Author: Rosefighter PM
After a disastrous second year, Harry is left mute. As he leaves Platform nine and three quarters he is picked up by two Preventor agents.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Harry P. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 16,784 - Reviews: 259 - Favs: 549 - Follows: 806 - Updated: 12-18-09 - Published: 10-09-09 - id: 5431839
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Title: Blood Trust
Fandoms: Gundam Wing and Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Harry Potter.
Summary: After a disastrous second year, Harry is left mute. As he leaves Platform nine and three quarters he is picked up by two Preventor agents.
Chapter Five: Shopping and Plans
Quick AN: Ok, Thanks to all who reviewed and sent in questions. You will find your answers on my deviantart account. I have the link posted on my profile so you can go exactly to the entry. You can also read it in Slytherin's Collective in the Blood Trust Folder.
(Thank you, Debbie. What are you studying?) asked Harry as he watched Trowa pay for his hair cut.
"I'm majoring in museum science. It pretty much means I'm going to learn how to preserve and restore artifacts. One of my friends is majoring in pediatric medicine and the other is majoring in Criminal Justice with a minor in micro biology. Those two are the brainier of my friends," said Debbie smiling at Harry.
"Harry, we still need to get you a couple more things," said Duo bouncing over.
(Ok) said Harry not wanting to anger the boy.
"Have fun, and be carefully, hun," said Debbie as they left the shop.
Debbie had noticed scars on Harry's scalp as she had washed his hair. Since her best friend back in the states was a Social Worker, and had pointed out some deciding factors of abuse. The scars on the scalp told Debbie that Harry had been grabbed by his hair many times, leaving the damage. There was also the point of the burn scar on the back of Harry's neck, she could of sworn it looked like it was from hot grease being poured there.
"Oi Yank! You still have more customers!" shouted the manager.
"Hold your fracken thong, you damn gringa. I'm glad that Harry is out of wherever he was originally. I would love to get my hands around the throat of whoever had him before those four did. Hopefully those four can heal the damage that has been done to Harry," muttered Debbie as she returned to her station. Though she winced slightly at the fact that she was using slang from her home town, she couldn't help calling her Manager white (1).
"Who was that?" asked Heero as they navigated themselves through the crowds, heading towards a sporting goods store. Though he was having to juggle all the bags full of clothes they had bought.
(That was Debbie, she's a Yank. She's here going to college with her two friends, to work in a museum. Her friends are really smart according to her, though I'm not exactly sure what they are studying. Also her ex-boyfriend is a real jerk!) said Harry his hand going up to touch his hair as he kept an eye on the crowds.
"Hmm, so why this haircut?" asked Duo as they entered the sporting goods store.
(I liked it. So why are we here?) asked Harry looking at the punching bags and bar bells confused.
"You'll need a winter coat; we noticed you didn't have one. We will be in some really cold places and a couple places have snow in their forecast. We want to make sure you won't get a cold, or pneumonia. Doesn't it get cold during the winter at your school?" said Quatre as they made their way away from the sports equipment and towards the clothes.
(Yeah, but my school uniform is warm enough, we even have scarves. Plus I don't really spend a lot of time outside) said Harry, wincing internally at the line while looking around at all the sportswear.
"Harry, I doubt you want to go running around all the time in your uniform. Is that a requirement?" asked Heero seeming to remember several of the schools he had attended during the war that where strict about their dress codes about exactly what they wore. He also knew that Harry had lied about not being outside a lot, though he wasn't sure why.
(We have to have our uniforms for the week days, pretty much. When we are on holiday, unless it's a feast, we are allowed normal clothes, and we're allowed to wear whatever we want on weekends.) Harry said as Quatre started to browse through the jackets.
Harry stood stiffly as Duo and Quatre shifted through the jackets. He was surprised that they not only grabbed heavy winter jackets, but a couple of hoodies and anorak, a nylon with cotton liner jacket, also. Once they had argued and checked how the jackets where made they finally cut down the selection of three different jackets for each type.
This time there wasn't a changing room, so Harry just slipped the jackets on and waited for the comments before he tried the next one. As he tried on the different jackets he felt exhaustion creep up on him. Making him a little bit irritable that he wasn't able to be as active as he usually was. In the end, Harry got a black heavy jacket, a blue and white wind breaker and two hoodies one all back and the other dark red.
"Trowa, has Quatre contacted who he needed to about Grunnings?" asked Heero as they waited for everyone else to finish at the checkout.
"He said that there were some complications, he'll explain later," said Trowa as they watched Harry try and stifle a yawn.
-With Percy and Bill-
"Percy, do you want to go back to school next year, I make enough to get you a tutor and you can take your NEWTS at the ministry," said Bill quietly looking at how withdrawn and sickly his younger brother.
"I-I-I'm not really sure," said Percy tears starting to fall, remembering what happened to him.
Bill held Percy close as he cried. He swore that if he ever met the person who did it that to Percy, he'd murder him. What really rubbed him wrong was that the boy had been harassing Percy since he'd started Hogwarts. Sighing he picked Percy up and made his way to the bedroom.
"Bill…I'm really sorry," sniffled Percy as he was placed on the bed.
"Percy, it's not your fault, it is never your fault," said Bill holding his younger brother close.
"Ok," said Percy feeling emotionally exhausted.
Bill started humming a lullaby, until Percy had calmed down and fallen asleep. Carefully Bill placed Percy on his bed and covered him up. Once he was sure Percy was at least in a comfortable position, he sat down at his desk.
"Thank Merlin, they found him before that bastard get very far. Funny I never would have thought I'd be thankful for a Slytherin," muttered Bill running a tired hand through his hair.
"Agent Sword, Chang, Wufei," said Wufei greeting the man.
"Agent Dagger, Weasley, Charley," said Charley nodding to him.
"Were you briefed?" asked Wufei leading the way to the campsite.
"Briefed and threatened, accordingly," said Charlie placing his backpack on the ground.
"Threatened?" questioned Wufei, knowing that his friends where in England right now and far away from anything to do with Preventors.
"And I quote "If you do anything stupid like the last agent, you will find yourself out of a job so fast not even your dead relatives will believe it" end quote," said Charlie shrugging slightly.
There was only one onna who was in Preventors, who probably had a chance to say that to Charlie. He would have guessed Sally but she was in England helping them remodel the Preventors Hospital emergency room, so it couldn't be her. Noin really didn't care for him that much, after he nearly took Milliardo's head off fencing, so it couldn't be her. So that left only one person.
"Commander Une," said Wufei rolling his eyes.
"She also told me to tell you that your last partner has been fired, for extreme stupidity of the highest order," said Charlie cracking a smile.
Charlie liked the look of his new partner. He had transferred to the Preventors after Ginny's death. He was furious that the wizarding world was blaming a twelve year old boy for not getting there in time. His mother was furious, but he really didn't care. Then on top of that he was informed about what had been happening to Percy and it really made his blood boil. So Bill made a promise that he was going to not actively use the magical world. He'd still use magic but he'd be healed like a muggle and live like one to a point.
-With Harry and the others-
Harry sighed as they finally left the mall. It was only three in the afternoon, but he felt extremely tired. It was starting to grate on his nerves how tired he was. He could feel it, as it was getting harder to dance around some of the questions about his friends, Hogwarts and Petunia and Vernon Dursley. He got into the car as most of the packages where placed into the boot, while some of the smaller bags came into the car with them. As they left the parking lot, he felt a yawn coming on. Trying to fight it, Harry stubbornly stared out the window, allowing the quiet conversation about odd things flow around him. He was happy that Quatre had decided to sit in the middle so Harry could see out the window, while Trowa was on the other side of Quatre, Duo was in the front passenger seat and Heero was driving.
Trowa watched Harry stare out of the windows as Duo prattled on about some old television show that he'd seen. He could tell that Harry was fighting sleep and it made him worry. Was his little brother to afraid to go to sleep, or was sleeping so much making him feel like a child. He understood that Harry was 12 but the poison had severely weakened his body, so he needed sleep to help heal and replenish his energy stores. He wanted to ask Harry if he was tired but he had a feeling that he wouldn't get a completely honest answer. In fact he was noticing that Harry was especially good at only giving half truthful answers hiding the lie with the truth. It truly worried him, to the point that he wanted to go back into the past and find out what Harry's childhood was truly like.
Quatre reached into one of the bags near him and pulled out the small box. With all the shopping they had done, they had only bought shoes and clothes. He'd brought up the fact that when they had been in Harry's room, there had been nothing extra really added to it at all. So when they were getting Harry's hair cut in the salon, Duo and Heero had gone and bought him something they all hoped he would enjoy.
"So Harry, what's your favorite type of music?" asked Duo out of the blue.
(I don't really know exactly. I don't listen to a lot,) said Harry shrugging his shoulders.
"Hmm…well then we will definitely have to change that," said Quatre handing Harry an ipod.
(I can't accept this, you already bought me so much stuff…) said Harry in total shock.
"Ah, think of all the clothes as Quatre giving you 12 years worth of birthday presents. This is from all of us," said Trowa as Heero, who was driving, pulled into another parking lot.
Trowa really wondered why Harry didn't want them buying anything. Every little glimpse they seem to find about his past painted a bleaker and bleaker picture. It wasn't in what Harry said it was what he didn't and in his body language. Harry seemed to get slightly more defiant when he was telling a lie or avoiding certain topics. That or when he was twisting what Trowa believed was the truth; he'd bite his bottom lip slightly.
"Aw, Hee-chan you really do love me!" said Duo staring at the craft store, as Harry placed the ipod in a bag near him.
(What are we getting here?) asked Harry as they got out of the vehicle.
"Well, Duo loves to draw, and Heero is a closet model anything enthusiast. The two of them are always shopping at different craft stores," said Trowa leading Harry into the store.
"Well unfortunately most of my art supplies were destroyed when I moved from one country to another," muttered Duo before he took off in one direction Heero in the other.
Harry's eyes got big as he looked everywhere. Forgetting about everything, Harry moved away from Trowa as he found an aisle dedicated to just drawing tools. As his fingers danced over the different packages, Harry could just imagine what he could create. Though his handwriting had always been sloppy, he could draw beautifully. Since Harry had been going to Hogwarts, he hadn't had time to drawn at all, always being dragged away by either Ron or Hermione. Instead his notes and history books where full of small doodles that he would love to expand on. Unfortunately his History book had ink, coincidently spilt all over it, blacking out all the pages. Then he'd accidently left his bag for a second in the library and when he came back all his notes had been turned to ash.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw some of the kits full of not only drawing pencils and charcoal, but calligraphy pens and special brushes. Looking at the price, he sighed, he'd had exchanged some of his galleons for pounds but he didn't have enough to afford such an extravagant set. Instead he moved on to the next aisle which held paper and the next that held paint. There was so much he wanted to buy, but didn't want to ask his brothers, in fear that they would get angry. Still he knew if he got the chance he would go and buy one of the larger drawing pads, so he had something other than a few wadded up scraps of parchment.
Trowa had been shocked when Harry had voluntarily moved away from him. Shadowing his younger brother he watched him walk down the aisles with a look of longing in his face. When Harry was browsing through the paints, Trowa looked at the kit that Harry had looked at so for so long. It was over three hundred pieces all for drawing. Picking it up he also grabbed several tablets of standard drawing paper and continued to shadow Harry, until he saw Duo with the cart, when he deposited the items into it, catching Harry's eye. Seeing Duo nod imperceptibly at him, he messed up Harry's hair and walked towards the picture frames then took a detour to find Quatre.
"So Harry, do you like to draw?" asked Duo pushing the cart down the aisle pulling several tubes of paint off the shelves.
(I haven't in a long time, but I like to,) said Harry not looking at the cart.
"Do you have any of your drawings back at the circus?" asked Duo as the two continued down the aisle.
(A few, I really haven't had the time since I started Hogwarts, my…friends…never mind.) said Harry suddenly looking really sad.
Duo stored the piece of information, about the supposed friends for later and lead Harry around, needling the boy into picking out a set of brushes, to help complete the set, even if Harry didn't know it. The half answers and no answers left gaping holes in all of Harry's answers, and it became more evident the more the boy struggled against his exhaustion.
Quatre roamed the fabric department, thinking about his next project. With how much Harry was sleeping on the couch, he wanted to get a nice warm throw and hadn't seen anything he liked in the store. He'd finally decided he'd just do a tie blanket but wasn't sure what colors or patters he was going to do.
"Koi?" asked Trowa walking up behind him and placing his arms around Quatre's waist.
"I'm thinking about a nice warm throw blanket for our couch. I can't decide if it should be just straight blue or if I should get the blue and green plaid and use a plain black for the other side," said Quatre his fingers trailing over the bolts of fabric.
"Hmm…well considering how much plain colors we bought Harry, do the plaid. It will also look good on his bed to if needed," said Trowa pulling the black bolt of fleece cloth from the rack.
"You are right," said Quatre grabbing the other fleece he was talking about.
-With Duo and Harry-
Once they had totally scoured the art supply aisles, Duo lead Harry over to the model areas. He was not surprised to see that Heero had a cart of his own and several boxes of models inside. Most of the boxes were old time cars and motorcycles. Heero's love of models came from the war. The two had been at a small boarding school during Christmas and someone had bought Heero a 70's SS model. Heero had completed it in three days and from then on he'd been hooked.
Heero nodded to Harry as Duo and Harry walked up. Trowa had come by earlier and mentioned the fact that he was buying Harry a drawing kit and other items. From the look on Duo's face, he knew that his fiancé had also made sure to pick up other things for Harry. Turning his attention back to the models he finally decided on the 1956 Honda Dream, motorcycle over the Harley he had been eye and placed it into his cart.
"Did you get everything you needed?" asked Heero leading the way out of the aisles.
"Yeah, I really wish I could of strangled the idiot who thought it would be funny to leave our luggage out in the rain, he ruined most of my supplies," said Duo noticing that Harry seemed dead on his feet.
"He was fired," said Heero leading the way to the checkout lanes.
"Ok, so the kit, drawing pads and the paint right there is for Harry," said Duo handing it over to Trowa before they paid for their items.
(You don't have to buy all that for me! I'll buy the paper, and use the pencils I have) said Harry his eyes wide.
"Harry, I saw how you much you wanted the stuff. Don't be afraid to ask for something, we may say no sometimes but it doesn't mean we will start hating you," said Heero kneeling down in front of Harry to look him in the eye.
Harry nodded rubbing his eyes wearily. For some reason he felt even more sleepy. He let out a squeak when Duo picked him up, but soon cuddled into his chest, too tired to fight off his sleep. Soon he was asleep, as they left the shop. Duo watched Heero and Trowa place the rest of their packages into the boot and placed Harry in the car buckling him up.
"He seems even more exhausted today," worried Quatre as they piled into the vehicle and headed back to the circus.
"He has an appointment with Sally tomorrow. Hopefully she'll be able to tell us more about this unknown poison," said Trowa looking worriedly at Harry.
"I think something happened with Harry's friends, like they betrayed him or something. He mentioned them once and then seemed extremely uncomfortable," said Duo making sure Harry was in a comfortable position even in his seatbelt.
Bill sat in his room, Percy asleep on the bed. He was shifting through all the papers his mother had sent him. On top were Ginny's death certificate and her obituary along with his mothers tear stained letters begging him to quit his job and come home to be safe. Shoving them to the back of the pile, he sat staring at the picture in the prophet that announced Ginny's Death at Hogwarts.
What really caught his eye was not the picture of a smiling Ginny, but the picture of his brothers. Ron was standing slightly away from the rest, his arms crossed and a look of pure anger on his face. It seemed as if he was glaring off to the side of the photo. The twins had Percy in between them, a haunted look in their eyes. Percy looked devastated and very lost. He was gripping onto Fred and George as if, if he was to let go they would disappear. Bill cautiously ran a finger down the side of the photo, not sure what to do.
-With the G-boys-
"Quatre what did you find out about Grunnings?" asked Duo as they all sat around the table with Harry asleep in his room.
"Well we have found out that Grunnings was one of Oz's greatest suppliers for tools and sheet metal that wasn't gundamium," said Quatre pulling out the papers that had been sitting on the fax when they'd gotten back.
"I remember one of the Captains saying that he was ordering more tools from them, but Preventors pardoned all of Oz's suppliers," said Trowa rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Yes well, I also had them send their finance report. You might want to take a look at it," said Quatre passing around said report.
"For the past 12 years or so, there's been a major discrepancy in the sales department," said Heero quickly scanning the papers.
"Not only that, look at the salary for that department, the head is getting almost as much as the CEO does," said Duo pointing it out, looking interested.
"Yes, well guess who is head of the department," said Quatre with a zero smile.
"I'm guessing it's not some old Oz official is it?" asked Trowa trying to look over Quatre's shoulder.
"No, it's one of Harry's old guardians, a Vernon Dursley. Heero do you think we can get into his bank accounts? We might just discover if Harry does have an account he doesn't know about," said Quatre interlacing his fingers.
Heero nodded and headed to his trailer. Inside, he quickly grabbed his trusted laptop and the one he bought for Harry; the one they had put in his room originally had been broken last night. As he walked back across, he thought he saw someone in a bright orange dress with pink stars on it, but when he tried to look closer the man was gone. Entering the other bus, he handed Harry's laptop off to Quatre to work on and set up his own.
Quatre had all the software uploaded and quietly snuck into Harry's room and placed the laptop back on the desk. He didn't think the other boy had noticed that his original laptop was gone, so he wasn't going to say anything to Harry. After the first one had broken, Heero had talked to the same people that made his laptop and they had created a custom model for Harry made to Heero's specifications.
"The only thing I can find is a 100,000 pounds cash deposit every two months, not wired transfer. Everything else is standard," said Heero sighing frustrated.
"It's like a needle in a hay stack," muttered Duo looking over Heero's shoulder.
"Hmm…well we can present this to the courts. We can nail Vernon Dursley on embezzlement charges. Is there anything we know about his wife Petunia?" asked Trowa looking over all the documents.
"House wife, has one son, Dudley. Was originally Petunia Evans, married Vernon Dursley 15 years ago," said Heero after typing for a few seconds.
Harry woke up surprised to find himself in the room he'd slept in, he guessed. Feeling around, he found his glasses and slowly pulled them on. He let out a gasp as he saw that not only where there a ton of art supplies in his room, but there was now an ipod home and a different laptop than before. Getting up slowly he carefully walked over to the art supplies his fingers running across the cellophane.
"Harry, oh you're awake," said Quatre stepping into the room.
(You guy's shouldn't of spent the money on me,) said Harry feeling overwhelmed.
"Harry, you are worth every penny. Don't you ever doubt that," said Quatre leading Harry to the dining room.
-With Fred and George-
"Ok, now that we want to send Harry a letter how do we do that?" asked George as the two sat down in their room.
"Well we can't send it regular post because his relatives will probably never let him read it. He's asked for no owls also because of his relatives. So how are we supposed to get a hold of him? Mum is not going to allow us to leave the house without her or dad," said Fred sighing careful not to rub where the alarm charm was on his wrist.
1 Gringa: it's Mexican slang for White person, it is a derogatory saying more widely known in the southwest states.
An: Ok, I received 48 questions last time. Keep them coming as always they are worth two points. Now for the big one: What happened to Percy was caused by one person, this person is not a Slytherin or Gryffindor, and is younger than Percy but older than Harry. For ever guess its three points correctly will be five. Also remember to tell me your house affiliation, so I can award the correct points to your hose. The standings are: