AN: Oakie-Dokie, I have decided that Rasid will be more of a father figure to Harry, he acted a little too fatherly in this chapter for me to consider him a romantic partner.
And I have fallen to the cliche, Harry has a sibling, Yea or nay, he is going to think he has one, I've already written it.
And who do you want it to be, It can be male or female, remember Heero is a year older than Harry, who is 17, making Heero and the others 18 Une is 22, Relena, Hilde 18, Catherine 22, Dorothy 19, Sally 25, Zechs 22, Nion 22. Note thet any one over 20 is off limits, assuming Lily Married James right after school at 17-18 and had Harry almost a year later, School gets out in June, so she would be 19-20, meaning any child she had would be 18, as she would have been 16 when she had them, as having a child at 15 or younger is possible I don't think she'd be able to hide it that well, to keep everyone from knowing, Also remember that i do not like Relena's charactor so if she is chosen her charactor will mature real fast.
Harry was dancing in the kitchen; the radio was playing a classical song, simple and sweet. The noise of the party that was taking place just outside the kitchen didn't seem to penetrate Harry's sanctuary.
When Quatre had told him that it was his turn to host the Annual Winner New Year's Party and asked him if he could throw together a menu for it Harry had said yes, telling a worried Quatre not to worry, that every thing would be taken care of.
Once the meal was created though, Harry had taken a glance out the door of his kitchen and decided it would be better if he stayed in the kitchen. He didn't like crowds and Quatre's party was a huge turnout, of course with twenty-nine sisters, and honestly what woman agreed to that, that had been a given, but the sheer number of people astounded him, how can one person know so many people. Another reason was he was hiding from Princess Pink, some dork had brought her as their date and he looked enough like Heero to be mistaken for him, several times.
The only ones to enter his domain were the waiters, waitresses, and Rasid, who kept trying to draw him out to the party. Harry had refused saying that he couldn't dance and every one was dancing.
Rasid had left it at that the last time he had entered, and he had glared at the waiters and waitresses who lingered too long watching Harry twirl alone around his kitchen.
It was Heero, the stupid arse, that dragged him out, no that's not right, he had grabbed Harry, threw him over his shoulder and, ignoring the bruises that Harry was making on his backside, carried him out of the kitchen and into the party.
The party goers had glanced up, a few had the gal to laugh at Harry's threats to do Heero bodily harm, with his own gun, Mobie, no less, everyone had made a point to learn what Heero called all of his weapons, who knew it might save their life at some point.
"Harry, stop." Heero said putting Harry on his feet. "Enjoy the party and the food you made."
"I was enjoying the party and the food, in the safety of my kitchen, where the people come and then leave." Harry said trying to get around Heero.
Heero blocked the attempt.
"Listen, Heero, the last thing I want to do is dance with some dickwad that wants to get lucky tonight. I don't dance, I don't like people, and the attention I'm getting at the moment is making me sick." Harry paused, swallowing thickly. "So, you can move out of my way or I can puke on your suit."
Heero frowned and loosened his grip on Harry, who used that to his advantage, breaking free and dashing to the toilet to empty his stomach.
"Nice job, Yuy." WuFei growled, following Harry.
WuFei knocked on the door. "Harry, it's WuFei."
"Go away." Harry gasped between bouts of hurling.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Leave me the hell alone, Chang!" Harry shouted.
Rasid appeared behind WuFei, "You should go back to the party; I'll take care of Harry."
WuFei looked up at Rasid, studying him a moment, before nodding, heading back to the party to tell Relena where Heero was hiding.
Rasid knocked on the door, "Harry, I'm coming in."
"Go away, Rasid." Harry said as Rasid opened the door, Harry glared up at the man before he continued to worship the toilet god.
"No, you are going to finish your bout of sickness, then I'm going to carry you up to your room, tuck you in, then I will come downstairs to get you some soup before you go to sleep." He held up a hand as Harry opened his mouth to protest, "You do not have a choice."
Harry sighed and nodded, standing up and going to the sink to rinse his mouth.
After which Rasid lifted Harry into a bridal carry and walked up to Harry's room, tucked him in and left to get him some soup.
Harry looked at the ceiling, bored; he really should paint something up there, seeing as he stared at it so much, something calming, like the stars, something that had always soothed him after a nightmare.
Harry sat up. He should ask Quatre if he could redo his room, he already had ideas, the left wall, the one opposite the bed, to the one behind the bed would be the forbidden forest, the one to the right would be what Hogwarts had been before Tom's idiocy, with the ceiling being the night's sky, seen as if one was standing in the forest, branches spreading out and sometimes covering the stars, the carpet would be shag, in shades of green to make it seem like grass, and instead of one light overhead he would paint glowing fairy lights and have them spread throughout the room, and he was not above using magic to make it happen. Of course within the trees would be various creatures that lived in the forest, magical and Muggle alike.
Rasid reentered the room carrying a steaming bowl of soup. He handed it to Harry.
"So, what had you thinking so hard?" He asked.
"Well, I was wondering if Quatre would let me redo this room."
"I'm sure he would have no objections. I'm guessing you already have an idea."
Harry nodded, and, having finished his soup, bounced up and down excitedly, "Yep, and the only thing I can't do myself is the carpet, and, no, I'm not telling you, but you and Quatre can be the first to see it when it's done."
Harry threw the blankets off, intent on asking Quatre now. Rasid halted him.
"Asking can wait for tomorrow, after the party."
Harry sighed and nodded, letting Rasid re-tuck him in, Harry wondered for a moment if this was what it was like to have a father then he banished that thought, it was rude to think that way of Rasid, he wasn't that old.
He thought of asking Duo to help him with the room before deciding against it, he had never seen what he wanted him to paint so, he wouldn't be able to capture it correctly.
Harry watched Rasid exit and then he was asleep.
The next morning Harry bounced down the stairs to make breakfast. He made all of Heero's favorites, hash browns, fried eggs, with bacon, sausages, and cinnamon toast, he made a plate for every one but Heero, and set them at each person's normal spot and at Heero's he set a bowl of plain oatmeal.
Heero sighed as he saw what was sat at his place but dared not complain, an angry Harry was a vindictive Harry, and hopefully oatmeal would be all he planned to give him.
"Quatre, do you think I could redo my room?" Harry asked ignoring Heero and his Oatmeal.
"Sure, what did you have want to do?" Quatre asked.
"Oh, I just need you to have the carpet done, I'm painting the rest myself." Harry smiled.
"Okay, I can have them do it today so you can paint tomorrow."
Harry nodded.
After the carpet was finished Harry began painting, he first went to the store to buy the paint, disregarding the card Quatre had given him, and then he painted, the boys had to be content with Rasid's cooking as Harry didn't emerge from his room for a week, once he finished it.
When he slid down the banister, happy as a clam, he headed straight to Quatre and Rasid, who he dragged up to his room; paying no mind to his paint splattered self.
-POV Change Quatre-
It was as though I had stepped into another world, and it was beautiful. The trees, it was almost as if I were standing in a real forest, and if I didn't know the truth I would believe that I was there, wherever this was. This was Harry's safe place, a place that no one had ever been able to hurt him.
And goodness was that a unicorn behind that tree? Oh, and a Phoenix, oh my a giant spider, why did it look about to eat me?
"It's beautiful, Harry." I whispered.
Harry's grin widened, and I hadn't thought that possible.
"I know." He said smugly, his fingers trailing over the spider's brow, and, it was impossible, but I swear the creature's features softened.
-End Quatre's POV-Normal POV-
"I'm glad you like it," Harry paused, "You should look up now."
Rasid and Quatre followed and gasped, it was as though Harry had gotten rid of the roof.
Harry smirked, when he had first realized that his magic had leaked into his painting he had been angry but when he had finished he was glad, it was as if he were back at the Forbidden Forest, back before Tom had razed it, killing every thing that had lived there, here they were immortal, just like the phoenix that rested on a tree above his bed, to keep the nightmares away.
Downstairs Heero pouted, and, knowing it was his own fault he wasn't one of the first ones to see Harry's room, sighed.