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Chapter Four

\Wufei felt his hands clench into fists at the look on the little boys face. He was scared, anyone with eyes could see that, but Wufei had the feeling it wasn't of them, but of the people that he lived with. It made his blood boil. He made a move towards the door, but Zechs hand suddenly clamped down on his arm, to the point of pain.

"Wait, Dragon, just wait. We don't know everything yet." The blond kept his tone soothing and quiet to not frighten the boy still standing half behind the door, and Wufei found himself relaxing, even though he wanted nothing more than to erase that look of fear of his son's face.

His Son. That was something he never thought he'd be able to say or even think without grief tearing through him like a tidal wave.

But now he could, and he swore to himself that he would not make the same mistake he had the last time around. He would NEVER let anything, or anyone for that matter hurt Hisashi ever again. He wasn't totally sure why he was suddenly so sure that was his son. He looked only slightly Asian; but something just told him that this child was his. His to protect and guide. Wufei had the vague sense that there was something he was forgetting to explain it, something important, but he couldn't quite wrap his mind around what it was

"Harry, could you go get your Aunt or Uncle for us, Son?" The words had barely made their way out of Agent Jenkins mouth before a woman was coming to the door, shoving Harry unceremoniously behind the door he was using as a shield.

"Oh Hello, Agent Jenkins. We weren't expecting you today. And, you brought more agents," She gave an uneasy look behind the door, and the group heard quiet feet moving quickly away from the entrance. "I'm so sorry Harry made you wait outside, he doesn't think about these things. You know how boys are." She gave a fake little laugh. "Please, do come in." Trowa nodded and stepped through the doorway, taking the unofficial role of leader on this mission, the others following slowly behind him, Zechs hand still welded to his lovers arm. None of them knew how the Chinese Pilot would react if what they were all beginning to suspect was true, but none of them were going to take chances.

They were led into a sitting room and Wufei felt himself pushed down onto a sickingly clean white couch. The room was quiet and filled with tension.

"Well" there was silence in the room, Petunia Dursley's attempt at conversation falling flat. "I'll, um, I'll just go see how Harry's doing with the tea, shall I?" She stood from her seat and fled the room, and the conversation that she knew was coming. There had been a reason she had kept her nephew from having his blood gone, something she was told must NEVER happen, and she feared the consequences. Oh, she knew that the brat wasn't going to say anything, Vernon had made that quite clear, but she was afraid nonetheless. Albus Dumbledore was a formidable man, freak or not, and she didn't want to know what he was going to come up with to punish her for failing him.

She walked into the kitchen, her heels striking the ground harder and sharper than normal, just in time to see the heavy Silver Tea Service that had been her great-grandmother's, an actual antique from Queen Victoria's time, and the tray that carried it, fall from her nephews hand and clang on the ground. It seemed to fall in slow motion, and she placed a hand to her mouth as she watched a teacup roll slowly across the floor, until it came to rest, dented deeply on the left side.

Harry looked at her, white as a sheet, his lip trembling. "I'm sorry, Aunt Petunia, it was too heavy and it slipped....I've never had to...." She snapped, stepping forward and striking him hard across the cheek. She had never been madder at the Freak in her life! He KNEW what that tea set meant to her, he shouldn't have been too weak to carry it. It wasn't like she was asking much of him, just a little hospitality for the guests that were only there for him, after all that Vernon and she had done for him! How DARE he?!

"You Freak! You Know that set was my great-grandmother Adelaide's! How dare you drop it! And don't give me that you were too weak to carry it, you did it on purpose!" Her rage blinded her, and she stepped forward to hit the cowering boy again, forgetting all about the crowd that was sitting just down the hall, forgetting about everything.

This was not going to go unpunished. Her hand was raised to strike him again, when an iron grip clamped down on her wrist, and she let out a breathy gasp, unable to scream.

It Hurt. She wrapped her hand around her captors wrist, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it did no good. The pale hand squeezed almost gently in warning, and she froze, tilting her head back to look at her assailant.

She nearly shuddered from the ice in pale blue eyes. It was the blond from the living room, and Petunia paled.

The living room. Awareness of what she had just done came flooding back to her, and would have sanke to her knees if it wasn't for the man's hand around her wrist.

It was over. They were ruined in this town, in this country for that matter. Dumbledore wouldn't be able to get her out of this.

And it was all because of that brat and his pure selfishness. She turned her head to glare at the boy, putting as much hate into her eyes as she could.

They could have that freak, she didn't care. It was Dumbledore's problem now.

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Bob Jenkins had seen a lot in his career. He had been in Law Enforcement all his life, though he avoided the military like the plague, and he was the first one in his town to sign up for the Preventors. He'd thought that they were going to fix all of this, that the pain and suffering that he had seen day in and day out before and during the war was going to end. He'd been wrong, of course, and the only saving grace in the situation was the fact that he could be part of fixing what was wrong.

And, of course, getting kids out of these types of situations, away from people who shouldn't even be breathing, let alone raising a child.

Bob knelt down on his knees, as close to the boy, no, Harry, as he could get, watching with sad eyes as the child scrambled around to grab as much of the tea set as he could, trying to put it back into the set it was. He didn't acknowledge the fact that his aunt was on her knees three feet from him, her wrist twisted into an odd angle by an angry Preventor Wind. Bob also didn't think the child could hear the angry voice of his father screaming curses in his native tongue from right down the hall.

Harry's entire world had narrowed down into fixing the 'mistake' that he had made. Nothing else mattered, and Bob finally had to stop him when Harry was too scared to go near his Aunt and grab the last piece of the set, the small engraved top to the tea pot. He placed a hand gently on Harry's arm, and kept it there, even when the boy hunkered down into himself, as if waiting for a blow. Bob aimed a glare to the unresponsive woman across from him before he turned his full attention to the now-shaking child.

"Harry?" the boy didn't look at him, and Bob forced himself to ignore the boy's fear and turn the small head towards him, trusting his fellow agent to stop any attacks the woman might make, should she regain her senses. "Are you alright Son?" Harry's green eyes snapped to him, and he nodded wildly, his eyes as big as saucers.

"Yes Sir! I'm fine, I was just bad. I'm always bad sir, Auntie was just trying to help me be a good boy" He showed no emotion while he said, and Bob realized with a sick feeling in his stomach that the child believed every word that he was speaking. "But I'm getting better, this is the first bad thing I've done all day!" He gave a small smile at the thought, and Bob felt his heart breaking.

This was unacceptable. He aimed a glare at the still comatose woman, and reached out a hand to Harry again. They had to get him out of here before his father did something to the woman that Harry didn't need to see. "Come on Harry, lets get you out of here. That cheek needs looking after." Harry didn't take the hand, in fact looked at it like he had never seen one before.

Most probably, he had never seen one outreached in kindness before. "Everything will be fine, I promise Son, you're not going to get in trouble." Harry eyed him warily for a moment, before asking in a small voice,

"I'll be back in time for my chores and dinner, right?" Bob closed his eyes. From any other child, he would think that was a perfectly innocent question, but coming from THIS child, it was anything but. The yelling in the hallway went silent, just in time for the front door to open, and thundering footsteps to be heard. Harry flinched violently, the most severe reaction the older man had seen out of the child so far, and then he blinked as he found himself with an armful of shaking six year old. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be bad." Harry kept repeating the litany as Agent Jenkins stood up, letting the boy tuck his head into his jacket to hide.

It seemed that whatever his desire to deny the abuse he undoubtedly suffered over the years, most likely beaten into him by force, was overridden by the very human instinct to avoid pain. Bob cast a glare at the now grinning Petunia Dursley. Even though her wrist was most likely broken by now, under the hands of a very pissed off Zechs Marquise, she had gained an awfully great amount of courage at the arrival of her husband.

Because no one else would dare storm into the house like he owned it, especially when there were two Preventor SUV's outside the drive, unless they did in fact own it. Bob hoped, for Harry's sake and no one else's, that Agent Chang was able to hold his temper. The last thing that the child in his arms needed to see was his father assaulting the man who had assaulted Harry his entire life.

"Get Hisashi to the car." Agent Marquise's voice was still cold, and he was staring out the door of the kitchen with a look that was almost scared, not caring about the angle he had forced his captive into. "He doesn't need to see this." Bob nodded and tucked Harry's head closer to his shoulder, not able to resist a small caress to the messy hair.

They had just made it out into the hallway, when the yelling began.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!" Harry flinched at the voice, and Bob soothed him as best as he was able, casting a look at the two agents struggling in the hall. Agent Barton was doing his best to hold his brother back, but Bob could see that he wasn't going to last much longer. The Aisian pilot was more used to hand to hand combat, and was doing his best to escape the taller man's hold, doing his best to get at the man who had threatened his child.

Seeing Vernon Dursley again, didn't make Bob feel any different. The behemoth was six times the small child's size, and in his mind, the bastard deserved everything that he received.

"Hold him until I'm out of the house." The younger, but higher ranked, nodded and adjusted his grip on his brother, giving Bob a chance to dodge the large man in the hallway and make his way out of the door.

He stupidly left the door open behind him, wincing when he heard the shout and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh that occurred when Chang was finally let go to release his years of rage upon the man. Bob pulled open the car door and sat the boy down, groaning when he noticed that the boys eyes were wide open and staring into the light filled house in fear. Bob knelt down and blocked the bloody sight that he was sure was going on behind him, coaxing Harry's face to his. They were silent for a moment, one not knowing what to say, and the younger not knowing if he could say anything.

Bob finally chuckled, despite the situation they had found themselves in, and nudged the boys chin gently. "Go ahead and ask your question, Son, I can see it whirling around in there." He tapped Harry's head, causing the child to give off a nervous giggle.

"Um, who's Hisashi?"

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AN-Okay, so this is horribly late, and I leave you on yet another cliff hanger, but work has been crazy lately. The next chapter I write won't take near as long. Hope you enjoyed it, and please read and review! Serenity Rayne will be writing the next chapter