Rescue Me
By Ammie Hawk
Disclaimer: Please don't kill me?
AN: Okay, so I know that it has been awhile since I've updated this fic, but these boys have been fighting me almost the entire way. And I know the chapter is on the short side, but at least its here… Anyway, moving on.
Chapter 2: A Cry for Help
Heero stood on the front steps of a rundown house in Cokeworth, England, called Spinner's End. This happened to be the registered address of his father. His friends and fellow pilots had elected to stay at Quatre's townhouse and let him meet his father on his own first.
He took a deep breath and raised his hand and knocked briskly on the closed portal. He waited for a few minutes, and was about to knock again, when the door was jerked open. On the other side was a tall, thin, dark haired man with a slightly hooked nose. His father looked exactly like he remembered.
"Can I help you?" a dark brow rose in inquiry.
"You are Severus Snape, are you not?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"I am, and you are?" he countered.
"My name is Heero Yuy," he extended his hand awkwardly. "I'm with the Preventers."
"I find that highly unlikely," Snape crossed his arms over his chest. "Preventer Agents are known only by their code names."
"Right," the former Wing pilot shook his head. "We do. I am here on unofficial business, Mr. Snape. According to the Family Reconstruction Act, I am your son."
"My son?" he scoffed. "You are mistaken, my son died years ago."
"No," Heero held the dark gaze. "My father, Regulus Black, died years ago. I was left to fend for myself in the colonies."
"Hm," dark eyes narrowed dangerously, "we shall see. Come inside."
Heero shot a glance back at his car, but decided to follow the man first, he could always call his friends for backup should he need it. As soon as he entered the house, he could almost feel the magic that permeated the air. He assumed by the way the other man kept shooting suspicious glances over his shoulder that there was some type of ward or spell on the entryway that revealed imposters.
They continued on into a small living room with large bookshelves lining every wall. The elder man motioned for him to take a seat on the sofa while he sat in the arm chair across from it. Once they were both seated, Heero pulled a manila envelope from inside his jacket and handed it to Snape.
"That is the DNA results from the Family Reconstruction Act," he explained as the other pulled a small stack of papers out of the envelope.
"This proves nothing," dark eyes scanned the documents carefully. "Forms such as these can be fabricated rather easily, especially to a professional."
"While that is true," Heero acknowledged, god only knows how many times he'd done that very thing in the past, "you may call Lady Une and have her verify it for you."
"If you don't mind," the potions master scoffed, "I have my own way of getting to the truth."
"Very well," the shaggy haired brunet nodded, that seemed fair. "What do you want me to do?"
"All you have to do is look at this," Snape smirked as he held up his left hand.
He proceeded to pull a simple silver band with a single small emerald set in the center from his ring finger. He held it up between his thumb and forefinger, allowing it to catch the flickering candlelight. He then weighed it in the palm of his hand before offering it to the teen.
Heero carefully lifted the ring into his own hand and began examining it.
"It's similar to the one my father used to wear," Prussian blue eyes narrowed as if remembering something, "except the stone is different, as if the inscription."
"You can read it?" a dark brow rose incredulously.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I etched those rings with blood magic," Severus shook his head. "Only a direct relative of either myself or Regulus are able to read them. Why don't you tell me what it says?"
"This one says 'Always,' and this one," he pulled a chain out from beneath his shirt, revealing an almost identical band but with an onyx instead of an emerald, "says 'Forever.'"
"Where did you get that?"
"As my father lay dying, he gave it to me," the teen replied. "He said I should keep it, to remember him by. Though, if you want it, you can have it."
"No," he shook his head, "if Regulus entrusted it to you, then you should keep it."
"Thank you," Heero tucked the chain back into his shirt and held out the other for his father.
"Well," Snape sighed heavily, "as glad as I am to discover that you are alive, and as much as I would like to get to know the man you have become, I must insist that you leave now. My life is not currently my own and I cannot risk dragging you into the quagmire it has become."
"Yes, being a spy does have its inherent risks," a smirk crossed the brunet's features. "I assure you, I can take care of myself. However, I didn't come here just to meet you, I have a favor to ask."
"I'm not sure how you know that I am a spy," he shook his head. "And I cannot promise that I will be able to fulfill your request, but I cannot stop you from asking."
"Father told me when I asked why you hardly came around," the former Wing pilot shrugged. "As for the favor, I know you work at Hogwarts and I was wondering if you could see about pulling some strings so that a couple friends and I could attend, so we can take our O.W.L.s and subsequently our N.E.W.T.s."
"You're eighteen," dark eyes narrowed in thought, "why would you want to sit either exam?"
"I want to test my skills," he answered simply. "My comrades, however, have had little to no formal training."
"I see," Snape nodded. "I will speak with the headmaster and see if something can't be arranged. In the meantime, I would offer for you to stay here, but it is not safe. Do you have somewhere to stay?"
"I do," Heero admitted.
"Good," the Potions Master took a deep breath. "Wait there. I will send an owl when I have the information you requested."
"Very well," the former Wing pilot nodded, pushing to his feet. "Till next we meet, Father."
"Till then."
With that he left the house and made his way back out to the car.
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Harry's eyes fluttered painfully open. He was lying on the floor of his bedroom after his most recent round with his uncle's fists. He had to get out of here. After what happened with the dementors earlier that night, he was facing expulsion from school. If that happened, he wouldn't last three months, let alone a year. At that unhappy thought, his eyes landed on the loose floorboard under his bed. If he could just get to the diary, he could get help. Wufei had said he would come if he needed him. All he had to do was reach it.
Tears streamed down his face as he tried to extend his arms. It hurt to move. He grit his teeth. He would do it, he had to. Help would be there, and the pain would stop if he could just move his arm.
Inch by painful inch, he managed to move his arm. He bit his lip as he lifted the floorboard, and a moment later, the book was in his hand. He almost cried in relief when he saw the pen sticking innocently out of the top. His hand trembled violently as he let the book fall open and he grabbed the pen.
Wu fei
He had to stop and hold the pen with both hands to keep it steady.
I need help I'~ at 4 Pri v~~ Dr~~ Sur~~
Before he got any more out, the pain got to him again and he fell forward, his head landing on the open page. His last fleeting thought before darkness overtook him was that he needed to put the diary away before his uncle found it and burned it.
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Wufei stepped out of his bathroom, a towel secured around his waist while he used another to dry his hair. He made his way down the hall to his bedroom to get ready for bed. He frowned as he flipped on the light and spotted the journal on his nightstand. He hadn't gotten another message from Harry since he told him about the others being wizards. It looked like that changed, though, if the dragon on the cover was any indication.
He tossed the towel he'd been using on his hair over the side of the hamper and made his way over to the bed. He sat down and picked up the journal. He opened it and was about to settle in to read, when he actually saw what was written.
Wu fei
I need help I'~ at 4 Pri v~~ Dr~~ Sur~~
He couldn't make out all the words, but he knew one thing for sure: Harry was in trouble. He let the book fall to the bed as he got to his feet. He snatched his phone off the nightstand and hit speed dial one. As he waited for the call to connect, he went over to his dresser and began putting on clothes at random.
~Wufei,~ the line finally connected.
"Trowa," he held the phone between his shoulder and his ear, "I need your help. Where are you?"
The other pilot gave him the address, ~Wufei, what's going on?~
"I will be there in five," the former Shenlong pilot sighed. "I will explain everything then. Gather the others."
With that he ended the call and continued pulling on his clothes. Once he was fully dressed, he scooped up the journal and turned on the spot. He disappeared with a soft pop. He reappeared a moment later in Quatre's London townhouse.
As soon as he got his bearings, he made his way out of the bedroom he'd Apparated into and toward the main rooms, hoping to find his friends all together. His luck, for once, held out and he found all four of them in the living room.
"Wufei, what's going…" the blond began but stopped as his hand flew to his heart. "What happened? You are freaking out."
"Harry's in trouble," the Asian teen took a deep breath, trying to calm down, for the empath's sake.
"Wait," Duo held up his hand, "your pen pal, Harry?"
"Yes," Wufei rolled his eyes, as he opened the book still clutched in his hands. "The problem is the address is almost indecipherable. I'm hoping Heero and Trowa will be able to help."
He handed the journal over to the two tech savvy members of their group. The shaggy haired brunet pulled out his laptop and, glancing over Trowa's shoulder, began typing.
"Is this blood?" the unibanged teen frowned at the journal.
"I believe so," the former Shenlong pilot nodded.
"I think I have something," Heero cut in. "I got five possible locations in English speaking countries."
"It looks like we'll have to split up," Wufei growled slightly, he'd hope for something better.
"Make that three with residents named Harry," Prussian blue eyes scanned the screen. "We'll still have to split up, but some of us can double up. I'll take Duo. Wufei, you take Trowa. Quatre, can you Apparate?"
"Yes," the former Sandrock pilot nodded.
"Alright," the raven nodded. "Let's go. If any of you find Harry, get him out of the house immediately. I will personally talk to Lady Une once he's safe."
The others nodded solemnly, as Heero handed out the locations to them.
"So," Duo said, taking the former Wing pilot's arm, "are we looking at abuse here, or what?"
"Yes," the Asian teen sighed. "He indicated it in his last entry, and I told him that if it got to be bad, all he had to do was let me know. I just hope I'm not too late."
With that somber note, three loud cracks filled the room and they were gone.
Ammie: Okay, so there it is. Please don't kill me for what I did, it is important to the plot... Anyway, please let me know what you think.