed us, then that man came to the cabin on the island. He was so big and he grabbed the gun and twisted it and threw it in the corner. He spoke so softly to Harry, gave him his letter," she gave a small smirk of satisfaction at that, "and then in the morning they were gone and I was frantic and Vernon..." she trailed off again, and she raised confused eyes to the green ones solemnly regarding her, "is he okay?"
Trowa thought for a few moments, and gently put his hand on the woman's hand, "I don't know he wasn't at home."
"No," Petunia's eyes grew, "what if He killed Harry, like He killed Harry's parents," tears began to stream down Petunia's cheeks, "what if..."
"Sshhh..." Quatre said stroking her arm gently even as a chill of fear fluttered down his back and she looked at him, "we will find him, I promise."
"Please," Petunia said, "he is all I have left of my sister."
"Excuse me," a medical tech came up to the trio, "it is time for Mrs. Dursley to come inside." The man turned the wheelchair and began rolling it into the room.
"Wait," Petunia said, "I remember you now," she said looking fully at Trowa, "you're the ones who hurt Harry too, making him promises and breaking his heart." Trowa wanted to wince away from her accusing stare but didn't, couldn't, he knew she was right. She gently reached up to touch his face, "I wanted to yell at you and tell you how cruel you were, but I can't seem to care. I just want Harry safe, he's more important."
Trowa fought to find his voice, and he knelt in front of Petunia's chair, "I promise you, we will find him, and we will keep him safe."
She stared into his green-eyes for a few seconds before giving a decisive nod, "don't hurt him like that again," she nodded to the tech, "try Scotland, at least that's where Lily's school was."
The door closed behind her, and Trowa turned at an anguished cry from Quatre, "What did we do?" he said his aqua colored eyes filling with tears.
Trowa swiftly went up to him and pulled Quatre into his arms, "We will find him, and we will make it right," he vowed.
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