Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing/AC
Summary: A blind Harry is taken by the Preventers at the end of his sixth year. At the Preventers he finds out, he isn't as alone as he had thought.
WARNINGS: YAOI! OOC! AU!HARRY POTTER VERSE! STRONG!HARRY
Pairings: Duo/Heero Quatre/Trowa Wufei/Harry
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Harry's scream followed him as he struggled to get out of the sudden hold on him. There was a gunshot and something whizzing through the air.
He smelled lemon drops and the lingering scent of death. Dumbledore. The smell of death was only associated with someone after they've fired the killing curse. Harry's eyes narrowed and his green magic whipped around him, much like a cornered animal. The people holding him let go, but that did not stop the chaotic magic from snapping their arms. The green energy surrounded the five pilots, one on the floor, the others surrounding the fallen. They watched in awe as their brother/love interest, stalked up to the old man who had fired the sickly green curse at Wufei.
All the other witches and wizards watched in hope and disbelief as their savior pointed a knife at Dumbledore. The knife was small, and had a slightly curved blade, and looked extremely sharp. His magic coated the knife, forming into a longer blade. "You can hurt me, manipulate me, hell, you can rape me, but you may never shoot an idiotic death curse at my lover, nor my brothers." Harry's voice was harsh and cold, dripping with venom.
Dumbledore grinned a grandfatherly smile, "Harry, my dear boy, I was not the one who shot the curse, Alastor (1) did."
Harry hissed, much like a feline, "Don't lie to me you, bumbling old coot. My nose never lies and you are the only one who reeks of death." The young man's face flashed with fiery rage, "Also, don't call me your dear boy." Harry's blade was creeping towards the headmaster's throat.
"Surely you wouldn't kill your headmaster, Harry?"
The boy-who-lived's grin looked like a mirror image of Shinigami's, "And what makes you think I won't?" Before anyone could stop the crazed wizard, Harry plunged the knife straight through Dumbledore's throat. The pale hand released the blade and the owner heading towards the scents he knew and loved. "Wufei? Are you alright? What happened? If you're not dead the curse didn't hit you, but what stopped it?"
Harry could feel the smile on his love interest's lips as his fingers were touching Wufei's face. "Heero's bullet and Duo's knife reflected the curse. That old man dodged, so the spell hit the wall."
Heero was the one who answered, "Apparently our desperation to save Wufei's life caused our magic to coat our weapons."
Tears of relief slipped down Harry's cheeks and a brilliant smile lighted his face. Without properly thinking, Leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against Wufei's. Said male's eyes widened comically, causing Duo to stifle a laugh behind his hand. Twin wolf whistles caused Harry to pull back, blushing brightly. It faded however, when the scent of vanilla and snakes invaded his senses. "TOM!"
A soft chuckle answered the excited teen's call, "Yes, Harry, I did reveal my true intentions."
Childish laughter ran throughout the house, "That means the wizarding world will get back up on their feet!"
Tom, formerly Voldemort, chuckled again, "Why don't you just head home, and relax with your lover and brothers?" Harry squeaked, face going red again. His magic had already healed everyone who was majorly hurt, and didn't have any spiteful intentions. Wufei stood and took Harry's hand. Wrapping the same arm around the smaller's waist he lead the way outside.
A month later
Harry moaned softly as Wufei bit and licked the side of his neck. Wufei trailed light kisses back up to the teen's lips and kissed said features softly. Wufei pulled back, whispering, "I love you, Har, my kitten."
Harry smiled and pecked his lover on the lips, "I love you too, Fei, my sight." Harry slipped his hand into Wufei's and tugged softly motioning towards the bed he could not see. Wufei smiled and led the blind man to the bed, sitting with his back pressed against the headboard, then pulling his lover into his lap. Harry snuggled into Wufei, purring lightly. "Read to me please?"
"As you wish." Wufei reached over and picked up a bookmarked novel and began to read.
Outside the two's door, the other four occupants smiled at each other, before heading towards their own rooms. Duo grinned up at his boyfriend, "You can give Wuffers a lecture tomorrow, for now you get to focus all your attention on me."
All thoughts of threatening Wufei flew out of Heero's mind as his smaller lover distracted him thoroughly. Quatre laughed quietly as the two others kissed as they walked backwards into their shared room. The blonde smiled at his own lover. Trowa looked down and raised an eyebrow at the positive evil intentions veiled. "Little one, what are you planning?"
Big blue eyes blinked up into narrowed green eyes, "What ever do you mean, Tro?" Trowa had no time to reply.
Une raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at the man standing before her. "So, you are Tom Riddle, the new minister of Magic."
The tall male nodded, "Yes." He then smirked, "Anne Une, leader of the Preventers."
Une laughed, "I think I can cooperate with what you have planned. Any one in mind?"
"Yes. Everyone," Tom called to the door. Sixteen people entered the room. "Allow me to introduce my most trusted people." He motioned to the first person, "Draco Malfoy."
Draco stepped forward, hand gripping the male's hand next to him, "Hello."
"Blaise Zabini." He also stepped forward, hand holding Draco's and greeted Une. "Pansy Parkinson. Severus Snape. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Fred, George, and Ronald Weasley. Hermione Granger. Luna Lovegood. Nathanial Moon (2). Susan Bones. Hannah Abbott. Remus Lupin. Neville Longbottom." Everyone stepped forward when their name was called and greeted Une in some form.
The leader of the Preventers grinned slightly, "My top agents are home with their brother, so I cannot introduce them, but if you stop by this address you will meet them, and you can stay there for the meantime. It was a pleasure meeting you all."
The group nodded and Remus took the address and the lead. As the last person left, Une turned to Tom, "How are we going about this?"
A sinister smile took over the man's face, "Well..."
InsanityHime: What are the two planning? What are the Gundam Boys and Harry's reactions are to the large group staying with them? Even I don't quite know...oops...
(1): It's Moody.
(2): Nathanial Moon: He's a sixteen year old Ravenclaw with neatly spiked brown hair, and silver eyes. Rowling, gave the last name Moon at Harry's sorting, but didn't give a first name, or house, or even a character for it, so I decided to make one.