Rescue Me

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: Not mine.

AN: The second day of Christmas is upon us and here is the promised next chapter. This one goes out to Shelia, who has helped and pushed me so much in the past few months, I couldn't have done it without her. Anyway, let's get to the real reason we're here.

Chapter 1: An Unlikely Friend

Harry whined quietly as he lowered himself gingerly onto his bed. His uncle had 'reminded' him that it wasn't a good idea to be lax with his chores. Well, it didn't matter now, the day was finally over and all he wanted to do was curl up and die.

On the heels of that thought, he crawled to the end of his bed and leaned over the edge to access the loose floorboard. He quickly stifled a whimper as he jostled his injuries. He pushed through the pain, however, as his hand gripped the item he sought. He bit his lip as he shifted again, the journal he'd purchased the other day held tightly in his hand.

He almost sobbed aloud when he realized he hadn't grabbed a quill and ink from his secret space, and any form of Muggle writing utensil was clear across the room. He didn't want to risk falling off the bed by grabbing a quill, and alerting his relatives that he was still awake, so instead he sat up and made his way over to the desk, hoping there was a pen or pencil in there. To his great relief there was a ballpoint pen sitting innocently in the first drawer he opened.

With the pen in hand, he went back and laid back down on his bed. He gave a small sigh as he pulled the journal over and flipped it open. His eyes widened as he saw un unfamiliar script.

My name is Wufei and I am seventeen, almost eighteen.

Once he finished reading, he hesitated. He well remembered Riddle's diary and the havoc it caused. However, right now, he didn't care. If this was like that, what did it matter? Maybe being possessed and drained to the point of death would be better than the life he was leading now.

So, Wufei, is it? It's nice to meet you, I guess. If you're looking to take my soul, you can have it.

Anyway, I got this journal to write down my feelings and hopefully get over my nightmares. I had a teacher in primary school who suggested something like this.

Last time, I told you mostly about my school life. This time, I guess I'll tell you about my home life. As I mentioned before, I live with my aunt and uncle and cousin. My aunt is my mother's sister and my only living relative. They hate me.

From as far back as I can remember, I have been doing most everything around the house. I got my first chores when I was three and could push the vacuum around the floor. I started cooking when I was five and my aunt trusted me not to burn everything, she even had a little stool for me. Hell, for ten years, I lived in the cupboard under the stairs.

With all that being said, though, today was really bad. In fact, I think this is the worst it's been since I found out about magic, and that's including the summer after my first year when I was locked in my bedroom and fed through a cat-flap.

No, today, my uncle punished me for being stupid. I was supposed to water the garden this morning, and I did, I just forgot to turn the hose off when my aunt told me to make breakfast. Needless to say, the cops came by due to the watering ban, and my uncle was fined.

Well, Wufei, I guess I'll talk to you later. I'm gonna try and get some sleep, if I can with how much pain I'm in. Till next time, I guess.

Harry

As soon as he had finished, he curled up in a ball, the journal held tightly to his chest, and fell asleep.

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Wufei sighed as he flopped gracelessly on his living room sofa. It had been an exhausting week at work, he had just returned from a case dealing with an arms dealer. He and his partner for the case, Heero Yuy, had had to use force to bring them down, which left them seemingly endless paperwork which they had just finished an hour ago.

He ran his hand over his face and then let it fall to his side. A scowl crossed his features as his eyes fell on the old journal he'd found the other day. He leaned forward and grabbed the simple leather bound book. His scowl darkened as his fingers danced over a small gold dragon that now adorned the cover, he was positive it hadn't been there before.

With that thought in mind, he flipped open the cover and began going through the pages. His eyes widened as he noticed a new entry.

So Wufei, is it? It's nice to meet you, I guess. If you're looking to take my soul, you can have it.

It looked like this Harry was going to open up to him. Normally he would be highly suspicious of this journal and this Harry character, but it was a family heirloom and obviously magical. Now most would probably scoff at the thought of the proud Wufei Chang believing in magic, but the truth of the matter was he himself was a wizard. His entire clan, as a matter of fact, was a long line of witches and wizards. He had been trained in the magical arts since he was little. Though he wasn't quite sure what he meant by the whole soul comment.

He had just gotten up to locate a pen, to write back, when a loud series of knocks sounded on his door. Damn it, he'd forgotten the others were coming over. Apparently, Heero wanted to talk with all of them. And for some unknown reason, it was decided that Wufei's apartment was where they were going to meet.

He dropped the journal in the pen drawer, hoping to keep it away from prying eyes, namely Maxwell's, and went to answer the door. As expected, his friends were waiting on the other side, each with an odd assortment of drinks, junk food, and entrees. He motioned the four inside and then made his way to the kitchen to retrieve dishes for their makeshift potluck.

"So, Hee-chan," Duo said, once everyone had their food, "what's up? Why'd ya call us all here?"

"This," he pulled a manila folder from his bag.

"A case?" Trowa frowned, picking it up off the table. "Didn't you and Wufei just get off a big one? You know Une now requires mandatory time off between cases?"

"No, yes, hn," the former Wing pilot answered. "It's a file from the FRA. My file."

"Wait, what family you got?" the braided teen gave him a confused look. "And why wait till now to say anything?"

"They've found my father and an uncle," Heero answered. "Apparently, my father just recently appeared in the system and my uncle is the subject of an interstellar manhunt."

"Ya know," Duo scratched his nose, "anyone else, that would be shocking news, but considering it's you, not really."

"What do you mean?" the blond of the group frowned. "I mean, this is very surprising news, for all of us, but especially Heero."

"All I'm saying," the former Deathscythe pilot held up his hands defensively, "is that, because it's Heero, it's not all that surprising that his dad's paranoid enough not to have registered till the last possible minute, and that he has an uncle on the run. I mean, come on, he had to get it from somewhere."

"So what are you going to do?" Trowa asked quietly.

"I've been given leave to go find my father," the shaggy haired teen shrugged. "I'm heading out for England in the morning."

"Well, I think this calls for a toast," the braided teen jumped to his feet and retrieved a bottle from a bag next to the door. "Got any glasses, Fei?"

"My name is Wufei," dark eyes narrowed into a glare as he also got up, before the menace to society destroyed his kitchen. "I'll get them."

"I can help," Duo followed him. "Besides, I need a corkscrew anyway."

"Did you actually bring wine, Duo?" Quatre asked incredulously, before Wufei could protest further. "We can't have alcohol, we're not even of age."

"Relax, Quatre," the former clown chuckled at his best friend's antics. "One drink won't hurt anything. Besides, we don't usually have something like this to celebrate."

"Hey, Wuffers, what is this?" the self proclaimed Shinigami held up the journal.

"Nothing," the Chinese teen answered through clenched teeth. "Give it here, Maxwell."

"Is this your diary, Fei-Fei?" Duo laughed maniacally. "Let's see what he's trying to hide, maybe he's got the hots for one of us but is too shy to admit it. 'So I've never done this before, but I figured I'd give it a try,'" he read aloud, sidestepping the former Shenlong pilot with ease. "Damn, Fei, didn't know you were that innocent. 'Well, I guess I'll start off with an introduction. My name is Harry…' Who the fuck is Harry? What'd you do, steal someone else's diary? 'I am currently fourteen years old…' You stole a kid's diary? You fucking pervert. '…I'm a wizard, fresh from my fourth year at wizarding school.'"

Duo finally stopped and Wufei was able to snatch the book away from him. He took it back to his room and then returned to the others. Four sets of eyes were turned to him expectantly, all of them awaiting an explanation.

"I found that journal in my family's belongings," he sighed, taking his seat again.

"So, he was a member of your family?" the blond asked curiously. "So it's not uncommon to have wizards in your family?"

"He's not exactly family, but my entire clan were wizards," the Chinese teen shrugged. "I have been trained as a wizard since I was young."

"I've never met another colony born wizard," Quatre shook his head. "My sisters explained that the only reason I'm one is because I'm not a test tube baby like I'd always believed. Right after the war, Rashid found a tutor for me. I just passed my O.W.L.s and am studying for my N.E.W.T.s."

"That is quite a long way to come in three years," Wufei looked impressed. "I completed my formal training before I became a pilot."

"Wait, you guys got formal training?" Duo interrupted with a pout. "I got told I was a wizard when I was eight and had to figure this shit out on my own."

"One of the mercs taught me," Trowa said quietly. "He was also the one that taught me how to handle animals, considering he was a werewolf."

"And you weren't bitten?" the former Shenlong pilot asked incredulously.

"As long as you are not afraid, or threatening, they won't attack," the unibanged teen shrugged. "Beasts only bare their fangs to enemies, and Moony thought of me as his cub. He said I was almost ready to take my O.W.L.s but the mercs were killed before I could. Then I went to space and ended up piloting Heavyarms. I hadn't actually thought about continuing, but I could."

"I would recommend it," Wufei shook his head, he was actually quite floored that the majority of his friends were wizards as well.

"I'll look into it," Trowa nodded.

"I can see if my father knows a school," Heero interjected. "That is if you and Duo would like to go to England with me."

"How do you even know he's a wizard?" Duo cut in. "It doesn't take two magical parents to have a magical kid. Sister Helen explained that to me. In fact, sometimes none of the parents are."

"It does if both your parents are of the same sex," the shaggy haired brunet shrugged.

"But how would you know that?" the braided teen asked incredulously. "The file said they found one father and an uncle, not two dads."

"That's because my other father is dead," Heero sighed. "He's the one that raised and trained me. He went by the name Odin Lowe back then, but his real name was Regulus Black. I think I met my other father a few times when I was little, but I don't remember his name. My uncle, however, is Sirius Black."

"The mass murderer?" Duo, who had just taken a drink, spit it all over the table.

"Yes," the former Wing pilot rolled his eyes. "Though my father never believed it."

"Well, this is all a bit much to take in," Wufei sighed. "I mean, what are the chances of the mad five finding five wizards to pilot the Gundams?"

"It's uncanny," Quatre shook his head. "But I've learned there are no coincidences. We were meant to meet and pilot the Gundams."

"Well, that's all well and good," Duo poured himself some more wine. "We're all wizards and that's fucking awesome. But what about the diary? Who was this Harry kid, you said he wasn't family, and why do you have his diary?"

"He's exactly what he says," Wufei rubbed the back of his neck. "To the best of my knowledge, the diary is part of a set. Harry has the other one and has just recently started writing in it. I only know this because he just wrote a new entry that I barely finished reading before you came over."

"Well, it's getting rather late, we should go and let you write back," the blond pushed to his feet, and then turned to look at Trowa and Duo. "Did you two decide whether you were going with Heero?"

"Sure, why not?" the braided teen shrugged. "Trowa?"

"I think I'd like that," the former clown nodded.

"Great," Quatre beamed. "I'm heading to London myself, my tutor has recently moved back there. We can take my jet. It takes off at eight tomorrow morning. I'll see you guys then."

The other three nodded and followed the blond Arabian from the house. Wufei sat on the couch a moment longer before finally moving into action. He made quick work of the cleanup and then retrieved the diary from his room.

Harry,

I don't know what you mean by my taking your soul, but I can assure you I have no use for it. I can also reassure you that the diary you have is harmless, it's just part of a set. Journals like these have been used over the centuries for long distance communication, as owls take too long and there is not always a floo network, not to mention space travel makes both of those moot.

I'm sorry to hear things are so rough for you, but only through our mistakes do we learn. I'm not saying what your family is doing is right, and if it ever gets to be too much, give me your location and I can be there in a moment's notice. I know we don't really know each other, but that is my job, and you did choose to trust me.

On that note, I'm going to change the subject.

I found out tonight that my friends I told you about before are all wizards. It actually came up because of this diary. One of my friends, a complete menace to society, found it and thought it was mine. He only got to the part about you being a wizard before I got it away from him. But that led to an extensive conversation on our backgrounds, training, and families. I must thank you for that, you brought me closer to my friends. However, I will be putting some spells on my journal to keep the contents away from further prying eyes. I can share these with you if you'd like, once you return to school anyway.

Now, I'm going to head to bed, I've had a long day. I wish you a speedy recovery.

Wufei

Ammie: Okay there it is. Keep a look out tomorrow for the third chapter, once again for a different fic. Anyway, please let me know what you think.