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And, and I promise this is the last AN before you get to the story, I know that Kami is Japanese, not Chinese, but I couldn't find a translation in Chinese that would fit here, I tried several sites but none of them were helpful...if anyone knows something that would fit better in this situation, or just wants to help us out with our Chinese, leave a review! Now on to the Story!

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Chapter Six

Zech's stood in the doorway of the boys room, watching his lover as he slept with his head on the bed, holding tightly to a limp hand. He took a step into the room, trying to keep his steps as silent as possible. His Dragon was exhausted, and no one could blame him, he needed any sleep that he could catch.

He wasn't quiet enough, and Wufei's head snapped up and around towards him, his glare softening as he caught sight of Zechs. He nodded slightly and turned back around towards his sleeping son, pushing a piece of hair out of his face with a tenderness that most people didn't think he possessed. Zechs smiled softly and stepped up behind his lover, leaning over the chair and embracing him as much as possible, setting his chin on top of the dark head, ignoring the cramp that he was sure to get in his back. He could see the cracks in Wufei's hard mask, he knew that it wouldn't be long before it shattered beyond repair, and he would be there to pick up the pieces.

"Any change?" He kept his voice soft, gazing on Hisashi, taking in the features. There wasn't much of his father in the boys features, very little of his heritage at all really, which was odd considering both of his parents had been full blooded Chinese. Zechs felt Wufei's head nod under his head.

"They say he's slipped into a natural sleep, he should wake up in a little while." Wufei's voice was soft, almost inaudible, keeping with the silence in the room, and Zechs didn't blame him. As tired as his father was, the little boy on the bed looked like he hadn't had a restful sleep in months. "His wrist will have to be reset again tomorrow, it popped out of place. They'll have to put in pins" Zechs sighed, glancing at the linen strips wrapped tightly around the boys small wrist.

"What are you going to do?" Wufei flinched at the question, and Zechs tightened his arms around him. How did you explain to a child, an abused child, that the people he thought were family, the people who had made his life hell, weren't his relatives? And that he had gone through hell for no reason other than he had?

You didn't, that was how. You just told the truth and then did your best to be there while he tried to understand and accept.

"The Truth. My Son deserves nothing less." Zechs smiled against Wufei's hair as he heard the fierce pride in his lover's voice when he talked about his Son. He knew that if anyone ever threatened Harry, no, Hisashi again, they would have to go through a father who would destroy the very Earth to keep his son safe.

And that wasn't a bad thing, in Agent Wind's opinion. The little boy had surely had precious few occasions where he was looked after unconditionally, if he had ever had one.

But that was going to change now. Now he was back where he belonged.

"You need to sit down." Wufei's words broke into his thoughts, and Zechs looked down at him, meeting dark eyes in a grinning face, before he glanced pointedly at the previously ignored chair next to his...the chair Zechs hadn't even seen when he came in. Zechs chuckled at himself softly and sank down into it.

"That wasn't going to be good on your back, old man." Wufei teased him. So he was a few years older, he was not OLD by any means.

Zechs just stuck his tongue out as lover, in a moment of immaturity and then turned his attention back to the boy on the bed.

The boy who was staring at them, wide awake.

And scared.

"Hisashi" it was a quiet cry, and Wufei reached out to touch his son, a look of longing so intense on his face that it nearly made Zechs' heart break. The outreached hand halted almost immediately as the little boy noticeably shrank back from it, flinching as if he had been hit. Or as if he were expecting to be hit. "Oh Kami" Wufei nearly sobbed it, and Zechs faintly recalled that he had never seen his Dragon so broken. Not even when he was told that his Son was actually alive had he looked so upset. Wufei drew his hand back quickly and clenched it into a fist on his pants, the fabric bunching between his fingers.

Hisashi watched this whole process with intense Emerald eyes, and then looked up at the two of them, gaze flickering from one to the other and back again warily.

"Who are you?" His voice was hoarse and he finished the sentence with a small bout of coughing, but he moved away from the helping hand just as nimbly as before.

He seemed quite adept at avoiding unwanted touches, even lying prone in a bed.

"Who are you?" he repeated, body tensing the longer they went without answering. Wufei sighed and leaned forward, locking his hands together between his knees and looking the boy dead in his eyes. Zechs could see tension in every line of the pilots body, wound tighter than a coiled spring.

"I'm your father." Wufei said, watching his son for a reaction, any reaction. Zechs fought the urge to lay a hand on the other pilots knee in support. They didn't know how much of thier interaction Hisashi had seen, and he didn't want to make things more uncomfortable than they already were.

Hisashi studied them blankly for a moment, and then snorted. "My father died in a car crash. He was a freak like me." He cocked his head to one side, like a small bird, and under other circumstances Zechs would have laughed at the action "You don't look like a freak sir."

Pure silence reigned in the room, and the little boy's eyes moved more quickly between the two of them, looking for anything that could tell him how to act.

"You," Wufei inhaled and spoke, trying to keep his voice from shaking in rage, "Are not a freak." He stood up and leaned over his Son, doing his best to ignore the abject fear shining on the little boys face. He had to make him understand this simple fact, they could worry about psychological damage later. "No matter what those fools told you, you are not a freak. You are a very special little boy." Zechs couldn't help but chuckle a little under his breath, that had sounded like something right out of an after school special.

Hisashi just shook his head sadly.

"I'm sorry someone lied to you sir. You aren't my father, and I'm not normal." After several minutes of conversation, Wufei sighed and headed towards the door with a look of sadness on his face.

"I'm going to get a doctor, please, stay with him?" Zech's nodded at his lovers plea and settled more firmly into his chair. They were not going to leave this child alone, not until everything was sorted out. Wufei left the room and closed the door softly behind him, though Zechs knew that something very close and probably very breakable was going to be shattered as soon as the Chinese Pilot was given the chance.

And no one would be able to blame him.

"Did I make him angry?" Zechs sighed and studied the boy. He had, but Zechs didn't know how to make the boy understand that it was what he had been through that his father was angry at, not Hisashi himself. "I didn't mean to." Hisashi bowed his head, wrapping his hands tightly around each other, ignoring his broken wrist. "I just didn't want him to be lied to. I can't be his son, I'm no one's son." Zechs reached out and grabbed his wrist in a gentle hand, much different from the grip he had used on the boys aunt, lowering the wrist to the thin hospital blanket.

"Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself more. And, yes, he's angry....just not at anything you've done." He felt the lie hit the air, knew that the boy would know and take it the wrong way, but there was nothing else for it. Zechs settled back into his seat, ready to watch over his soulmates son until he came back.

He could only hope that Wufei wasn't taking his rage out on a unsuspecting person. Much better for it to be another pilot than an innocent civilian.

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Albus Dumbledore was not happy.

In fact, you could say that he was quite angry. He stood in front of number four Privet Drive, speaking with a muggle who lived down the block in number Seven. She was describing the confrontation that had occurred yesterday morning, resulting in the aforementioned bad mood.

"And then they carried that nephew of the Dursleys out threw the doors, not seconds after Vernon went in. He looked mad as a raging bull as well, though that's not unusual. There was an awful lot of yelling and screaming, scared my little girl something horrid" The irritating woman pulled the child at her side closer, as if it was all happening all over again. "The boy must have been injured, because not long after the other officers came running out as if the house were on fire, and I could see one of them, an Aisan looking fellow, take the boy and rock him like a baby, before the ambulance got there and they all left." Dumbledore's ears perked up and he fixed the woman in front of him with a sharp glare. He hoped that she was mistaken, because if she wasn't, all of his careful plans were going to come falling down around his ears.

"And you know this how?" There was none of the customary gentleness in his voice. This was too important, too vital, there was no room for any mistakes. If it was true, he would have to start taking steps to correct it right away. "Think!" He prompted her when she looked at him, insulted.

"Yes, its all true! Saw it all through my binoculars I did." Albus gritted his teeth. That was not good. "And I have to say, its a good thing that boy is getting away from those horrible people. We all saw what was going on in that house, we just couldn't do anything to stop it. We had to think about our own children, didn't we? Just like I told those officers this morning. You have to look after your own."

It just kept getting worse and worse. The more people who knew about this, the more people who had seen the Dursleys being taken away and the Potter boy injured, was one more obstacle for him to cover up. Mass oblivates were not easily done, and if he left one, just one person with thier memories, it could ruin it all.

He had to fix this, and fix this now.

"Where did they take the boy and the Dursleys?" He resisted the urge grab her and shake her until her teeth rattled. He was not going to have his pawn taken away, not when he had worked so long and hard to have him trained.

"Saint Mary's, on the edge of town." She said shakily, clutching her child to her as if he was someone to be feared.

Good, he was someone to be feared. He was the most powerful Wizard in the world, and it was going to stay that way.

Dumbledore smiled at her and then pulled out his wand. With a whispered word, both she and her daughter blinked, looking around in confusion. By the time they came back to thier senses enough to wonder why they were outside, he was gone.

He reappeared inside what seemed to be a linen closet at Saint Mary's. He smirked to himself and transfigured what he was wearing into a muggle healers outfit before he stepped out into the hallway, blending into the crowd. He garnered several odd looks because of his beard, but he ignored them. All he had to do was get to the boys room and wait for his 'rescuers' to arrive.

He could kill two birds with one stone..

Casting a quick point me, he followed the tug on his magic to a room on the fourth floor, casting a grim look at it.

His pawn thought he could get away, but it wasn't going to happen. He pushed open the door and stepped inside, quietly, not bothering to conceal himself. Potter wasn't important enough in the Muggle world to have a guard, they didnt' know how vital he was to a war that would decide the Muggle Worlds very survival.

So it was clear that he was not expecting the blond muggle sitting watch in a chair beside the boys bed, and he even less expected the man to turn and point a gun in his face within the space of a second.

"Who are you?" The man's voice was cold, and he stared down the barrel of the weapon with silent efficiency. Dumbledore knew what guns could do, after Grindewald it would be stupid for him to have stayed behind on technological advances, and he had no doubt that the man thought he could kill Dumbledore with it.

"No one you'll remember." He pulled his wand again and pointed it at the man, casting the memory charm faster than he thought the man could dodge. After all, what muggle could dodge a spell cast by the most powerful wizard of the age?

He could only stare in shock as the man dove out of his chair and rolled to a stop in front of the hospital bed, rolling fluidly to his feet and shielding the child asleep on the bed from Dumbledore's view.

"That" he spoke softly, "Was a mistake." He raised the gun again, squeezing the trigger and Dumledore threw up a shield spell, cursing as the bullet ricocheted off into the plaster next to his head.

Pounding feet could be heard down the hallway, and the door was shoved open behind him, sending him flying forward to land on the ground. His wand clattered out of his hand and rolled under the bed, leaving the most venerated wizard of the age staring wide eyed at the muggles above him.

How had this happened?

"Don't look so surprised, Albus. It had to happen eventually." The man standing in the door spoke to him in amusement, his clawed hand resting on the door. Albus narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He glanced towards the bed, where he could just see the edge of his wand peeking out.

"Don't even think about it, Dumbledore." The mans voice took on a hard edge, and Dumbledore gulped despite himself. The man with the claw stepped into the room, stepping over him, and allowed the other four who had been crowded into the doorway behind him entrance, until Dumbledore was surrounded by five supposedly powerless muggles while the man he had originally attacked stayed motionless in front of the bed, staring at the newcomers with eyes just as confused as Dumbledore's own.

"We know what you're here for, and let me tell you, its going to fail this time. You are not getting him. Not this time." This came from a taller man, who glared at him with his arms crossed. "That boy is safe from you this time."

Dumbledore laughed. They were insane if they thought he was going to give up his pawn. Not now, not ever. He opened his mouth to speak, when the door was shoved open again, slamming into the wall. The man who stepped inside was the last man Dumbledore wanted to see, and he narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell is going on here!" Chang Wufei glared into the room, his glance softening only slightly when it passed over his now awake and terrified son.

He wanted answers, and he wanted them now....

Starting with how the hell the mad five were alive.

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AN-Okay, so that was chapter six! Read and Review, let us know what you think!

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