Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or GundamWing, they both belong to their respected owners, and I'm only borrowing them and please note some of the characters may be a little OOC as I'm not sure how to write them and what not.

Chapter 5

(Flash back)

At school, Harry had no one. Everybody knew that Dudley's gang hated that odd Harry Potter in his baggy old clothes and broken glasses, and nobody liked to disagree with Dudley's gang.

"That the end of chapter two who would like to read next?" said Snape.

"I would thank you Professor," said Hermione.

"Here you are then Miss. Granger," said Snape shoving the book at Hermione.

"Okay the third chapter is called Letters from no one," Hermione said as she read the chapter title.

At this Duo got a small smile spread crossed his face.

(End Flash back)

Letters from no one

The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new cine-camera, crashed his remote-control aeroplane and, first time on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.

"The poor woman," Quatre said, placing his hand on his heart.

"Ouch and I through Duo was a bad driver," said Towra as he and the other pilots flinched as they remembered that time they allowed Duo to drive the car for the first...and last time.

Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader.

"Duo I believe your description of him was quite good when you told us about him last," said Luna in a dreamy voice.

"What was his description of him Miss. Lovegood?" asked Snape as he raised an eyebrow.

"If you let Hermione carry on reading you will all find out," said Duo from his seat besides Heero.

The rest of them were quite happy to join in Dudley's favourite sport: Harry-hunting.

Everyone growled at this even Draco and Professors which surprised the students and ex-student.

This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope.

When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had a place at Uncle Vernon's old school, Smeltings, Piers Polkiss was going there, too.

Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local comprehensive. Dudley thought this was very funny.

"Hey Potter I thought your family knew you were a wizard?" asked Draco, confused.

"Okay look first off my name is DUO! And the second thing they hated magic with a passion, which means by default that they hate me with a passion," said Duo all most growling.

They stuff people's heads down the toilet first day at Stonewall he told Harry.

Want to come upstairs and practice?"

No thanks," said Harry. The poor toilets never had anything as horrible as your head down it - it might be sick.

Then he ran for it before Dudley could work out what he'd said.

They all laughed at this statement.

"Don't worry Harry, your cousin will never figure that one out," said Remus while whipping away a tear.

"Your right there Remus he never did," said Duo between laughs.

One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figg's.

Mrs. Figg wasn't as bad as usual. It turned out she'd broken her leg tripping over one her cats and she didn't seem quite as fond of them as before.

"Thank god!" cried Duo making everyone but Snape look at him funny. Snape being their when carrying out missions for Dumbledore knew all about 'Sweet checks' and 'Cupcake'.

She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though she'd had it for several years.

"Uhg…" said Herro, remembering the chocolate cake that the little old lady that had been their next door neighbour in one of their safe houses during the war.

"You didn't eat that did you Har...Duo," said Ron; he loved his food but this chocolate cake...

"No I throw it out of the window when she wasn't looking," said Duo with a snigger at Ron's expression.

"Good one Duo," said Sirius and the twins at the same time.

That evening, Dudley paraded around the living-room for the family in his brand-new uniform. Smeltings boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers and flat straw hats called boaters.

"And I thought our uniforms where bad," said Sirius nudging Remus.

"Yeah I see what you mean Padfoot," said Remus who was still looking a little green from earlier.

They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life.

"Yeah and if that's true I'm a Hufflepuff," said Draco with a sneer.

As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe her Ickle Dudleykins,

"This is priceless…" laughed Sirius while the others magic users were already rolling on the ground from laughter.

he looked so handsome and grown-up.

"To be honest he looked like a pig in a wig to me," said Duo with a smirk.

At this everyone started either laughing or smirked.

Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh.

There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when Harry went for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink.

He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in grey water

.

"What's this?" he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question.

Heero growled and wrapped an arm around Duo's shoulders.

"Idiot woman," Wufei said "Without asking questions how are we supposed to learn?"

"Your new school uniform," she said.

Harry looked in the bowl again.

"Oh," he said. "I didn't realise it had to be so wet."

"Don't be stupid," snapped aunt Petunia. "I'm dying some of Dudley's old things grey for you. It'll look like everyone else's when I've finished."

"Duo I'm going to pay your aunt a visit when I get out," growled Remus, eyes going amber.

"I won't be too far behind him either," said Sirius, with a growl sounding a lot like his animagus form.

Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High - like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably.

Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smeltings stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table.

They heard the click of the letter-box and flop of letters on the doormat.

"Get the post, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.

"Make Harry get it."

"Get the post, Harry."

"I don't believe it! He said your name," exclaimed Neville.

"Uh you know I never noticed," said Duo sheepishly getting a tug of his braid from Heero.

"Make Dudley get it."

Letters appeared in front of everyone and Fate motioned for them to wait a little bit until they opened their letters.

"Poke him with your Smeltings stick, Dudley."

"HEY!" yelled the whole group who were also ready with the letters the room had given them.

Harry dodged the Smeltings stick and went to get the post. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was holidaying on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill and - a letter for Harry. Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band.

"My Hogwarts letter has arrived which means the beginning of the fun and chaos," said Duo with a smile getting a groan from the other pilots. The other pilots knew Duo's version of 'fun' was different from a normal person's.

No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives - he didn't belong to the library so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet, here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:

Mr. H. Potter

the Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp.

"I don't believe it! I do not BLOODY BELIVE IT THEY KNEW WHERE YOU SLEPT YET THEY DIDNT DO A BLOODY THING ABOUT IT!" seethed Remus.

"Okay that's it, oi Snape mind if I borrow you Death Eater mask and robes, I am so going to kill that horse faced bitch," growled Sirius in pure anger.

"Umm Moine I would carry one before they hurt some on," said Ron as he looked at the Gudam Pilots nervously. Their reaction scared him the most, they didn't show any reaction and after all this time with Harry/Duo he knew that meant danger.

"Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter 'H'.

"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen.

"What are you doing, checking for letter-bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.

"Hey Gred," said Fred with a knowing grin.

"Yeah Ferd," said Gerorge with a similar grin on his face.

"I'm thinking of a parnk here and I was thinking of parnk 129 bomb and scare," said Fred with an evil grin on his face that meant trouble for the person on the receiving end.

Duo buried his face into Heero's chest as he tried to hide his laughter, he remembered the powder poison

Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down and slowly began to open the yellow envelope.

"That's not a good idea Duo," said Luna in a dreamy tone.

Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust and flipped over the postcard.

"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk ..."

"Dad!" said Dudley suddenly. "Dad, Harry's got something!"

Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon.

"GIT!" shouted all of the pilots at the same time.

"That's mine!" said Harry, trying to snatch it back.

"Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it.

And everyone was back glaring at the poor defenceless book.

"I would stop glaring at the book before it bursts into flames," Hermione said and then continued to read.

His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the greyish white of old porridge.

"Wow nice colours, can you also combine them?" said Remus you could almost see a prank taking shape in his mind.

"Oi Moony what prank you think of now then?" said Sirius with a twinkle in his eye.

"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.

Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it,

"He can read?" asked a shocked Wufei.

"Yeah but he loses interest after zero point five milliseconds," said Duo.

but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line.

For a moment it looked as though she might faint.

"I wish she did then I may have gotten my letter," said Duo as he remembered the lengths they had went to to try and 'hide'.

She clutched her throat and made a choking noise.

"Go on choke you bitch," sneered Snape, the others in the room either mentally agreed with Snape or shouted out their agreement.

" Vernon! Oh my goodness - Vernon!"

They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that Harry and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasn't used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smeltings stick.

"I want to read that letter," he said loudly.

"I want to read it," said Harry furiously, "as it's mine."

"Get out both of you," croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope.

Harry didn't move.

"I WANT MY LETTER!" he shouted.

"Now that's the Duo we all know and love," said Quatre with a laugh as the other pilots nodded their heads with small smiles on their faces.

"Let me see it!" demanded Dudley.

"OUT!" roared Uncle Vernon and he took both Harry and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw them into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them.

Harry and Dudley promptly had a furious but silent fight over who would listen at the keyhole; Dudley won,

"I'd be surprised if you did win Duo," said Neville as he tried to picture the fight in his mind.

So Harry, his glasses dangling from one ear, lay flat on his stomach to listen at the crack between the door and the floor.

"Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, "look at the address - how could they possibly know where he sleeps? You don't think they're watching the house?"

"They sure were!" Duo said with a smirk, seeing everyone's looks he continued "Remember the Order and Mrs. Figgs?"

"Watching - spying - might be following us," muttered Uncle Vernon wildly.

"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want -

"Harry could see Uncle Vernon's shiny shoes pacing up and down the kitchen.

"Amazing," Heero muttered as he wrapped Duo's braid around his hand "Never knew food could stand up and walk around."

"No," he said finally. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer ... yes, that's best ... we won't do anything ..."

"But -"

"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took him in we'd stamp out all that dangerous nonsense?"

That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something he'd never done before; he visited Harry in his cupboard.

"Where's my letter?" said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door.

"He can fit in the cupboard?" asked Draco, looking amazed and shocked at the same time.

"Did someone give him a shrinking potion or did he die and come back as a ghost?" Severus asked while raising one eyebrow, the others only frowned.

"Nope he only got about half an inch in" said Duo with a grin at the memory.

"Who's writing to me?"

"No one. It was addressed to you by mistake," said Uncle Vernon shortly. "I have burned it."

Remus who was sat next to Snape could have sworn he heard Snape say that they should put a fire proof charm on all letters.

"It was not a mistake," said Harry angrily. "It had my cupboard on it."

"SILENCE!" yelled Uncle Vernon, and a couple of spiders fell from the ceiling. He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful.

"Oh I do hope so," said Wufei with an evil grin.

"Er – yes, Harry – about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking...you're really getting a bit big for it … we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom."

"THAT OVERGROWN WHALE HAS TWO BEDROOMS!!" yelled the witches and wizards while the pilots just slightly wish they could go and shoot Duo's family.

"Why?" said Harry.

"Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."

The Dursleys' house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into Dudley's first bedroom.

It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard into his room. He sat down on the bed and stared around him.

Nearly everything in here was broken. The month-old cine-camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over next door's dog; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set, which he'd put his foot through when his favourite programme had been cancelled; there was a large birdcage which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air-rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it.

They all chuckled at this.

Other shelves were full of books. They were the only things in the room that looked as if they hadn't been touched before.

"How surprising tell me Duo did he ever read a book?" asked Remus.

"I think he read one book and that was a book on how to fire his air rifle," Duo said as he placed his index finger on his chin to think "Now that I think about it Dudley might have had a phobia."

"Phobia?" Trwoa asked as he and Quatre snuggled.

From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother: "I don't want him in there ... I need that room ... make him get out ..."

"What a horrible little brat, maybe I should introduce him to Sally Po," said Towra which caused all the pilots to laugh.

Snape was muttering about how he'd love to give Dudley to some of his snake's family's.

Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday he'd have given anything to be up here. Today he'd rather be back in his cupboard with that letter than up here without it.

Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was in shock. He'd screamed, whacked his father with his Smeltings stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof and he still didn't have his room back.

"That poor tortoise," said Duo in mock sadness bowing his head which gained him another tug on his braid but this time from Wufei.

Harry was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly wishing he'd opened the letter in the hall.

"Ah hindsight's a bitch," said Neville causing the other magic users to look at him in shock.

"Yeah it is," said Duo as he tried to hide his laughter at the chaos Neville's language had caused.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other darkly. When the post arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to Harry, made Dudley go and get it.

They heard him banging things with his Smeltings stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, "There's another one! Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive -"

With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall, Harry right behind him.

Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind.

"So that where you got the idea from," said Hermione and Ron at the same time.

After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smeltings stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Harry's letter clutched in his hand.

Go to your cupboard - I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed at Harry. " Dudley - go - just go."

"Git," they said in union.

Harry walked round and round his room. Someone knew he had moved out of his cupboard and they seemed to know he hadn't received his first letter. Surely that meant they'd try again? And this time he'd make sure they didn't fail. He had a plan.

The repaired alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning. Harry turned it off quickly and dressed silently. He mustn't wake the Dursleys. He stole downstairs without turning on any of the lights.

"Good idea Harry," Sirius said.

He was going to wait for the postman on the corner of Privet Drive and get the letters for number four first.

His heart hammered as he crept across the dark hall towards the front door -

"AAAAARRRGH!"

Harry leapt into the air - he'd trodden on something big and squashy on the doormat - something alive!

"Ugh…"

"That's the one time I wished we had a dog or a cat," Duo muttered with a pout.

Lights clicked on upstairs and to his horror Harry realised that the big squashy something had been his uncle's face.

"EWWW…" exclaimed everyone in disgust.

Uncle Vernon had been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag, clearly making sure that Harry didn't do exactly what he'd been trying to do.

He shouted at Harry for about half an hour and then told him to go and make a cup of tea. Harry shuffled miserably off into the kitchen, and by the time he got back, the post had arrived, right into Uncle Vernon's lap. Harry could see three letters addressed in green ink.

"I want -" he began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters into pieces before his eyes.

"Duo I'm going to shoot him," whispered Herro in to his ear making Duo shudder. The love and devotion in Heero's voice made Duo feel more loved then he ever had.

Uncle Vernon didn't go to work that day. He stayed at home and nailed up the letter-box.

"As if that would work," muttered all the wizards and witch.

See," he explained to Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of nails, "if they can't deliver, they'll just give up."

"I'm not sure that'll work, Vernon."

"Oh, these people's minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they're not like you and me," said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruit cake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.

"Strange ways?" Duo muttered to himself "Then it seems him and Luciucs Malfoy with that cane of his has met."

On Friday, no fewer than twelve letters arrived for Harry. As they couldn't go through the letter-box they had been pushed under the door, slotted through the sides and a few even forced through the small window in the downstairs toilet.

Uncle Vernon stayed at home again.

After burning all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out. He hummed 'Tiptoe through the Tulips' as he worked, and jumped at small noises.

"And he wondered why aunt Petunia near let him near her more delicate and prized flowers?" Duo muttered gaining a small laugh from his fellow pilots.

On Saturday, things began to get out of hand. Twenty-four letters to Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living-room window.

While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food mixer.

"What a balanced breakfast that must have been," Quatre said from within Trowa's arms.

"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?" Dudley asked Harry in amazement.

"How about reading the letter to find out," Wufei said.

On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy.

"No post on Sunday's," he reminded them happily as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, "no damn letters today -"

At that all the magic users started to grin sweetly,"Not in our world." They said in a sing-song voice.

Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one –

"GO ON DUO!" cheered Sirius as if he was watching a muggle sports show.

"Out! OUT!" Uncle Vernon seized Harry around the waist and threw him into the hall.

When Aunt Petunia and Dudley had run out with their arms over their faces, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. They could hear the letters still streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor.

"That does it," said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly but pulling great tufts out of his moustache at the same time.

"I want you all back here in five minutes, ready to leave. We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!"

He looked so dangerous with half his moustache missing that no one dared argue. Ten minutes later they had wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding towards the motorway.

Dudley was sniffling in the back seat; his father had hit him round the head for holding them up while he tried to pack his television, video and computer in his sports bag.

"HA now you know how it feels you tub of lard!" said Ron.

They drove. And they drove .Even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where they were going. Every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turning and drive in the opposite direction for a while.

"Shake 'em off ... shake 'em off," he would mutter whenever he did this.

"Nice idea, but that won't work, they properly got a tracking charm on either the car or Harry," said Draco.

They didn't stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall Dudley was howling.

"I take offence to that description!" said Remus, looking indignant.

"We understand that," Severus said as he received a strange look from half of the group while the others stared at him in shock and then at Remus who nodded smiling.

He'd never had such a bad day in his life. He was hungry, he'd missed five television programmes he'd wanted to see and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer.

Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley snored but Harry stayed awake, sitting on the window-sill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering. They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day.

They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table.

"'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter? Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk."

She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address:

Mr. H. Potter

Room 17

Railview Hotel

Cokeworth

Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared.

"Whales CAN jump!" Sirius yelled.

"I'll take them," said Uncle Vernon quickly, standing up quickly and following her from the dining-room.

"Wouldn't it be better just to go home, dear?" Aunt Petunia suggested timidly, hours later, but Uncle Vernon didn't seem to hear her.

Exactly what he was looking for, none of them knew. He drove them into the middle of a forest, got out, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car and off they went again.

The same thing happened in the middle of a ploughed field, halfway across a suspension bridge and at the top of a multi-storey car park.

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully late that afternoon.

"We have already noticed," said Quatre dryly.

"To bad I wasn't the reason," said Duo with a pout which earned him a pat of the head Quatre.

Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car and disappeared.

It started to rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car. Dudley snivelled.

"It's Monday," he told his mother.

"Wow, he knows the days of the week!" said Sirius sarcastically the others grinned.

"The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television."

Monday.

This reminded Harry of something. If it was Monday -and you could usually count on Dudley to know the days of the week because of television - then tomorrow, Tuesday, was Harry's eleventh birthday.

Of course, his birthdays were never exactly fun -last year, the Dursleys had given him a coat-hanger and a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks. Still, you weren't eleven every day.

"Those good for nothing...." said Sirius trailing off on what he would like to do to them. Silently the pilots were planning their own payback.

Uncle Vernon was back and he was smiling.

"That has got be trouble," said the twins at the same time.

"Or it could be something else," Trowa said as he moved his hips to against Quatre's.

He was also carrying a long, thin package and didn't answer Aunt Petunia when she asked what he'd bought.

"Found the perfect place!" he said. "Come on! Everyone out!"

It was very cold outside the car. Uncle Vernon was pointing at what looked like a large rock way out to sea. Perched on top of the rock was the most miserable little shack you could imagine. One thing was certain; there was no television in there.

"Storm forecast for tonight!" said Uncle Vernon gleefully, clapping his hands together. "And this gentleman's kindly agreed to lend us his boat!"

A toothless old man came ambling up to them, pointing, with a rather wicked grin, at an old rowing boat bobbing in the iron-grey water below them.

"Mad as a hatter that one," Luna and Hermione said doing an excellent impression of the Weasley twins.

"I've already got us some rations," said Uncle Vernon, "so all aboard!"

"If you've got rations for them then how can those animals get on the boat?" Snape asked.

It was freezing in the boat. Icy sea spray and rain crept down their necks and a chilly wind whipped their faces.

After what seemed like hours they reached the rock, where Uncle Vernon, slipping and sliding, led the way to the broken-down house.

The inside was horrible; it smelled strongly of seaweed, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls and the fire-place was damp and empty. There were only two rooms.

Uncle Vernon's rations turned out to be a packet of crisps each and four bananas. He tried to start a fire but the empty crisp packets just smoked and shrivelled up.

"Could do with some of those letters now eh?" he said cheerfully.

He was in a very good mood. Obviously he thought nobody stood a chance of reaching them here in a storm to deliver post.

"You would be surprised what owls can do," Snape said with a scowl as he remembered his second year.

Harry privately agreed, though the thought didn't cheer him up at all.

As night fell, the promised storm blew up around them. Pray from the high waves splattered the walls of the hut and a fierce wind rattled the filthy windows.

Aunt Petunia found a few mouldy blankets in the second room and made up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa. She and Uncle Vernon went off to the lumpy bed next door and Harry was left to find the softest bit of floor he could find and to curl up under the thinnest, most ragged blanket.

"Do you think I could convince Minne to turn them into a walrus, a whale and a horse," asked Sirius with a mad glint in his eye.

"If you let her read this then yes you probably could," said Remus with a wolfish grin.

"The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Harry couldn't sleep. He shivered and turned over, trying to get comfortable, his stomach rumbling with hunger.

Dudley's snores were drowned by the low rolls of thunder that started near midnight.

The lighted dial of Dudley's watch, which was dangling over the edge of the sofa on his fat wrist, told Harry he'd be eleven in ten minutes' time.

He lay and watched his birthday tick nearer, wondering if the Dursleys would remember at all, although it might be warmer if it did. Four minutes to go. Maybe the house in Privet Drive would be so full of letters when they got back that he'd be able to steal one somehow.

"SPOKEN LIKE ATURE MARAUDER!" yelled a proud Sirius and an equally proud Remus.

Three minutes to go. Was that the sea, slapping hard on the rock like that?

And (two minutes to go) what was that funny crunching noise? Wondering where the letter-writer was now.

Five minutes to go. Harry heard something creak outside. He hoped the roof wasn't going to fall in, was the rock crumbling into the sea?

One minute to go and he'd be eleven. Thirty seconds ... twenty seconds ... ten - nine - maybe he'd wake Dudley up, just to annoy him -

three - two - one -

BOOM.

The whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.

"HAGRID!" shouted Duo, Hermione, Ron, Neville and Luna all at the same time. All with big grins on their faces especially Duo as he knew what chaos was about to come.

"That's the end of the chapter, I think we should get something to eat and drink then we can decide who read next," said Hermione putting the book on the table.

The pilots hanged back and allowed the magic users to enter the kitchen throw a doorway that had just appeared. Once all the magic users was gone the Gundam Pilot's rounded on Duo.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Quatre asked as he tried to hug Duo through found it hard as Heero hadn't let go of Duo's shoulders or braid.

"I didn't know what you'd think," Duo said as he looked down at the floor.

Heero frowned "You don't have to worry anymore and it was stupid to worry in the first place," Heero said with a frown as he made Duo look at them "You are family no matter what."

Duo's eyes went wide "But-"

"You are family," Heero and the other pilots told Duo in a tone that made him realize how stupid he had been.

"Ah guys," Duo said as he hugged Heero trying to hide his tears.

The looks shared by the other pilots spoke of love and family, they knew that Duo still had a long way to go before being completely healed but he was family and they would be with him every step of the way no matter what.

Okay I hope you enjoyed the chapter and the little bit at the end my beta added on! Reviews are loved until next time!!!!!!!