By Ammie Hawk
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AN: Okay, so I pulled this chapter out of my ass at the last minute... but it's got what I want in it. Anyway, Happy Second Anniversary Duo's Family and also have a great 7th day of Christmas!
Chapter 14: Dumbledore's Mistake
Quatre shook his head, he couldn't answer Duo's question as he didn't know what had exactly happened himself. The braided teen just pulled his brother closer, not wanting to press the younger teen, but knowing they had to get the answers they needed and he was the only one who could give them.
"Harry," he said quietly, "I need you to tell me what happened, please?"
The raven haired wizard sniffed piteously, looking straight at his godfather, "It was Voldmort," he said quietly.
"What happened, Pup?" the dog Animagus sat down beside the brothers, taking Harry's hand gently in his own.
"There was a meeting," he continued, in the same small voice. "Voldemort was instructing his Death Eaters about something, and then... then he..."
He stopped, unable to continue. He didn't want to remember what the sadistic Dark Lord had forced him to watch.
"He killed a woman," Quatre cut in. "Her name was Charity Burbage. She was a teacher at Hogwarts, though I'm not sure what she taught."
"How did you...?" emerald eyes widened in shocked surprise as they landed on the blond.
"I don't know how, but I saw it too, Harry, I was there," the former Sandrock pilot sighed. "I'm assuming we were watching through Voldemort's eyes, but he killed her, Avada Kedavra, I believe. And then..." he hesitated a moment as a look of utter revoltion crossed his boyish face, "then he had a snake eat her."
"Nagini," Harry buried his face in Duo's chest.
"He then told Harry that he wasn't safe, not even at Hogwarts," the blond's voice caught slightly. "He said he would get him, and that in the end Harry would be his."
Duo's hold on Harry tightened again, this time protectively. "He'll have to get through me first," he nearly growled, and the other pilots knew Shinigami was close to the surface.
"None of us will let that happen, Pup," Sirius placed his free hand on Harry's head and ruffled the rather sweaty dark locks.
"We've got to alert Dumbledore," Remus said quietly, though he knew his suggestion wouldn't go over well with the five teens that were close to Duo. "He has to know what Voldemort is up to."
"Snape can tell him," Quatre leveled a hard glare at the werewolf. "It is his job, after all, and he was there."
"It's more than that, Quatre," the sandy haired man sighed. "He has to know that Voldemort is sending Harry visions again."
"If he knows what's good for him," Wufei snarled, "he'll leave well enough alone. He has already pushed the limits where Harry is concerned, and he has no business butting in now."
"We'll handle Voldemort," Heero glared at the two older wizards. "We protect our own and we will be the ones to bring him down."
"But if he continues having visions," the werewolf ran his hands through his hair in frustration, "not only is he in danger, the rest of us are as well. The last time Voldemort did this, Sirius nearly died, as well as Harry and several of his school mates."
"Don't you dare, Remus," the Black heir growled, pushing to his feet. "Don't you dare bring that up, it was an accident and anyone would've taken the bait. It was not, and never could be, Harry's fault."
"I'm not saying it was, Sirius," Remus shook his head. "We just don't want something like that to happen again, that's all I'm saying."
"We'll figure something out," Duo cut in, feeling how tense his brother was becoming from their argument. "Right now, Harry needs some sleep. I'll stay with him tonight," he gave Heero a look, almost daring his boyfriend to argue.
Heero, however, just nodded and began herding the others out of the room, aside from Wufei, who just went over to his bed and laid down quietly. The other two pilots left without another word, though Quatre paused in the doorway and gave Harry a small, reassuring smile. Sirius and Remus, however, were not so easily inclined to leave the Boy-Who-Lived, but the hard look in the Prussian blue depths quickly silenced any further arguments out of the two grown men.
Duo silently laid Harry back on the bed and curled up next to him, his arms securely around his baby brother. He'd stay up all night if he had to, just to keep any further nightmares away.
"Go to sleep, Har," he said quietly, smoothing his brother's hair. "I'm not going anywhere."
Harry nodded and, though he wasn't sure how it was possible, found himself asleep within minutes.
The following morning found all four of the other pilots downstairs before any of the others in the house awoke. Silently, Trowa began making coffee and breakfast while the other three sat around the table. None of them said a word, as none were needed and they had to wait for Duo before making any plans, but they weren't expecting him until Harry woke up, which they hoped wouldn't be for several more hours.
When Mrs. Weasley arrived downstairs, a couple hours later, she was surprised to find them all there, and that breakfast had already been made and was warming on the stove. She was a bit out of sorts with what to do with herself, as she had never had something like this occur before. She was always the one to cook, no matter what.
"So," she took a seat at the table and fidgeted nervously, "why are the four of you up so early?"
"We don't require that much sleep," the blond gave her a small smile, feeling her unease. "We've been like that for awhile now, especially when we're on a mission."
"I see," she nodded, before finally giving in to her nature and got up to fiddle around the kitchen. "Well, thank you for making breakfast. It was sweet of you."
"It wasn't a problem," the unibanged teen shook his head, knowing that his efforts were actually wasted on this woman.
One by one the other members of the house filtered into the kitchen and began eating. It wasn't until another hour had passed that Duo and Harry finally made an appearance in the room. The braided teen steered a still rather bleary eyed Harry toward two empty seats between Heero and Wufei, and began piling food on to plates.
"Hey, mate," Ron addressed Harry around his third helping of eggs, "what happened? You look like death warmed over."
"It's nothing, Ron," the raven haired wizard yawned. "I just didn't sleep well last night."
"Oh," the redhead nodded, seemingly unconcerned about his friend's lack of sleep. "So, any plans for today?"
"We're going to continue cleaning out the upstairs," his mother interjected from her place at the stove. "I expect all of you to be up there in an hour, ready to work, and that means you two as well, Fred and George."
"Sorry, Mum, can't," Fred shook his head.
"We've got to go to Diagon Alley," George continued. "The store won't run itself after all."
"Oh, alright," Mrs. Weasley frowned.
The five pilots were the first to leave the table, as they had only been waiting on their final member to arrive and eat. Sirius and Remus disappeared shortly afterward, followed by the elder four Weasley children, leaving only the school aged teens with Molly and Arthur.
As the plates were being cleared by Ginny and Hermione, under the watchful eye of Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore walked into the room. All eyes turned to the aged Headmaster, causing them to miss the slight tensing of Harry's shoulders.
"If you'll excuse me, Molly," he smiled kindly at the Weasley matriarch. "I need to have a word with Harry."
"That's alright, he's finished," she glanced at his recently emptied plate.
"Harry," Dumbledore motioned for the teen to follow him, "we need to have a word in private, if you don't mind."
"Not at all, sir," the raven haired wizard slowly pushed to his feet, wishing that Duo and the others hadn't left.
He followed Dumbledore to the library, which was currently free of occupants. Once they were inside and the door was securely closed behind them, Dumbledore motioned for Harry to have a seat. He himself took a seat in the armchair Severus had occupied the previous day.
"Harry, my boy," he began, causing the teen to cringe slightly at the endearment, "I heard you had another vision last night."
"Yes, sir," Harry nodded, not liking where this was going, and also wondering who had told Dumbledore about it.
"I have to say I am disappointed in you," the usually twinkling blue eyes were looking gravely at the young man. "I thought after what happened in the Department of Mysteries last term would've impressed upon you the importance of your occlumancy training."
"But sir," Harry protested, but Dumbledore raised his hand to silence him.
"That aside, I'd like for you to tell me what you saw," the old man steepled his fingers in front of him, giving Harry a piercing look.
"I... um..." the raven haired teen bit his lip. "It was a Death Eater meeting, sir."
"I see," those blue eyes continued to pierce emerald, and Harry knew in that moment that the old coot was trying to perform legilimancy on him.
"Stop it!" Harry yelled, jumping to his feet, and pointedly looking away. "Just stop it!"
A moment later, the door burst open and five guns were aimed straight at the Headmaster. His gun never wavering, Duo entered the room and went to his brother's side. He placed himself between Dumbledore and the younger teen, his amethyst eyes as hard as stone.
"I warned you, old man," he said evenly, letting Shinigami out to play. "You aren't to have any contact with my brother outside the bounds of school."
"But Devlan," Dumbledore held up his hands placatingly, "we need the information that Harry received last night, it is imperative to the war effort."
Almost before he finished, a shot resounded throughout the room, and the cushion next to Dumbledore's head exploded in a cloud of smoke and fluff, causing the Headmaster to jump to his feet. Harry's eyes widened as he looked up at his brother, who's gun was smoking slightly.
"I told you never to call me that, old man," his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"And no, it is not imperative to the war effort," Quatre's voice was deadly serious, and the others all suppressed their shudders. It wasn't good to make the normally mild mannered blond upset, things tended to explode when that happened, namely colonies. "All the information you need can be given to you by Severus Snape."
Light blue eyes turned incredulously to the empath, "And you would know this, how?"
"I witnessed it as well," the former Sandrock pilot sneered. "I know what was said and done, and if you want answers that Snape couldn't give you, you'll have to talk to me. Duo, take Harry and call Rashid. Have him prepare my house here in London, we'll be leaving within the hour."
"Right, Quatre," the braided teen nodded.
"You pushed too far, Dumbledore," Heero stepped forward as soon as his lover had left the room with Harry. "It's lucky for you we never back out of our missions, otherwise, we would be gone. However, consider this your last warning. Leave Harry alone, or Omae o kurosu(1)."
Dumbledore's eyes widened in shock at the threat. The four teens turned, almost as one, and filed out of the room.
(1. Omae o kurosu- I'll kill you)
Ammie: So it's just a little bit late... I blame Duo, and the rain, which caused me to be tired all day and not want to write. Anyway, hope ya'll enjoy.