Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Just Another Perfect Soldier ❯ New Light ( Chapter 13 )

A/N: See- more! This part is a bit too light-hearted to be with the previous part. But just as serious at time. Somehow. Point is two updates in one night! Shocker!

 

Just Another Perfect Soldier

 

Chapter Thirteen: New Light

 

“Harry!”

It took much more than Zero thought was necessary for the Gryffindor to not sigh in irritation at the sound of his voice being shouted down the hall. It was surprisingly hard to halt his footsteps and heed the voice as the urge to speed up and disappear into the crowd was almost overwhelming.

Even Quatre- kind, reserved, polite Quatre- let out a soft sigh of dismay.

Trowa shot their charge a veiled look of pity, making Harry frown.

You had to now you're situation was bad when Trowa offered you a subtle condolence.

“Draco?” The blond wizard asked softly, his voice holding a note of hoping that perhaps his guess was incorrect. Harry huffed just as quietly.

“As if I need visual confirmation anymore.”

For the last two weeks straight, the blond Slytherin had cornered Harry after class and asked the quiet Gryffindor to be his date for the Yule Ball.

For the last two weeks, said Gryffindor had been soundly rejecting his annoyingly persistent Slytherin shadow.

Harry turned to face his daily torturer, just as the other wizard strutted out from the parting crowd of students.

“Are you ever going to give up?”

Draco tilted his chin higher in the air, coming off as completely arrogant and completely privileged at the same time. “When I get what I want. I'm a Malfoy, Harry- I always get what I want.”

Jade eyes rolled expressively. “You'd think your ego would have been beaten down a bit by now.”

Silver eyes shone with teasing- or that was what Harry guessed it to be. “Slytherins are certainly made out of stronger stuff than that. We are persistence personified. Which reminds me-“

“The answer is still no, Draco.”

The blond quirked an eyebrow. “You don't even know the question yet….”

“It's the same question it is every day.”

“Then maybe you should change your answer and I'll change the question.”

Fed up, Harry turned away from his blond nuisance. “The answer is still no.”

“We'll see.”

The irritated Gryffindor glanced at his silent comrades quickly.

“If I ever say yes to that man, promise you will shoot me.”

The request had been directed at Quatre, who frowned.

“I believe in pacifism, Harry.”

The dark-haired wizard shot him a disbelieving look, his eyes glancing down at the place on Quatre's hip where he knew the blond kept his 9mm.

“I believe you're in the wrong profession then.”

Quatre let out a small scowl, his brows dipping as Harry stalked forward silently. The blond wizard turned to his boyfriend.

“Why does everyone say that?”

Trowa wisely kept quiet.

 

 

 

Last period on Wednesdays meant that Heero had an hour and fifteen minutes completely to himself. No Duo and Wufei or Quatre and Trowa- and no matter ho much Heero actually liked the other ex-pilots, it was nice to get away from them.

Unfortunately, his alone time also meant no Potter, no matter how much the Japanese wizard was trying to tell himself that little fact didn't matter. The truth was Heero had never felt so…so out of sorts with himself yet so completely at peace than when he was in the jade-eyed Gryffindor's presence.

All those horrible clichés about love making everything seem so much better and brighter and wonderful were actually true.

It was all very inefficient and very annoying.

Strict training and misplaced good intentions were warring with his own wants and feelings and the distant voice of a man telling Heero to follow his emotions.

Heero frowned. It was one thing to live by your emotions, but it was another to let those emotions drag you kicking and screaming down a dark and unknown road.

Besides, Potter was unaffected by Heero and unreciprocative of his feelings. Actually, the other wizard seemed to be virtually unaware of both the males and females in the castle, battling Heero in Duo's book of `Possible Asexual Humans'.

So Heero would leave things as they were, if only because it was the right thing to do. It was his duty to protect Potter and nothing more.

That mantra was what had the blue-eyed wizard doing repetition after repetition of sit-ups, stomach crunches, push-ups and various other exercises in his spare time. He needed to be in top shape to protect his charge in the most efficient way possible. Learning of his new magical abilities was in no way supposed to interfere with keeping his body in peak physical shape.

Most days, Heero could complete his routine in the time allotted and take a well needed shower before the other returned. However, most days, the young Preventer did not receive urgent emails from Commander Une.

The message had been sent beforehand, forcing Heero to type in his four fifteen digit access codes. The alert pinged Une back in Preventer HQ and Okayed her into sending the encrypted files once the line was secured.

Heero closed the lid on his laptop, setting the commands to save the translated document and close off all outside links to his computer after the transfer was complete.

The entire process took nearly twenty minutes off his alone time.

That was why Heero figured his could logically blame his whole mess on his Commander.

 

 

 

 

 

Harry had never dealt well with having the people in his life trying to make him do something he had no interest in doing. No one could make Harry Potter do anything, even when threatening his life and limbs.

You could ask the Ministry, Dumbledore and even Voldemort, if you got the chance.

The fact that Draco bloody Malfoy- who rated just above moss on Harry's significance scale at the moment- thought he could `win Harry over' was hugely irritating.

Zero allowed a bit of the irritation to show- it made Harry seem more normal and the program was a mite annoyed at the Slytherin's low level of respect for its host.

His face was carefully blank; although anyone looking hard enough could see that familiar spark of anger that was so, so Harry it seemed wrong for it to be missing from his expression.

That blank expression skidded off his face and smacked the floor with a splat, as the portrait door swung open to reveal a towel-clad Heero.

Heero's eyes were somewhat wide at the sudden entrance, one hand gripping his knotted towel at his hip, the other reaching for his missing gun. Harry felt his own gaze being pulled up to his bodyguard's damp, dark hair. It was spiky and messy and silky looking…conditioner? Harry's fingers suddenly itched to find out.

His eyes slid down to the suddenly delightful curve of Heero's ear, down his smooth neck, which still held tiny droplets of shower water.

`Marked increase of testosterone levels.'

Harry felt as if his eyes were glued to Heero's chest as one glistening drop began to slide its way down Heero's golden neck, pooling briefly in the dip of his collar bone before rising up over that smooth bump and down across the beginning of one very nicely shaped pectoral muscle.

`Marked increase in dihydrotestosterone.'

The drop that had Harry so mesmerized curved its way down to slide off the tip of one dark brown nipple, pert from the difference between the air temperatures. Without their guide, Harry's eyes continued their journey down Heero's chest, catching sight of well- defined abs and lingering on the white lines of various scars.

`Increase of internal and external body temperature.'

Finally, his jade eyes came to rest on the simple, white towels Hogwarts supplied to all its students, although Harry was pretty sure a simple piece of cotton had never looked so…..nice on someone before. Or perhaps, he wondered vaguely, as his eyes skimmed over Heero's wonderfully shaped legs, it was just the model his had this time around that had Harry finally seeing the pleasing aspects of Hogwarts towels.

`Slight increase in nitric oxide and cyclic guanosine monophosphate.'

Words and images of things that hadn't even been a part of his mind began to crowd his thoughts and freeze his tongue at the very sight of Heero's skin. Distantly, even more so that Zero's chemical babble, Harry hoped his eyes would either tell all or nothing to the wizard before him.

`Zero Three and Zero Four approaching.'

Something seemed to register as that streak of heat, of lighting and stars, flashed across Heero's eyes again, melting some of the cold Zero had been forced to force upon the Gryffindor's own gaze.

One foot inched forward, just enough for Harry to tell before Quatre's voice broke into their conscious.

“Excuse me, Harry?”

The Gryffindor jerked at the words, feeling like he'd been trapped in a Full-Body Bind. His knees were…not like water but certainly of a more jelly-like substance as he whipped back around to find Heero's amazingly appealing body gone from sight.

A disappointed sigh tried desperately to well up in his throat but was viciously suppressed by the wizard-hero as he walked into their private common rooms and sat on the couch in confusion.

He had just checked out Heero Yuy.

Zero didn't lie when it came to the internal workings of its host and, according to Harry's vast knowledge of his body and the human body in general, the simple sight of Heero's nearly nakedness had caused the beginning of an embarrassing boner.

To make matters worse, Harry hadn't even known he was gay.

`Homosexuality is a widely accepted way of life. There is no shame in it.'

Harry fought back an incredulous noise. `But…I've dated girls- well, a girl. I took one of the Patel twins to the Yule Ball during Fourth Year. How can I be gay?'

Zero brought up Harry's internal memory bank and opened various files in quick succession. `You only took Parvati Patel to the Yule Ball because it was mandatory that you acquire a date. Your confusing feelings for Cho Chang during your Fourth and Fifth Years can be blamed on the fact that Cho Chang is an extremely masculine female. You were attracted to her more male-like qualities.'

Harry boggled secretly at the very idea. `Are you trying to tell me I had a crush on Cho because she was just like one of the guys?'

`Once she began to exhibit more feminine characteristics, such as high emotional turmoil, your interest in her decreased to a very deep uncomfortable behavior.' Here, Harry could swear that Zero was smirking. `Besides, it was rather obvious to anyone who looked that you desired her selection of mate far more than Chang herself.'

Merlin, as if Harry needed to realize he had been lusting after Cedric as well. It was bad enough that Harry had wanted to take Heero towel away and do unspeakable things to his bodyguard's body- with his tongue.

`You are surprisingly imaginative on this particular subject.' Zero commented, making Harry twitch violently. Quatre and Trowa shot the silent wizard a worried look but Harry simply waved them off, grabbing his book bag to start in on his homework.

`Can you not look into my private thoughts of Heero please? That is just…disturbing.'

`I can not comment on you thoughts of Zero One.'

Harry flipped open his Transfiguration textbook moodily. `Wonderful.'

Zero did not take the hint to let the subject drop. `However, I do believe that Zero One would make a suitable mate for you- the most suitable I have examined thus far.'

The Gryffindor coughed suddenly, beating his chest with a closed fist at his two watchdogs's startled expressions- or about as startled as Trowa looked.

“Wrong tube.” He explained hoarsely, mentally demanding to know exactly what Zero had meant by that last statement.

The program beeped in annoyance. Zero One would make a suitable mate. He is intelligent and able to defense his own person should a fight arise. He is dedicated and loyal and has shown some interest in you. The probability of rejection is less than ten percent- remarkably low. If the affection runs deep enough, Zero One could be an irreplaceable accomplice.'

Harry could hardly believe his own….mind. Zero was practically encouraging him to pursue Heero, not that the idea wasn't tempting. It was…..it was very tempting.

`Plan your attack strategy. I will assist you if necessary.'

Harry let his mind turn the idea over and over; trying to find unfixable faults in it as Duo and Wufei entered the portrait hole and Heero stepped out of his room. He was, unfortunately, fully clothed.

Duo put his books down on the table with a thump, raising his arms up above his head in a long, full-body stretch. “Someone remind me again why I took Arithmancy?”

“Because Wufei did.” Quatre reminded the braided wizard with an amused smile.

Duo rolled his eyes. “Any other reason?”

“Do you need another reason?” Was Wufei's dry question. Duo grinned at his lover's turned back. “Nope.”

Harry thought he heard those familiar whipping sounds come from Trowa's general direction.

A sudden beeping from the coffee table had six faces whipping around to stare at Heero's innocent silver laptop. The Japanese wizard quickly crossed the room, flipping up the screen before he even hit the seat. No one moved as dark blue eyes scanned the message intently.

Well, no one but Duo.

The other teen had no problems with striding over to peer at their stoic friend over the top of his laptop screen. “Whatcha readin'?”

Heero seemed to be ignoring his talkative friend, as was usual, but the sudden migrating of the quieter Preventer's eyebrows wasn't as usual.

Duo jerked back a bit from his place, giving his friend a strange look. Heero, much to everyone's surprise, sent the look back.

Blue eyes flickered in Harry's direction before focusing back on Duo.

“How sure are you that the Doctors were on the Libra that day?”

Harry quirked an eyebrow at the question, acting as if he had a very faint idea about what they were talking about.

Duo blinked quickly, taken back at the question. It had been nearly two years since the end of the war, when he had decided to leave their five mentors on that doomed ship and finish the battle. Then the Gundams had taken care of the Libra, personally.

“Pretty sure considering the door to their cell was locked from the outside and space suits only have twelve hours of air at the most. Not two years.”

Wufei looked a bit stunned. “Why are you asking this now?”

Heero simply stared at the computer screen. “I received a message from Commander Une just under thirty minutes ago. It was encrypted. A specialized group of Preventer agents are now working with the British and French Aurors.”

A spike of unease filled Harry at those words. It was one of his fears come to life. With the Preventers poking around in all things magical in Europe, it became more likely that Harry and Phoenix would get captured.

`A disturbing complication.' Zero agreed.

“Why?” Trowa's soft voice piped up. “What would bring any more of our team members into the Wizarding World?”

“In the last base that was destroyed, one room was only partially collapsed. Samples were taken from whatever had survived the attack and one hit a match in our database.” Heero explained his voice flat. “It was Doctor J's.”

Harry held back a flinch. Whispers and screams and dark memories tried to surge forward at that name and the Gryffindor found himself battling the urge to shrink back and babble with fear. Quatre inhaled sharply.

Duo sat back on his ass, his legs sprawled out in front of him. “What in the hell is Doctor J's blood doing in one of Voldemort's bases?”

Heero looked up. “That's what I'd like to know.”

Harry was pretty sure, if Zero swore the words `oh shit' would have been it's statement of choice.

Zero beeped in approval.

 

 

A/N: I just changed up my plans a bit here, ladies and gents. The guys might end up finding out about Harry sooner than I had thought. That's good thought right?

 

Please review- for every review not written, a Duo/Tsuberov fanfic is created. -Gag-

 

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