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Chapter Four...

"Draco! Come on, wake up Draco."

The young wizard followed the voice as he moved away from the empty darkness that engulfed him. Slowly opening his eyes, the former Slytherin blinked the grit once more from his eyes as he took in the fact that he was staring at stars. Suddenly everything came flying back to him as the pain decided to remind him it was there. A soft hiss fell from his lips as Draco tried to sit up, but was jerked back down by a piece of metal at the front of his neck. Suddenly he heard a voice to his left,

"Be careful, Draco, there is a collar around your neck."

Draco sent a half hearted 'ya think' look at the braided male. Draco looked to make sure his brother was moving; if stiffly and once more tried to look around. Being careful not to pull the collar tight, Draco looked around and noticed the three quarter walls, no roof, and the chill even though it was late spring. Suddenly their location clicked causing him to jerk up leading to him ripping open his injuries and choking himself with the collar. Zechs leaned as far as he could toward his brother in comfort as he said.

"Be careful, Draco, you could really hurt yourself."

Draco gave a harsh, hoarse laugh as he replied.

"If we don't get out of here soon, we'll all be hurt much worse than we are."

Duo raised a dark brow as he asked.

"What do you mean? You think Larry, Curly, and Moe will be back soon?"

Draco shook his head and replied.

"We are in big trouble. You know they brought us to what they called the Ritual Room, yes?"

At Duo nod, Draco continued.

"Well, a Ritual Room..."

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Wufei stared at their new partner as they made their way to the destination. After grabbing a military style truck, they'd mounted up and took off. The young wizard was glancing through the pile of paper's he'd placed in his bag earlier, though the Chinese pilot could tell he was preparing for the mission. Not being able to hold his questions in any longer, the Asian asked.

"Why didn't we take a portkey to our location?"

Harry looked to the pilot speaking to him and replied.

"It would be too dangerous. First off the mansion has wards surrounding it, we don't know all of the wards involved so we don't know if there is a danger to portkey. Second, if Draco, Zechs, and Duo are in bad shape, using a portkey will only harm them further."

Looking at the group Harry commented.

"I didn't ask earlier, but do any of you have gifts or magic of any kind?"

The pilots looked at one another having a silent conversation before Quatre answered.

"Yes, all of us have gifts. Why?"

Before answering he asked again.

"So none of you are wizards?"

At the negative shake he got, Harry sighed in relief and explained.

"It could make things easier. Since you have gifts and are not wizards, there is a chance the Ritual Room won't harm you as much. I will have to go in no matter what, incase Draco's magic has been released."

Harry leaned back against one of the canvas roof's supports and stretched out his legs. Wufei followed his movements silently until he noticed Harry didn't unbend his damaged leg the entire way.

"Your leg won't cause any trouble for us during the mission will it, Potter?"

Harry blinked open his large green eyes and turned to the serious male.

"No, Chang, my leg isn't a problem. I've had a while to get used to it."

Trowa placed a calloused hand on the wizard's shoulder and informed him.

"Don't worry, Harry, Wufei doesn't mean anything personal by it; he just doesn't want there to be a chance that you..."

"That I don't drag everyone down. It's not a problem and I'm not offended."

The group lapsed into silence as they made the last of their journey.

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Une studied the two young women her newest agent had brought in for this mission as she led them to the Sick Bay. Both had pale blond hair, were around five and a half feet and gazed around curiously as they moved down the hall.

Finally they made it to the large swinging doors leading to the front exam area. Once they entered, they saw a woman with two twists like things in her brown hair. She wore a black pencil skirt, pale blue blouse, comfortable black flats and a white med coat. Sally gave the two young ladies a kind smile before knocking out a smart salute to Une.

"Commander."

Une shook her head and replied.

"Sally, I have told you, there is no need for you to refer to me as such. You are my friend and the lead doctor of this hospital."

Sally just shrugged before turning back to the two girls as Une introduced them.

Luna Lovegood had long pale golden blonde hair, pulled back into a French braid with a pair of worn feather looking things sticking out. A stick stuck behind her ear which was adorned with large neon green and purple acorns with orange polka dots. She wore a yellow vest over a pink and blue striped shirt, a lime green knee length skirt over orange and grey striped stockings, stuffed inside dark purple shoes. Everything was topped off with a necklace of bottle caps that for some reason, said Butterbeer.

Gabriella Delacour also had pale blonde hair, though her's was pulled up into a bun. She wore rose bud earrings that seemed to bloom, then return to bud. Her clothing though was much more tamed in the since that she wore a sapphire blue v-neck top with a dark brown vest, over a pair of fitted dark blue jeans and a pair of beat up black shoes.

Sally smiled once more at the girls and commented.

"Welcome ladies to the Preventors Headquarters' Sick Bay. I'll show you around quickly so you know the basics of where everything is, since I know my boys are trouble magnets and injury magnets, though I have to threaten them to let me check them over."

Gabriella giggled as she stated.

"Sounds like you're talking about Harry...Where ever trouble happens find Harry, because he's most likely in the middle of it."

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The agents quickly exited the truck a mile from the mansion. Moving silently into the tree line, Harry pulled a small ball like object from his pocket and tossed it after tapping it with his wand. It bounced twice and rolled to a stop...seconds later a smoke emitted from it. The pilots watched as a shimmer appeared about twenty feet from where they stood. Harry sighed as he moved forward to pick the ball up. Turning back to the others and informed them.

"The shimmer is the outer most wards. It's to monitor who comes in. It will take about twenty minutes, but I should be able to over ride the wards and work it so they won't be able to tell we entered, for about thirty minutes. That'll be all the time we have."

The pilots watched as Harry held his hands a few inches from the shimmer of the barrier and began muttering under his breath. Mere moments passed before he stopped. Opening dark emerald green eyes, the young wizard motioned for the others to join him.

"Let's go, we don't have much time."

The group split into two teams of three; Harry, Heero, and Wufei were in the first group and Treize, Trowa, and Quatre in the second group. Moving to the main entrance, Harry easily dismantled the lock and pushed the door open.

The hall was massive, broken here and there by doors and off shoots. Luckily, they'd memorized the layout and coming to the third off shoot, the group split.

Moving quickly, but quietly down the main hall, Harry's team soon met with the first group of strays. They were easily handled as the team moved on and finally found the stairway to the next floor.

They followed this pattern up the next two flights, where they met back up with the other team of Preventors. Just as they came to the short hallway to the tower containing the Ritual Room, the rescuers heard murmuring coming from the cracked door next to their destination. Moving closer Quatre was able to make out what was being said.

"When do we get to get out of here?"

A deeper voice answered the first.

"When our mission is complete. I can't believe the Ministry is so inferior to our master that they haven't realized this mansion is only a means to get to the next location."

A harsh laugh crashed out as a gravelly voice rasped out

"Yeah, that group of wizards that came around not too long ago...Merlin was it greats to hear their screams of pain. The best part was that one of them was one of King Potter's friends..."

The rush of anger that flared in his Space Heart had Quatre spinning around to see Trowa with his arms wrapped around Harry's chest to keep him in place as the raven breathed deeply. Just as the Preventors were ready to carry the emerald eyed man to their next location, they heard the deeper voice speak

"I can't wait to finish torturing those wimps upstairs. I mean come on! We should have been allowed to kill them on site and throw their body parts at the Preventor's door step. Not to mention the bonus of hurting another of Potter's people with the Malfoy heir. That's what they get for sending such wastes of space to us."

Followed by the gravely one

"Just you wait...we'll get to play with them soon...that braided one looks yummy."

Trowa released the straining man in his arms in time for Harry and Trieze to slam through the door. Inside four men scrambled to their feet as the newest recruit and Former OZ solider tackled the bigger of the two.

Harry slammed his fist into the prick's nose as he launched himself as the guy's chest, causing his head to connect with the hard stone floor and stunned him long enough for Harry to remove his wand and emergency Portkey ring. Just as Harry hid the items in his bottomless pocket, a fist found his rib cage throwing Harry to the side and giving the man a chance to roll after him. They scuffled for a few minutes when the man rolled Harry to his back. The ugly male hovered over Harry a second before Harry saw his face and snarled.

"McNair, you will pay."

The former creature executioner grinned

"Little Potter, finally where I want ..."

He never got to finish since Harry shoved a hand against his chest and blasted him across the room. Jumping to his feet, Harry waved his hand and ropes wrapped around the now unconscious man. Turning to his companions, Harry saw they were securing their targets as well. Harry moved to the three bound men and removed their emergency portkey rings as well and found only one wand.

Wiping blood from his lip, Quatre gave a grin and commented.

"At least we know why there are so few people walking around."

Harry nodded and pulled a few scraps of paper from his pocket and stuck them to each body. Minutes later, they disappeared.

Harry walked to the door and looked back at the other five men.

"They were ported to Hermione. She'll put them in the Black Manor Dungeon until the higher ups decide who gets them. Let's go, we only have about fifteen minutes left."

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Draco jerk up from his position as the negative magic from old rituals coursed through him. He bit his lip to keep from screaming as the unnatural power tried to force his magic to rip free.

Zechs and Duo could only watch helplessly as the young wizards arched and withered as he battled with an unseen force.

"Draco! Come on answer me, please!"

Draco turned pain filled silver eyes to his brother and clinched his jaw and eyes closed, as a scream tried to rip from his bloody lips. Duo growled as he felt the unknown power wash over him as if trying tasting him, and moved to Zechs. Once the power left him, Duo started struggling with his bindings once more. Across the room Zechs had pulled as far as he could on his chain and tried to reach the groaning form of his newly found brother.

Finally, the links on his cuffs gave and Duo made a staggering dash to Draco. Just as he was within a foot or so of the collared form, Draco's eyes flew open and a scream ripped from his throat.

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The pilots, Harry, and Trieze flew up the winding stairs of the tower leading to their destination, easily skipping over cracked and missing steps. Spotting the door to the top, Harry yelled back to the group.

"I can feel Draco's magic starting to go out of control! When I throw the door open duck."

Trusting the man to protect their friends the pilots silently agreed. Harry made short work of the old door with a well placed kick. No sooner had they got the door open, and then Harry yelled.

"No!"

The teen lunged across the room in time to cover Duo as Draco's magic attacked the close ranged male. Harry hissed as the magic lashed across his back leaving gashes in its wake. With a groan Harry moved swiftly to his feet and flared his magic, never turning from the form of his fellow wizard, Harry told the others.

"Get them out of here."

Trowa eased through the door way and paused as Harry quickly held up a hand. The enemy power started to take a visible form over Draco's prone body. Flaring his magic again, Harry once more drew the thing's attention. He carefully motioned for the unibanged teen to continue. Wufei moved to Duo and eased the injured man to his feet, they were joined by Quatre and the two carefully escorted Duo just outside of the door frame.

Treize followed behind Trowa, as they edged their way to their other captive friend. Zechs slowly pushed himself back from his brother as the two rescuers reached the massive chains connection to the floor. Harry followed them as they easily picked the locks and removed the restraints. Seeing the damage done to their friend's legs, each man grabbed a side and carried him in a sitting position out of the damaged door.

Seeing the pilots were now in a safer location, Harry gave his full attention back to Draco. Moving closer to the struggling body, the emerald eyed wizard growled.

"In the name of Merlin I demand you release him from your grip."

The visible little form seemed to laugh at him as a disembodied voice replied.

"Why should I? He's so pretty."

Harry's eyes seemed to glow as he stared into Draco's eyes.

"Draco, the moon is new..."

Glazed, silver eyes seemed to simmer in understanding when he gasped out.

"Can't...bro...ther...fr...fri...ends."

Harry's gaze darkened.

"Draco, trust me, the Moon is full..."

Draco groaned once more in pain and managed to answer.

"No, it's Waning."

The pilots could only watch in confusion as the blond wizard seemed to gather himself and arched off the floor. Light seemed to explode from nowhere as the man let loose a horrible pained filled yell. Seconds passed as Harry began to glow as well and moved closer to his friend.

Finally Harry was able to grab the collar, making quick work of it, he removed the objects. After that was finished, Harry placed his hands on either side of his face and forced a wave of power into Draco. The form turned to the dark haired wizard and attacked. Harry yelled as he fought the foreign magic on both fronts. When it seemed like the pain wouldn't end, Harry felt hands, grip his own. Looking up he met Prussian blue eyes. Heero growled as he pushed a more energy into the tan hands.

"You looked like you needed it."

Harry gave a slight nod and turned back to Draco as he felt Draco's power met his and Heero's and attack the negative power.

The others could only watch as the glow seemed to get more intense before it burst out, throwing Harry and Heero into the walls on either side of the door, only for them to crumble to the ground with chunks of stone falling on top of them.

Quatre ran to Harry's side as Wufei propped Duo up and went for Heero. The pale Arabian pilot pushed a decent size hunk of stone from the growling form. Harry pushed up and waved away the blond.

"Please help Draco."

When the pilot moved to do as was asked, the raven haired male finished pushing the rubble off. Stumbling to his feet, Harry raced to Quatre and Draco's side. Kneeling next to his fellow wizard, Harry lifted the former Slytherin's chin and met with tired grey eyes.

"How do you feel?"

A raspy laugh escaped the male in question as Harry lifted him into his arms.

"Like a walk in a park."

Harry chuckled as they all started moving steadily down the tower stairwell. Luckily they made it out of the front entrance before there was any resistance. Quatre glanced back as he heard popping sounds from into the building they just left. Spotting a small group of people appearing out of thin air, he tightened Duo's arm around his shoulder and spoke quickly.

"We have company. Let's speed this up."

The group moved quickly into the woods just as the first bullet sped past and impacted a nearby tree. Quatre released his hold on Duo, allowing Wufei to take the full weight and after a short murmured conversation, Treize took Zechs fully into his arms. Harry moved to Quatre and passed Draco to the Sandrock pilot, getting a nod of acceptance from the pilot at Harry's silent request to protect the injured man.

The rescuers holding wounded men moved further into the wooded area toward their truck, while Harry, Trowa, and Heero took up spots around the edge of the forest. Drawing their guns, the three fighters waited for the right moment.

Draco stifled a groan as the teen carrying him carefully placed him in the back of their transportation. The Malfoy heir turned to his brother and partner with a concerned frown as he took in their pale features.

"Are you two okay?"

Duo merely nodded as he winced due to Quatre's gentle examination of his hands, while Zechs returned the look.

"I'll live, what I want to know is how bad off are you?"

Draco sighed, and then hissed as Wufei took great care in removing the tattered remains of the wizard's shirt and replied.

"I'll be fine; Harry dampened the pain before he the brunette got shot into the wall."

Zechs raised a brow at this and asked.

"Something to do with the code words you were speaking?

Just as Draco was going to speak the sound of footsteps alerted them to new arrivals. The well trained men quietly pulled their weapons and took aim as they waited for their 'guests'. Moments passed as suddenly, the three fighters they'd left behind stepped into view.

Harry nodded to the men as Heero made his way to the front of the cab to start the engine, while Harry and Trowa got in the back and secured the tarp closed. Once that was done Trowa moved to Harry's side and helped pull the battered robe from his left arm. Draco's brow furrowed as he took in the deep groove left from a bullet.

"For Merlin's sake, Potter, it's just like you. Get into a battle, miss all the spells and get hit with something Muggle."

Harry just grinned as Trowa wrapped the sluggishly bleeding arm. After securing the bandage, Trowa went to pull the ruined robe back on his arm, but stopped as he noticed a slight wince.

"Harry, where else are you hurt?"

This drew everyone's attention even though the words had been quiet. Emerald eyes met dark green as he replied.

"It's fine."

Draco's eye's narrowed as he demanded.

"Harry James Potter-Snape-Black, don't make me tell Hermione."

Harry winced at the threat before mischief danced within the sparkling depths.

"Oh, I'm not too worried. I am to give you a warning from the She demon herself. Something about, don't get hurt or she will sick Sev, Remy, Luc, and Siri on us."

Draco gave wince and replied

"Though we both know the real threat is what she'll do to us."

Harry nodded and replied.

"The better news is Luna and Gabriella are waiting for us at Headquarters."

Draco groaned and leaned back against Wufei's offered support. Before wincing and leaning back forward once more. Harry moved to his side, careful to keep his own injuries hidden as he looked at the shredded back. Seeing the wounds the Asian pilot was working to cover, Harry shook his head and stated.

"Damn, Draco, Hermione is so going to kick your arse."

Trowa had moved forward to brace Harry as the truck jerked roughly when it went from dirt to asphalt, when he placed his hands on the raven man's back, he earned a hiss. Narrowing his eyes, the former clown pulled the hood up off the back of the robe and found massive damage and a still bleed bullet wound in the side. Quatre had moved over to see what the problem was and gasped.

"Harry, my goodness, why didn't you tell us?"

Harry turned his head to look at the two in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

Draco struggled to look and sighed.

"I forgot Harry has a high tolerance to pain. He'll hiss, but major wounds feel like nothing to him until you start messing with it.

Trowa slowly eased the robe back off and then pulled the medical cutters out and worked to remove what was left of the shirt. Together he and Quatre worked to slow the bleeding.

The group seemed to give an air of relief as Heero pulled into the emergency area of the Preventor's Headquarters. Trowa threw the tarp open, and then helped lower the wounded off the back. When Harry moved to get down and walk, the tall pilot merely glared and informed him.

"You are not walking."

Harry huffed and stated

"I've had worse. Besides, how else do you plan on getting me there?"

Quatre chuckled as a gleam entered the Heavyarms pilot's visible eye. Before Harry could blink, he was scooped up and placed on Heero's back. The glares he received as he stared at those around him, warned him not to fight.

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Sally look toward the doors as they were thrown open and the men they were waiting for entered. She looked to an orderly and informed him.

"Let Lady Une know that they have returned."

The man nodded and disappeared, as Sally moved to help the two witches she had been introduced to. With a glare, she made all of the men sit and wait to be examined.

Gabriella winced as she saw the shredded back of Draco.

"My goodness, can't you ever just get a cold?"

The chuckle she got was enough to make her smile as she worked quickly and carefully as she could. She knew Draco and Harry were resistant to magical healing and just hoped there weren't too many scars.

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Harry hissed as Luna pulled the blood covered gauze from his back and side. The whistle she let loose told him, it was bad. Glancing over his shoulder at her, he raised a brow in question, she replied.

"Hermione will kick your butt young man. Sirius will be bad enough."

Harry gave his best innocent grin and allowed her to work her magic, no pun intended.

Une sat in a cushy chair as she listened to the report while her best doctor and Harry's two healers looked the group over. Harry moved toward her as the story wound down and Luna released him.

Pulling the ids from his pocket, the wizard held them out to her.

"I know you'll want these back."

Une's brow furrowed in confusion before understanding crossed her face, then a kind look. Pushing the passes back toward to man she informed him.

"You, Mr. Potter, are an agent with the Gundam Pilots now, if you still wish to be."
Confusion covered the tanned and scared face as Harry questioned quietly.

"How can I be an agent? I'm damaged."

A tanned, callused hand rest softly on his shoulder causing Harry to look at the pilot of Wing Zero.

"You proved yourself today. You didn't let anything get between you and your goal."

Harry nodded and replaced the cards into his pocket. Duo stumbled slightly as he made his way over to the newest member of the team.

"Welcome to the team."

Une smiled before stating.

"As a now complete team, your first mission is to take two weeks to recover."

Turning to Zechs she smiled and said,

"Meet your father."

The former lightning count smiled and nodded. Quatre turned to the two wizards.

"If you would like, all of the pilots live in my house nearby, if you would like to move in as well, I think it would help us all get to know each other."

Draco looked to Harry, they seemed to have a silent conversation before, Draco replied

"Alright."