Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Harry Potter. If I did, do you think I'd be writing fanfiction? Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and I can't be bothered to look up who owns Gundam Wing. I just know that it doesn't belong to me. I won't repeat this in later chapters, so listen well.

PS. If you think I own this then please visit your local psychiatrist ASAP. It sounds like you need some medication.

AN: This is my first attempt at a Gundam Wing/Harry Potter x-over, and I sincerely hope that it doesn't suck too bad. It's also my first time writing a slash fic, so please don't be too harsh. There isn't anything too heavy in the first few chapters, maybe not at all, but there are mentions of some adult themes. I DO NOT CONDONE RAPE OR CHILD ABUSE IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM. THESE SITUATIONS ARE MERELY FICTIONAL AND ARE NOT BASED ON REAL LIFE EVENTS.

Now that that's out of the way, on with the story.

Summary
Beaten and abused by his relatives, Harry Potter is in a desperate situation after his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When a new arrival to Little Whinging decides to help him out history might just be changed.

Grey!Harry, Manipulative!Dumbledore, Mentor!Snape, Powerful!Harry. 1x2,3x4,5xHP,9x6,NLxLL,RWxHG,RLxSS,GWxDM,RPxDC. Noncon, shounen-ai, het, shoujo-ai, fluff. Rating may go up.

"I'm bored." Twenty boys and two girls sat on a variety of broken play equipment and benches in the otherwise deserted play area. "What should we do Big D?"

'Big D', a blonde teenager who bore more of a resemblance to a baby whale than a human, appeared to think for a while before his porcine eyes glittered in amusement. "Let's play Hunt the Freak." He pointed at a skinny boy passing the edge of the park, watching the gang warily as he attempted to stay out of sight. "First person to catch him gets to do whatever they want to him for the rest of the day. Try not to hurt him too bad though. Dad won't be too pleased if that filth is incapable of performing his duties."

The 'Freak' seemed to realise the danger as the gang moved towards him as one being. He bolted, darting in between two houses as the teenagers abandoned the park in pursuit of their unfortunate victim.

Unknown to the gang there was another person in the park. The lone oak concealed a single boy, who had heard the entire thing. Hair concealing one side of his face, he watched as the teenagers spread out to catch their prey. He'd made no effort to hide, not by his standards, but his standards were better than most. When he was certain that all of them were gone he dropped silently to the parched ground and set off in pursuit of the gang's victim.

Harry gasped in pain as one of Dudley's gang tackled him from behind and knocked him to the ground. His leg twisted and cracked as he fell, and a broken rib made itself known. He'd almost made it to the safety of a small hollow in a tree, one too small and well hidden for any of Dudley's incompetent friends to find or enter, when Caleb had caught him. He froze automatically as a weight pressed on his legs, knowing better than to try and escape once caught.

Before anything could happen someone dragged Caleb away, face void of emotions as he knocked the large boy out and left him on the floor. His expression didn't change as he ran his hands over the broken leg before lifting Harry from the ground. The raven-haired wizard could feel the vibrations of his rescuer's chest as he talked, but that was lost as he allowed darkness to claim him.

Trowa blinked once, instantly awake as his injured houseguest attempted to leave his bed. The quiet acrobat waited for the teenager to realise that his leg was broken, but he showed no indication of pain.

'Great, now I'm certain that he's related to Heero.' Duo delighted in telling the other pilots about the time that his anti-social boyfriend set his own leg after jumping out of a fifty-storey building. "Hey, you shouldn't try to stand. You'll make your leg worse."

The boy continued his attempts to stand, making it halfway up before his leg refused to cooperate any further. Puzzled, Trowa laid a hand on his arm to draw his attention. The boy spun, fear filling his face as seemed to only just realise the other's presence. He pulled back, collapsing to the floor as he kept his eyes on Trowa.

"I won't hurt you." The boy still tried to scrabble away. "Stay still or you'll hurt yourself more."

The front door slammed and Trowa tensed. "I'm going to see who that is. Wait here." He slipped out of the room, locking it behind him to prevent the injured teenager from leaving. It was unlikely that he would be able to, but the acrobat wasn't taking any chances.

"Trowa, there you are." Despite his obvious relief the Arabian pilot kept his ready stance. A silent shadow at the kitchen doorway betrayed Wu Fei's location, the Chinese boy silently waiting for a signal to fire. "I was picking up so much fear…"

"I found a boy being hunted by a local gang. He's in the treatment room, but he's too scared to listen to a thing I say." Wu Fei scowled behind Trowa but his gun returned to its resting place on his waistband.

"I'll speak to him." Trowa threw Quatre the key and allowed the blonde to go to the treatment room alone. Maybe his empathic abilities would give him more luck in talking to the patient.

Harry stared at the locked door in dismay. He'd almost been to his feet when the other boy had touched him and then he'd lost it. Luckily he hadn't been punished for his reaction, but maybe that was why he had been left alone so soon. The wait for his captor's return was almost unbearable, made worse by his fearful anticipation of what was to come.

This wasn't the first time that his uncle had allowed someone to take him away for a night or two. He'd been returned home early from Hogwarts, against his wishes, 'to properly grieve for his lost godfather'. Unfortunately Snape had delighted in telling the Dursleys about Sirius' death, therefore removing his only barrier against their rage. Since then he'd been treated as his uncle's toy, being beaten and starved on a regular basis, as well as used as relief for his uncle and anyone else willing to pay enough money. Petunia Dursley had no idea about what was happening, believing that he kept on running away when he was 'rented out' for the night. After a particularly savage beating he lost his voice, having been punched in the throat and then choked into unconsciousness with a belt. A week later he'd lost his hearing, after Dudley kicked him five times in the head for 'looking at him funny'. That was Dudley's first day back from Smeltings, and he'd been happy to join in his father's twisted idea of fun. Deafened and muted he was unable to protest against his treatment, and punished even more for not following orders that he could no longer hear. The only consolation was that his sight had somehow fixed itself, which was lucky, as his glasses had barely survived a single day.

The door unlocked and Harry tensed further. A small blonde boy stepped in, leaving the door open behind him. His happy smile and open expression almost made Harry trust this newcomer, until he remembered that looks weren't always a good indicator of character.

The wizard tried to make it look like he was listening, hoping that he wouldn't realise how much of an advantage he truly had. Eventually he left, leaving the door open as he grinned at Harry. The deaf-mute was confused; the whole time the other boy had stood out of arm's reach and where he could easily be seen, as if he could sense Harry's fear and didn't want to make it worse.

Trowa and Wu Fei both watched Quatre as the normally cheerful pilot slammed into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa. His wide eyed look and rapid breathing concerned Trowa and Heavyarms' pilot pulled him onto his lap to calm him before asking him anything.

"He's not just scared Tro, he's terrified. The whole time I was in there he looked like he was expecting me to hit him…or worse. I tried to calm him, but he was completely unreceptive." Quatre clung to Trowa's sweater, fists pulling at the black fabric.

"Terrified of you? You're one of the least threatening people I know." Trowa conveniently chose to forget the cold rage induced by Quatre's use of the untested Zero system, something that still surfaced on the rare occasions when the blonde was truly angry.

"He didn't hear a single thing I said." Quatre pulled himself closer to Trowa's chest. As Trowa attempted to calm him he missed seeing Wu Fei leave the room.

Wu Fei stared at the teenager who was sprawled on the treatment room floor. He didn't need to be an empath to know that he was expecting some sort of pain, and he barely suppressed his rage. There was no justice in mistreating a child to the point where everyone was seen as a potential source of pain.

"Calm down. I have no intention of harming you." As the boy attempted to melt into the wall Wu Fei grimaced. It wasn't that he was ignoring what was being said to him, but rather that he was unable to hear.

"You won't be harmed. Please calm down and tell me your name." Wu Fei shoved the notepad in front of the boy. Startled green eyes rose from the floor to stare at the Chinese pilot. Dropping the pencil and paper where the boy could reach them he backed off slightly.

"Harry. You really won't hurt me?"

"Why would we?" Wu Fei resolved to find out where Harry lived and make whoever put him in this state pay. Justice would be served. "Who are your parents?"

"Dead."

"Where do you live then?" Wu Fei was unable to react as Harry tensed for a second before scrambling to his feet and stumbling to the door. It was as if he was paralysed, only able to watch as Harry attempted to escape. "TROWA! QUATRE!" The other two pilots would stop him before he managed to leave the house.

Harry praised his luck as he ran towards the door of the house. A burst of magic had frozen the Chinese boy and allowed him to escape the room where he was being held without interference. He had said that he wouldn't hurt Harry, but he wanted to know where he lived. He would return him to the Dursleys and they would punish him for disappearing.

The other two that Harry had seen moved to intercept him and he raised a hand, calling on the magic that was still bubbling beneath his skin. Red bolts flew across the room, hitting the small blonde and barely missing the taller one, who dodged away with athletic grace. While the taller one was checking his friend Harry ran for the door, only to collide with someone else.

He staggered back, reaching for anything he could to correct his balance and prevent his fall. Eventually his hand brushed against a braided rope and he grabbed it. His fall halted for a second before something gave way. He was pinned as something, probably whatever the rope was attached to, fell on top of him. Face down, he waited for someone to switch the lights on and break the pitch-blackness he was trapped in.

Duo cursed rapidly as someone collided with him in the dark hallway, the insults only growing in intensity as that same person added insult to injury by using his own braid to drag him down to the floor with him. He doubted that it was another pilot, the frailty of the body beneath him not fitting any of his friends. Unfortunately whoever it was didn't seem keen on letting go of the braid, especially since lapsing into unconsciousness.

"TRO! QUAT! WU-MAN!" The light snapped on and Duo painfully turned his head to see which of the other pilots had responded. "Get this guy off my hair!"

Trowa gently pried the boy's fingers from the chestnut braid, eyes fixed on the boy the whole time. "Who is he Tro?"

"An enigma. I brought him here after rescuing him from a gang. He's terrified of everything, even Quatre," Duo blinked. Quatre the kind hearted pilot of Gundam 04? No one was scared of him, not even OZ soldiers. At least not until his heat shotels were buried in their suits. "He knocked Quatre out and paralysed Wu Fei somehow."

"Wow. Want him placing in the treatment room?" Trowa nodded, letting Deathscythe's pilot take the boy's weight. "Taking out two pilots. Even off guard, which it looks like you and Quat were, that's a difficult feat." Duo indicated the fresh hickey on Trowa's exposed neck, which the acrobat covered quickly.

"Wu Fei says he's deaf and possibly mute, so be careful with him." Duo nodded, smirking at Trowa's discomfort. The European was still shy about his relationship with Quatre, and Duo's comments didn't help him in any way. "Any idea on when 01 will return?"

"Nope. Heero said something about dealing with an annoyance, so I'm guessing that Relena's managed to nearly locate us again. I just hope he doesn't kill her this time. We don't need Zechs getting mad at us because Heero harmed his sister, not that he seemed to care last time when her car somehow got between Zero and Epyon while they were fighting. Oh, hey Wu-man. Nice impression of a statue you got going there. Keep an eye on him while I fetch something to eat will ya. Yell if he wakes up." Before Wu Fei could protest Duo was gone, leaving him alone with a still unconscious Harry.

When the American returned it was with a fully loaded tray of drinks and snacks. Placing it down on the table he knelt next to Wu Fei and grinned at the Chinese pilot.

"INJUSTICE! MAXWELL! GET THIS STUFF OFF ME THIS INSTANT!" Duo had also collected Trowa's clown make up with the drinks, and Wu Fei resembled a…Duo wasn't sure what the irate pilot resembled but it wasn't his usual self. Trowa peered into the room to investigate when Wu Fei started yelling, but he retreated once he saw what Duo had done, not wanting to get involved with his prank.

"Calm down. Maybe this will cheer him up when he comes to. What did you say his name was again Wu-man? Harry, or something like that?" Duo grinned maniacally. "It's been a while since…hey, he's waking up."