Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Crossing Times ❯ Waking and Introductions ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: This is SLASH!!! That means boy-on-boy action.

Disclaimer: See the first chapter.

Kalina-It will be explained why Harry was bought to their time in the next chapter.

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Wake up, don't give up
Get off your knees
It's your last chance.

- “Wake Up” H2O

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When the three pilots arrived in the sickroom, they found Trowa busy at work, cleaning and bandaging the boy’s wounds. Wufei stood by the window, looking out with a pensive look.

“How is he?” Quatre asked, looking at the pale, small body.

“In pain. In addition to the whipping, there are signs of recent muscle and nerve damage. He’s malnourished, which suggests that he may have been starved when he was younger. He has a slight fever, but not that high of one.” Trowa said, cleaning the boy’s face.

Heero stood and whispered in Duo’s ear. They stood, and at the curious look on Quatre’s face, Duo said, “We have a mission in the morning.” Even though the war had officially ended, there were still some rebels that caused trouble. Because of them, all five still took missions as Preventors, working under Relena.

Quatre nodded in understanding and watched as Wufei left, leaving him alone with Trowa. Reaching a hand out to brush the hair from the boy’s eyes, Quatre felt Trowa wrap his arms around him, resting his head on his shoulder. “How can anyone do something like this, especially to a child?”

Trowa just shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe he can tell us when he wakes up.”

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The next few days were touch and go as they juggled missions and the mysterious boy. Twice the L3 pilot had to stop Duo from sneaking in with a bucket of water to wake the boy. However, after the second time, Quatre had threatened the boy with death if he dared to enter the room with the intention of waking the exhausted boy.

In their spare time, however, they tried to find out more about their mystery guest. Fingerprint scans turned up no information, and he carried no identification. As such, Duo had begun calling him Raiden.

Everyone took turns watching Raiden, especially Quatre, who was the only one who hadn’t had as many missions. In fact, this was where Duo and Heero found his empathic Arabian friend.

Quatre was curled up in a chair reading a book when the couple walked in. Seeing the unspoken question on their faces, he told them that Trowa was getting some needed rest after his mission and that Wufei would be home in a few hours. Duo stood next to Quatre’s chair, Heeo’s arms around his waist. Together, the trio watched the sunrise.

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It was dark. Peaceful. Safe.

It was…nice, just floating there in the darkness. But as nice was it was floating, something, an instinct, told him he had to something to do, something important.

Slowly, reluctantly to return to pain, the dreamer began to float upwards, toward the light that beaconed him.

He was almost there, he could feel it. Only a bit more and he would break the surface. Ignoring the siren call of the shadows below, the dreamer pressed on.

So close…there!

Odd, he’d forgotten what warmth felt like. The darkness was restful, but he hadn’t realized how cold it was, not until he’d left.

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Flickering eyelashes caught Quatre’s eye as a light groan filled the room. “He’s waking up.” He spoke a little too late. Duo had already heard the groan and rushed over to stand next to the waking boy, who hopefully would be able tell them his name.

Green eyes, dull with pain, opened slowly, and he blinked before the pain caused him to release a small moan.

“How do you feel?” A soft, melodic voice filled his ears, and he slowly turned his head to look at the blonde standing by the bed. A longhaired boy stood near the aristocratic boy, cobalt eyes sparking with excitement. Another boy stood behind them both, tall and protective, like an older brother. His dark blue eyes, in an unblinking stare, seemed to read his soul, and Harry knew, in that second, that the other boy knew that he had seen battle.

“Water…” Harry rasped out, smiling thankfully as the blonde handed him a glass of water. Taking a sip, he thanked him.

Dup really did try. Honestly, he did, but curiosity got the better of him and before Quatre could say another word, a stream of questions came from his mouth.

“What’s your name? We didn’t know so we called you Raiden. How old are you? How did you get in here? Where did you get those wounds? How did you get…” Heero, who had placed his hand over Duo’s mouth, cut the questions short.

Harry stared at the hyperactive teen in amazement. No one he knew, not even Lucius or Snape, could ask that many questions in a single breath. “I’m Harry Potter.” He told the trio softly, looking down and bracing himself for the “You’re the Boy-Who-Lived” speech. However, when a few seconds passed and none of them had said anything, he looked up into blank faces. That was when he realized these boys had never heard of him. ‘I can be a normal kid here.’ he thought with a smile.

Seeing the smile and feeling the happiness radiating off Harry, Quatre smiled and said, “I’m Quatre Winner, and currently you’re staying at one of my houses.” seeing the unspoken question in Harry’s eyes.

Duo, whose mouth had been freed, introduced himself. “Duo. Duo Maxwell. I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie.” Pulling Heero closer to the bed, he told the bright -eyed teen “And this is Heero, my boyfriend. There are two more of us, but one’s away and the other is…”

Before Duo could finish his sentence, a door slammed downstairs and strange words could be heard. Judging by the looks on their faces, the three must have known the language, and the person saying it.

“On second thought, one just got home and the other is…”

Again, Duo was interrupted as two more boys walked into the room. One of them, a brunette with bangs covering one green eye, stifled a yawn as he walked towards Quatre, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on his shoulder. Quatre blushed and whispered something into the brunette’s ear, causing him to look at the bed. “Harry, this is my boyfriend, Trowa Barton.”

Harry nodded before turning his attention to the other boy, no man, who had entered the room. His face was fine boned, and currently the owner was frowning. Ebony eyes blazed with anger. Raven hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck. One hand covered a bleeding a right arm.

Looking at him, Harry felt a strange, yet familiar, sensation in his stomach. The same sensation he felt when he liked Cho, only stronger. He felt a slight blush grace his cheeks and hoped no one would notice him with their teammate injured. But since when have the things Harry asked for happened? Someone did notice, and they smiled mischievously, already plotting.

Harry was drawn out of his inspection of the boy by Quatre’s voice.

“Wufei, you’re hurt!” Quatre rushed over to the Chinese boy, a first aid kit in hand and concern in his eyes. The others, used to his mother hen behavior, took up various positions in the room. Heero leaned against the back wall while Trowa sat in one of the chairs near the bed. Duo ended up sitting at the foot of the bed, next to Harry.

Soon Wufei’s injury had been stitched and the last introduction was being made. “Wufei, this is Harry.”

Wufei looked at the boy and met green eyes. No, they weren’t just green. Saying they were green was like saying Relena liked pink, or Duo was energetic; the words did not capture reality. No, these eyes were emerald, glowing with a inner strength and light that would make it so easy to get lost in their depths.

Drawing away from those disturbing thoughts, Wufei nodded politely before conversation started once more.

“So, how did you get those wounds?” Duo repeated one of his earlier questions, and the one everyone wanted answered.

AN: Well, here’s the second chapter. Please review and tell me what you think of the story. And if any of ya’ll know any good lyrics, please tell me in your review the name of the song and the band. Thanks!