Detention, Mr. Potter
Mannd
I don't own Harry Potter nor Gundam Wing, (going off to pout now)
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Severus Snape gave a small smile of satisfaction as he watched the scene in front of him play out, "Potter," he hissed and the black haired boy winced and turned slightly defiant eyes toward the Potions Master, "detention my office, Saturday morning at 9, all day, don't wear your uniform, dress for outdoors as you will be collecting." Severus' last vision of the boy as he swept away was Harry's mouth dropping open to protest, Ron's murmurs of sympathy and the first year Slytherin's sniggers.
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"Really Severus," Minerva said her voice filled with disapproval as she joined him as he followed his first year Slytherins, "must you be so hard on the boy?"
"Why must I go easy on him, Minerva?" He asked his voice silky and McGonagall knew she needed to tread lightly, "after all haven't you already broken several rules for him? I was under the impression that magic in the halls was against the rules even for the boy-who-lived," Minerva's mouth thinned, "can't have him getting a high opinion of himself now can we, youngest seeker, new Nimbus only a first year..."
"With you chipping away at him, how can he?" McGonagall snipped back, but dropped the subject and stormed off.
Severus rolled his eyes at her then moved to intercept the first year Slytherin boys before they entered their common room, "Gentlemen, what is it that defines a Slytherin and makes them superior to Gryffindors?" he asked his voice smooth and silky, and the boys gulped and looked at each other fearfully.
"We use cunning," Blaise finally said, "they push their way ahead like a troll."
"And what," his eyes swept over them lingering on Draco, Greg and Vincent, "is it that you were doing while baiting Potter? I am beginning to wonder if the sorting hat was mistaken when it put you in my house." He turned away as Draco's cheeks turned pink, satisfied he had made his point.
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8:55 Saturday brought a soft knock to his office door and Severus called out admittance. He looked over to the clock and noticed with approval that the boy was on time.
"Come, you have much to do today," Severus said as he pulled his cloak around him and swept out of the office. Harry followed miserably along, wondering at the things he was going to be subject to, "Potter, watch where you are going!" Severus snapped as Harry nearly ran into him when he stopped at Hogwarts' gates. "Now I want you to hold on to my arm, and when I tell you take a deep breath." Harry looked at the man wide-eyed but hastily took a hold of the man's arm when it was held out, "Now, Mr. Potter," Snape said and Harry drew in a deep breath and nearly choked as he felt as if he were being forced through a tube.
Harry gasped as his feet finally hit stone, and he stumbled a bit fighting back nausea, barely noticing the hand that kept him upright. "First time with side-along apparition can be unnerving," the potion master said, handing the boy a small vial filled with a lilac potion, "if I had warned you what was coming it would have made you feel worse." Harry took the small vial and after casting a glance at the man drank it, shuddering at the taste but sighed with relief when his stomach settled.
"Come," the man said and began walking out of the alley that they were in, down the street filled with old townhouses that had been converted into offices and small storefronts. He paused outside of a building and opened the door, ushering his charge into the building. "Stay here for a moment," he said motioning to the side and Harry watched as the man moved to the receptionist desk and spoke softly to her before she handed him two badges. Snape turned and motioned for Harry to join him, and Harry reluctantly came closer, "almost there," Snape said recognizing the boy's growing unease. He carefully clipped the badge to the boy's chest then walked away knowing the boy would follow. Harry after watching the man's back gave a soft sigh and stepped into the elevator with Snape.
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"I can't believe we had to come in so early," Duo whined as he sat at the conference table, his third cup of coffee a memory beside him, leaving him wondering if he should get a fourth.
"Maxwell," WuFei said rolling his eyes, "this is almost afternoon." And when Duo glared at him, he smirked which caused Duo to stick out his tongue. "Oh very mature," he said shaking his head.
"Can you tell us anything about the mission?" Quatre said trying to forestall the argument that he could tell was beginning to brew.
"The client should be here any moment," Zechs said as he sat down at the conference table, "I will explain the mission details then."
Duo deflated slightly then took the last bite of his chocolate chocolate chip muffin, "these make the wait worth it," he sighed, and Heero shook his head, muttering 'baka,' smirking when Duo stuck a chocolate coated tongue out at him.
"Ahhh..." Zechs said as a soft knock sounded on the conference room door, "He is here." Trowa watched the Epyon pilot with suspicion; he had been smugly chipper since Tuesday night and after his meeting with Lady Une the next morning, who had pulled all the other pilots off of their current assignments and requested that Quatre cancel his meetings for the day. Zechs opened the door and the five pilots heard soft murmurings before the door was opened all the way and two figures were escorted in.
"Harry!" Quatre gasped as the boy came into the room and Harry was picked up in the blonde's arms and held tightly, as the other pilots crowded around them.
"That was satisfying," Zechs said softly to Severus who gave a small smile of agreement watching the happy and surprised expressions.
WuFei moved away from the small crowd towards the two men who were watching the scene, "how…, why…, when…?" he asked, and the other pilots backed away, Harry was happily on Duo's hip, not caring that he was too old.
Zechs smiled at the usually articulate pilot, and indicated the pilots should be seated. "As I am sure the surveillance team on me told you, I had dinner with Severus on Tuesday," he smiled at the look of consternation on Duo and Trowa's faces, as they were in charge of the surveillance team, "we sometimes talk about our job and he told me about a fairly spoiled little boy, and I told him about a lost one, imagine both our surprises when we realized we were talking about the same child."
He held up a hand when Duo started to sputter, "so we did some research and I talked to Lady Une which is why you are now here," he drew himself up stiffly, "now onto your mission for the day, Mr. Potter," he said his voice sharp, "you are to find all items on this list," he handed an envelope to Harry who stared at him wide eyed, "and you must return here by 6:30 pm. All of the pilots are to help you." The two men looked at each other then nodded and left the room.
"Oh and Mr. Potter," Severus stuck his head back in, "if you fail in your objective, I will give you a real detention scrubbing cauldrons all day tomorrow."
Harry gulped then opened the envelope, and blinked. "One large empty box of popcorn, one used movie ticket, one written summary report of movie," he read his eyes growing huge, "one toy from a claw machine, preferably a bobble head, one pamphlet from the history and science museum, signed by four different security guards, can we do all this in one day?"
Duo read the list over his shoulder whistling, "I don't know guys, this mission might be tricky." he looked at the other pilots his face solemn while his eyes sparkled.
Quatre was fighting a smile, Heero's usual stoic face had softened a bit as he nodded, "mission accepted," he said the grabbing Harry's arm and dragging the laughing boy out of the conference room, the other pilots quickly following.
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Zechs leaned back into his lover's chest as he watched the laughing boy and pilots leave, "thank you," he said simply.
"No," Severus said, "thank you for opening my eyes past my anger to see the truth."
"There you two are," Duo said as he came back around the corner, "you did say all the pilots, and as far as I remember that includes you," and before Zechs could properly protest he found himself dragged down the hall. Severus chuckling followed behind them.
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Harry laughed as Duo egged Heero on at the claw machine. Heero growled low as the small bobble head doll fell from the claw and he glared at it before holding out his hand for more coins. "My turn Hee-chan," Duo sang and hipped bumped the Wing Pilot out of his way. Heero huffed but moved and watched as Duo put the coins in and deftly picked up the doll dropping it in the tray, "and that as they say is that," he smirked into the deep blue eyes then stilled as he heard a soft sniffle, and turned blue-violet eyes down to Harry. Harry quickly caught the turn and roughly brushed his fingers over his cheeks and smiled, or tired to but another sob came out.
"Harry?" Duo said softly, "what's wrong?" He knelt in front of the distraught eleven year old and gently wiped at Harry's tears.
Harry tried to stop his tears but they just came and grew and suddenly he was enfolded in a pair of long arms and pulled to a strong chest, "Green-Eyes?" WuFei asked as he was turned and Harry clung to the Asian pilot, to cry softly.
"Why?" Harry was finally able to get out.
"Why what?" Quatre asked as WuFei led him over to a table and the pilots all sat around the boy each making sure they were touching him, "why what, little one?"
"Why?" Harry asked again, his fingers twisting agitatedly, "why did you leave me, what did I do that made you stay away?" Quatre closed his eyes in anguish and guilt and before any of them could move Trowa had swept the boy into his arms and was rocking him in his lap. "I mean, I tried to think of what was so terrible that you would have left me and you wouldn't even contact me, but I can't and so I want to know so I don't do it again."
"We have no excuse," Heero said softly, as he stroked the black hair that resembled his in its messiness.
"I mean I understand you had important things to do," Harry said taking the handkerchief that Quatre passed to him, and trying to scrub at the tears on his cheeks, but they wouldn't stop, "WuFei was in the White Fang, Quatre had businesses to run, Duo wanted to go home, and..." Harry's words became intelligible again as he cried harder, "so why? What did I do?" he finally managed to get out.
Trowa gently kissed the top of Harry's head, "we did it," he finally said, "we were wrong, not you."
Harry looked up at the green-eyed teen, "I don't understand," he hiccupped finally.
WuFei sighed, "you did nothing wrong, Green-eyes," he said, "we were the ones that pulled away, because..." he floundered.
"We didn't want you tainted by us and our ugliness," Duo said.
Harry blinked at the pilots, "but I love you guys," he said then gasping covered his mouth his eyes fearful.
Quatre leaned over and kissed Harry's head, "and we love you, little-one, don't doubt that," he stared into Harry's eyes wishing he could take all the hurt that they had done away, "and we will make you a promise," he said and looked at the other pilots, "we will always be your friends, and stay in contact with you, no matter what."
"At least once a month visits," Heero nodded.
"But how are you going to get to my school?" Harry asked.
"That can be arranged," Snape said causing Harry to jump as he came up behind them, "they can visit me in my quarters while you are taking remedial potions once a month."
Harry stared up at the man who had been torturing him with words for over three months, and for some reason believed. Harry turned and buried his head in Trowa's shoulder and sighed.
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An exhausted but happy Harry dragged himself into the common room, "Harry!" bushy brown hair flitted into his vision, "was it just awful?"
"It was..." Harry searched for a word to describe the day as he passed the solemn first years on his way to the dorm stairs, Severus' admonitions ringing in his ears, "tiring, I'm going to bed." Hermione and Ron stared at the friend before the group of first years leaned together whispering urgently.
AN: Harry is very emotional here and I am sure some readers will protest that Harry is too old to be picked up and cuddled, but please remember what it must be like for a neglected child to have friends then for them to suddenly ignore him. I re-wrote the scene three times trying to figure out how to keep Harry from being so emotional, and talked to a friend who has an eleven year old son and decided that Harry's tears were very justified. I am currently writing the next chapter, which will be the Quidditch Game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, so it might be a bit before it is published.
