Suspicious Behavior: Part Two

By Staryday

A/N: This is part of what is now planned to be a three part series. It is a squeal to Suspicious Behavior which can be found on my profile. I highly recommended reading that one first or you'll be confused.

Chapter One of Two:

Heero was calmly sipping his tea and searching through some old paperwork early in the morning. He didn't really have to be up so early but waking up at the crack of dawn was one trait that had never left him after the war ended years ago. Heero didn't really mind the habit though, he enjoyed the peace of the mornings before the maids and Duo woke up and started making noise. Heero finished his tea and stood to get another cup just as Quatre walked in, fully dressed and ready to start the day. The blonde smiled at his friend, more than used to seeing Heero up early and drinking tea.

"Good morning, Heero. Did you sleep well?"

Heero grunted and poured himself some tea.

"It's supposed to rain today," Quatre said. "But with how sunny it is, I don't think it will." The sun was beaming in through the windows and warmed the house. "That's the only thing I don't like about being on Earth. You can never be sure about the weather. It's so much easier in the colonies where everything's regulated."

"It will rain."

Quatre raised an eyebrow as Heero handed him a cup of tea. "Thank you. What makes you say that?"

"There are no birds chirping. The wind is cool. A warm front has just moved in and our weather has been cold the last two days."

"Well I've learned by now not to doubt your weather predicting abilities so I'll be sure to bring an umbrella to work today. Thank you again, Heero."

Heero grunted and sat back at the table.

"Have you eaten yet? I'm in the mood for pancakes."

"Blueberry, please."

Quatre smiled and nodded as he gathered the ingredients for pancakes. It had taken a long time for Heero to stop being the perfect-soldier and remember how to be a human being. After the war Quatre had taken the teen in and helped remind him what it was like to have feelings and wants. Heero had been so clueless about normal life but, like always, had caught on pretty quick. Now years later, he expressed his likes and dislikes and would ask for things that he wanted, not just what he needed.

Quatre switched the news on as he cooked and it wasn't long before the smell of food brought a half-asleep Duo through the door. He plopped down in a chair next to Heero, closing his eyes and seeming to fall back asleep. Heero stared at him a moment before standing and making his friend a pot of fresh coffee.

"Duo," Quatre called, "How would you like your pancakes?" There was muffled grunt from the teen. "What was that?"

Duo lifted his head just slightly from the table. "Cooked."

Quatre rolled his eyes. "Fine, you're getting them plain."

Duo dropped his head back down and groaned miserably to himself. Heero appeared a minute later with a steaming cup of coffee and waved it front of his friend's face. Duo popped an eye open and watched the dancing cup intensely. He waited a moment before snatching for the cup with lightening speed. Heero smirked and pulled the coffee away, making Duo whine loudly.

"Hee-chan! You're cruel."

Heero handed the drink over and retook his seat. The kitchen was silent except for the sound of the TV in the background and Quatre cooking the pancakes. Duo downed his first cup of coffee in one go before pouring another one that he took his time to finish.

"So either of you guys heard from Wufei or Trowa lately?" Duo asked into the quiet.

"Trowa is still in the colonies with Cathy," Quatre answered. "And I think Wufei was visiting China recently."

"He left China two days ago and is in space now," Heero told them. "There is a special ceremony taking place to remember the destruction of L5."

"You've been in contact with him?"

"We keep each other appraised of our situations."

"Heero speak for they exchange letters." Duo snickered.

"I wish he would have told us. I would have gladly gone with him."

"Wufei prefers to mourn in private."

Quatre nodded. "That's true. But I still would have liked to support him. Maybe I can call Trowa and see if he could go." Quatre turned to the stove off and quickly served the pancakes. "I think I'll go do that now."

He hurried from the kitchen, leaving Duo and Heero to serve themselves. The two ate quietly but only because Duo was too busy stuffing his face to talk. He suddenly stopped eating his second pancake and swallowed hard, staring at the TV. He nudged Heero.

"Turn it up."

Heero did so and they both watched as the news switched to a live press conference. Headlines lined the screen announcing the escaped mass-murder Sirius Black, who had been on the run for almost five years, had been found and cleared of all charges. The true murderer of the fifteen people had been caught and confessed to everything, including framing Sirius Black. The press conference showed Sirius with a large smile waving at all the cameras.

"Well would you look at this shit." Duo grinned. "I remember him. Two years ago, right?" Heero nodded. "And look who's with him."

Harry Potter joined his godfather on the stage, looking distinctly uncomfortable with all the cameras and reporters. Sirius grinned and wrapped an arm around his shoulder and Harry relaxed as he smiled at his godfather.

A reporter with curly blonde hair and cat shaped spectacles stood and hollered over the gathered crowd. "Rita Skeeter, independent reporter. Mr. Black, now that you've been cleared of all charges, what do you plan to do?"

The crowd fell silent, their pens poised to take notes. Sirius grinned from ear to ear and ruffled Harry's hair. "What I should have done sixteen years ago. I'm going to legally adopt my godson and fulfill my duty as godfather."

Harry's face lit up like a kid's on Christmas. He wrapped an arm around Sirius' shoulder and stood with the man proudly.

"Mr. Potter, are you excited for your godfather's innocents?"

Harry seemed hesitant to answer but Sirius nudged him towards the microphones. Harry cleared his throat and tried to speak quietly but the microphones amplified his voice. "I found out Sirius was innocent when I was thirteen. The fact that it's finally been proven is a great relief.

"Are there any hard feelings towards the government for having wrongly imprisoned you?"

Sirius shrugged and waved his hand dismissively. "I don't have time for grudges. I've lost a big chunk of my life because of this and I don't plan on losing anymore being angry. It's over, the truth is out, and I can happily be with my family again."

More questions were shouted but Sirius just waved and led Harry off the stage. The news flashed back to the anchor who began to summarize the interview and repeat the story. Duo switched the TV off and leaned back in his chair, his hands resting above his head.

"You know, the last time we interviewed him, I asked him if he was telling the truth. I didn't believe his story but I believed that he believed it."

"Hn."

"You went to see him a couple days after that, right? What'd he say?"

Heero thought back to that time, remembering what he had seen. He had gone to speak with Harry, having felt guilty for hitting him and wanting to speak about the fact that they had kissed. When he saw Harry with an unknown man, Heero had decided to wait for the person to leave before confronting the teen. But then the two had vanished, literally, into thin air. Heero had searched for an answer and came up empty handed. Harry had disappeared and, until today, Heero had never seen or heard from him again.

"Heero?"

"I never spoke with him. He had left his relative's home before I arrived."

"Too bad." Duo grabbed his cup. "I'm kinda glad it turned out like this." Heero looked at him. "Yeah. The kid was cute. He was a stubborn little bastard but he was honest. I like happy endings like this."

"He did appear pleased."

Duo glanced at his long time partner and friend. Heero was staring at the dark TV with a pensive face. Suddenly, Duo grinned. He had just gotten an awesome idea.

"Oh come on Une-baby!" Duo whined throwing himself over Une's desk and staring up at her with large puppy eyes. "We gotta have some sway!"

Une removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes, using every ounce of self-control she possessed to stop herself from throwing one of her best agents out the window. Duo had come barging into her office first thing in the morning and had been there for the last two and half hours. The only thing keeping Une from shooting the ex-pilot was fear of the retribution that would be wrought by Heero and the others. Though maybe she could explain the situation to Wufei and he would sympathize with her enough to protect her from the other three.

"You're one of the most powerful women in all of Earth and space. Do some politics, push people around, call in favors, blackmail someone for all I care."

"Why are you so obsessed with this anyway?" Une sighed. "The case was closed over two years ago."

"I know that. But Heero's still got a crush on that kid, I'm sure of it!"

"Agent Yuy is not one to get hung up on a single person."

"Which makes this such a special case."

Une rubbed her forehead. "Duo, I'm not using my power to drag this man back in under some bogus suspicion after he's been wrongly imprisoned for thirteen years and hunted for five."

"But this is for Heero! If we bring this guy in then his Godson is sure to follow and Heero gets to see him again."

"Or we could just find his address and Heero can go see him on his own."

"He won't do that, you know how stubborn he is." Duo rested his head on Une's desk and pouted up at her. "Please? Can't you do this just this once? It's for Heero and if anyone deserves to be happy, he does. Don't you see, Une? If you do this you'll be giving him that shot that we all know he deserves."

Une's resolve faltered and Duo knew he had won. The older woman had always had a soft spot for the former Gundam pilots but for Heero especially. If this was really the best way for Heero to reconnect with an "old flame" as Duo referred to it as, then she wouldn't stand in the way. With an angry sigh, Une waved her hand dismissively.

"Do what you want, Maxwell. I won't interfere."

Duo cheered and dashed out the door.

Harry sat with Sirius in Grimauld Place in the kitchen drinking tea while Sirius had a glass of firewisky. They had just returned home from the press conference and both were pretty wiped out after all the hounding reporters got through with them. They had returned to the former headquarters for some much needed privacy.

"If only Dumbledore were alive to see this," Harry spoke quietly. "He would be happy."

"He was a damn good man." Sirius took a drink. "I'll miss him."

They fell quiet again, sipping their drinks. Searching for a topic, Harry commented, "I've never seen a press conference like that before."

"What do you mean?"

"It was muggle but there were wizards reporters everywhere. Even Rita Skeeter was there."

"That'll be a pleasant article to read, I'm sure." Sirius rolled his eyes. "Mixed conferences don't happen very often. Only in the rare cases when the muggles are informed about what's happening in our world. They want to have another conference with just wizards so they can ask more specific questions but I told them to shove it. I'm done with the press."

Harry grinned. "I know the feeling."

Sirius smiled back and ruffled Harry's hair. "Well pretty soon you'll be my official charge, legally. You excited?"

"Not really." Sirius took on a hurt expression and Harry suppressed a laugh. "I'm more afraid than anything." The former convict shoved him and Harry smirked. "We should get going. Remus will start to worry if we're late."

"Yeah, yeah, wouldn't want to worry old worry-wart Remus." Sirius grumbled and stood with a groan. "I must be getting old."

"You passed old a couple years ago."

"You keep talking like that and I'll ground you."

"You can't ground me. I'm the boy-who-lived. I have diplomatic immunity."

"I would love to punch whoever told you that. I swear, you use that as an excuse for everything now. Why are you late to class, Mr. Potter? Because I have diplomatic immunity. Why didn't you do your homework, Harry? Because my diplomatic immunity prevents me from getting into trouble if I don't do it."

Harry scowled at Sirius' mocking tone. "I do not do that!"

"Sure you don't…" Sirius patted his head. "Well shall we go before we're late? Not that it matters, you have diplomatic immunity so you can be as late as you want."

Harry glared and grabbed some floo powder, tossing it into the flames with huff. Sirius followed him with a smirk. Harry had a long way to go before he would be able to beat him in a battle of wits.

Harry sighed and ran a hand though his hair in a gesture that spoke of boredom and frustration. Next to him, Remus chuckled and rested his hand on Harry's shoulder, patting it reassuringly.

"We're almost done, Harry."

"Why does adoption have to be so complicated? You know, if they made it easier, I'll bet more people would do it."

"I think doing it is what put so many kids in this position in the first place."

"Remus!"

"Oh sorry, that was in bad taste. I've been spending too much time with Sirius lately."

"I've been spending time with him too, but I haven't started talking like that."

"And I hope you never do, Harry."

The two fell quiet again and Remus went back to looking at the paperwork spread before him. They had been waiting in a Ministry waiting room for almost an hour and half while Sirius was talking with a social worker. Apparently there were extensive interviews and loads upon loads of paperwork that needed to be conducted before a person was allowed to adopt. Sirius had to prove himself a worthy guardian of Harry before things could be finalized.

"Hey Remus?"

"Yes?"

"I have a question about all this."

"I'll try to answer the best I can."

"Why does Sirius have to go through all these interviews? My parents named him my Godfather before they died so shouldn't that be enough for the Ministry?

"Not always. That just gives Sirius a claim to you. The Ministry steps in and conducts these interviews to ensure that Sirius is a worthy parent. Just because he makes a good Godfather doesn't necessarily mean he'll be a good father."

"But Sirius isn't looking to be my new father!"

"He is in the eyes of the law. It is not only that but his past and your… fame make this a delicate situation."

"What do you mean?"

"In ordinary cases, a former convicted felon, even one who's been cleared like Sirius has, would never be allowed to adopt a child. But Sirius has a lot of money and influence working in his favor. Not to mention that you, who is considered old enough to have a say, has expressed your desire to be adopted by him. This is considered a very high profile case, Harry, and the Ministry is taking it extremely serious."

"Because of my celebrity status?"

"Sirius' as well. You're both famous and that fame gets you special treatment whether you want it or not."

Harry sunk down into the uncomfortable chair with scowl on his face. "I just want this to be over with. I'm already living with Sirius, why can't they just sign the paper and make it official already?"

"Just be patient a little while longer," Remus soothed. "It'll be over before you know it."

At that moment shouting echoed from down the hall. Remus and Harry looked up in confusion and recognized Sirius' voice. He was shouting loudly but they couldn't make out the words from inside the room. Remus stood up and Harry quickly followed.

"That doesn't sound good."

They hurried to the interview room and were shocked to see Sirius being restrained and his hands being bound behind his back by Aurors. Harry reached for his wand but Remus stopped him with a look. The last thing they needed was Harry being arrested.

"What is going on?" Remus shouted over the noise.

Sirius' furious eyes turned to him. "Remus! Do something! These idiots are telling me that some muggles have filed a complaint and are arresting me!"

"Muggles?" Remus repeated with a frown. "Why are muggles arresting you?"

"We're not arresting him," an Auror said. "We were just taking him there for questioning but when he resisted we bound his hands."

"Well of course I resisted! I've had bloody well enough of being questioned!"

"Calm down, Sirius!" Remus shouted. He turned to the Aurors. "They are just questioning him?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well. Sirius, go with them."

"What? Remus, you traitor!"

"Sirius, think about it. If you resist they'll just find something to charge you with and arrest you for real. Just go with them now, answer their questions and be done. I'll get a hold of Kingsley and see what he can do to fix this up."

Sirius growled like a dog but finally relented. His shoulders slumped and the Aurors removed the ropes binding him.

As they led Sirius away, Harry called out to them. "What muggles?"

An Auror paused. "A very powerful group called Preventers."

"Preventers…" Harry repeated and frowned deeply in thought. Suddenly, his eyes lit up in remembrance and Harry turned on his heel, heading straight for the exit.

Sirius growled to himself as he was forced to sit and wait in a pristine room with a wooden table and chairs. A two way mirror took up most of the wall near the door and every so often Sirius would scowl at it. Luckily for his temper, Sirius didn't have to wait long before a young man came bouncing in. He had a braid down his back and looked freshly out of his teen years. He was smiling widely and plopped ungracefully into the chair across from Sirius. If the situation were any different, Sirius probably would have liked this excitable youth with mischievous eyes.

"Well it's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Black. You probably don't remember me though, not that I blame ya, of course."

"You're right, I don't remember you." Sirius leaned forward. "Why am I here?"

"Oh about two years ago myself and my partner got real close to catching you but you managed to get away somehow."

Sirius shot him a shit-eating grin. Duo sent one right back.

"While on that mission, my partner stayed with your Godson, Harry Potter."

Sirius frowned as he thought about it. He remembered Harry telling him about a teen who had stayed with him for a month in an effort to capture Sirius. After finding out that muggle police were keeping an eye on Harry, Dumbledore had had Remus move the boy to headquarters to better hide and protect him. They had not heard from or about muggle police since then.

"I remember," Sirius said slowly. He stared into Duo's eyes. "What's your point?"

"To be honest," Duo help up Sirius' folder, "everything in here is bullshit. I just wanted to get that kid back here for a little heart-to-heart. You're just a means to an end."

Sirius was on his feet in an instant. "You even try to hurt my Godson—"

"Woah, calm down! I'm not looking to hurt him; I just want to talk, honest. He's still listed as living with the Dursleys even though he doesn't live there anymore and I couldn't find where he moved to. Hence the elaborate scheme."

"What do you want to talk to Harry about?"

Duo shook his head, smiling lightly. "Uh-uh. That's between me and the kid. He can tell you later, if he wants." Duo titled his head slightly and touched his ear before his grin spread across his face. "And here we go. I am so good at getting what I want." Duo stood and sauntered to the door. "You just wait here, okay?"

Duo hummed to himself as he rode the elevator to the lobby. The doors dinged open and he couldn't help but grin as he came face to face with a very angry teenager. Harry Potter was waiting for the elevator with his arms crossed, his foot tapping impatiently, and a dark glare on his face. He made to push past Duo but paused and peered closely at the braided man. His eyes widened in recognition and his glare doubled.

"You! You know Heero Yuy, don't you? You were his partner."

"Still am." Duo grinned. "Why don't you come with me?" He grabbed Harry's arm and jerked him into the elevator.

"Where's my Godfather?" Harry demanded. "He's been cleared of all charges; you have no right to arrest him!"

"We haven't arrested him. We're just holding him. We're allowed to hold suspected criminals for forty-eight hours until we either charge them with a crime or set him free."

"What crime are you suspecting him of?"

"Let's talk in my office."

Duo refused to answer anymore questions until they were in his private office. As they walked down the hall, Lady Une passed them. Duo grinned but the woman merely turned her head away and refused to acknowledge what her agent was doing and how he was probably breaking a thousands laws. Harry glared after her.

"Have a seat." Duo gestured at a chair as he closed the office door. "Sorry about the mess. It's cleaner when Heero's around but he's away on a mission."

Harry sat with his arms crossed angrily. "Why are you doing this? Are you mad because you couldn't catch us two years ago?"

Duo pouted. "You two just got lucky." He sat behind his desk and rested his chin on his hands, peering at Harry. "Actually, I wanted to talk."

"I'll talk after you release my Godfather!"

Duo sighed. "You got a one-track mind, kid. Then again, Heero always has liked stubborn guys. All right, fine." He grabbed the phone and pressed a serious of buttons. Someone answered immediately. "Get to work on Sirius Black's release papers. He's been cleared of all suspicion and his file is to be sealed with level ten authorization. Thank you." He hung the phone up and turned back to Harry. "There, happy now?"

Slowly, Harry unfolded his arms. "So if you didn't want Sirius, what did you want?"

"You."

Harry blinked in surprise.

"You see, Harry, we'd pretty much given up on you after that fiasco a couple years ago. But then we saw you and your Godfather on TV and well…"

"Well what?" Harry sat forward. "Why'd you come looking for me?"

Duo tugged at his braid. "Oh forget it, I've never been good at subtly, too blunt. Heero's still got a crush on you. I wanted to put you two back together and give you a second chance."

Harry gawked at him in shock before turning bright red. He averted his eyes in embarrassment and Duo couldn't help but grin.

"You two were cute together but because of what was going on, you didn't really get a chance to try anything for real. I wanted to ask if you were still interested."

"…Is, is Heero still interested?"

Duo refrained from laughing. "He is."

"Then… then why isn't he asking me instead of you?"

"Ah well…" Duo laughed nervously. "He kinda doesn't know I did this. I wanted to surprise him."

Harry frowned but Duo was quick to reassure him.

"He's still interested, I know. I've worked with the guy for years now. I know him inside and out. Trust me, kid." Harry still looked unsure and Duo reached out to poke his arm. "Just give it a try. What do you have to lose?"

Harry sat nervously in a coffee shop, picking at his thumbnail. A cappuccino was next to him that had long gone cold. He had spent the entire morning getting ready for his "date" with Heero. He hadn't gotten up the courage to tell Sirius what was going on and ended up lying to his Godfather about his whereabouts. He felt horrible for doing it but Sirius would have never allowed him to come. Currently, his Godfather thought he was meeting Ron at Fred and George's shop.

The bell above the shop door rang and Harry looked up. Heero was being led in by Duo, who was grinning like a loon. Heero was emotionless as his eyes took in the shop and its patrons. When he spotted Harry, his eyes widened and he glared at Duo suspiciously. Duo just grinned and danced out the door without a word.

Harry stood awkwardly as Heero approached the table wearily. They stood in silence for a long moment, not knowing what to say. Finally, Harry decided on a simple greeting.

"Hi."

"Hello."

The silence came back and Harry scratched his head nervously. Heero sighed to himself and pointed at the chair. "Sit." Harry stared at him. "Please."

They sat and Harry grabbed his cup to have something to do with his hands. A waitress came over and Heero ordered a black coffee without ever taking his eyes off Harry's face. The teen turned red and stared at the table. When the coffee arrived Harry looked up to find Heero still staring at him.

He finally smiled. "You're staring." Heero frowned and Harry laughed quietly. "Is that really all you do? We should call the people who run the Guinness Book of World Records. You would win the staring contest, hands down."

"Because of my militaristic training I would have an unfair advantage over others who would seek that title."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm joking, Heero."

"How did you come to be here?"

Harry sighed and began explaining about meeting Duo and what he'd done to get Harry there. Heero scowled and promised that Duo would be properly punished for disrupting their lives like that. Harry couldn't help but smile at the gesture.

"There is something I would like to ask you."

"Yeah?"

"What happened that day when you vanished into thin air?"

Harry bit his lip. He had been expecting this question and managed to come up with a fabulous lie to tell Heero. But as he opened his mouth to speak, Harry met his gaze and stopped. He hung his head.

"I'm not allowed to tell you."

"Why?"

"It's a secret. I'm sorry, Heero, but I can't say anything more than that."

"I do not like secrets."

Harry sighed and looked into Heero's eyes. "I know. I tried to lie but I couldn't." He shook his head. "This was bad idea."

Heero frowned. "Why?"

"I'm full of secrets, Heero. Not to mention that… that bad things are happening in my life right now."

"If you did not want to pursue this, why did you agree to come?"

Harry shrugged. "I just wanted to be normal for a day, I guess. You know, just go out and meet a cute guy for coffee. Well, maybe a guy meeting a guy isn't all that normal, but you know what I mean."

"What bad things?"

"Huh?"

"You said that bad things are occurring around you right now. What are they? Do they relate to your godfather? Perhaps enemies he's made or angry civilians threatening him and you by extension."

Harry was surprised by the firm tone in Heero's voice. He demanding an answer instead of asking.

"No, it's nothing like that. True, Sirius has his enemies, but I have mine too and they're a lot worse than his."

Heero's glare intensified and, despite himself, Harry shrank back into his chair. "There are currently no military threats to the world. That would suggest that your enemies are local to your area. It is mostly likely someone who has a personal vendetta against you specifically because you no longer have any ties or connections with your family. I want to know why and who is trying to harm you."

Harry blinked dumbly for a moment before smiling slightly. "I forgot how much you remind me of my friend Hermione sometimes. She's extremely smart and logical too."

"Answer my question."

"No."

Heero glared but this time Harry did not shrink away. He stared back at the older man and refused to budge. He wasn't going to bring Heero into his war. Even if Heero hadn't been a muggle, Harry would do whatever it took to keep him safe.

"I've thought about you over the last two years," Harry admitted quietly. "Just wondering how you were. I felt bad that we never got to say goodbye."

"You vanished into thin air."

"Yeah… I'm lucky Remus didn't see you standing there. I would have been in so much trouble." He chuckled lightly.

"Who is threatening you?"

"Heero, I'm sorry—"

"Can I get you a refill?" Their waitress appeared at the table so suddenly that Harry jumped slightly. Heero merely glared at the bubblegum chewing girl with bright purple and black hair. She began to refill their cups before either boy could point out they hadn't even touched their original drinks yet. As such, the cup overflowed and the hot liquid spilled onto the table.

"Oh dear me!" the girl exclaimed. She leaned over the table to snatch up a handful of napkins. As she did, her blue eyes locked onto Harry and she scowled deeply. "What are you doing here?"

"Excuse me?"

Louder, she said, "I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz, really! I'm always knocking things over or spilling something. I mean, I try to be helpful, but it doesn't always work out that way."

Harry's eyes widened as he suddenly realized who the waitress was. "Tonks!"

"Shh!" She leaned over to continue wiping the table off.

"What are you doing here?" Harry demanded.

"Me? I'm undercover! You need to get your butt out of here right now!"

"What's happening?"

"Nothing you need to get caught up in. I don't know why Sirius let you out of the house unprotected but you need to get back to headquarters now." Her eyes darted around the café quickly.

"I don't need permission from Sirius or anyone in the Order to go outside!" Harry hissed petulantly.

"Oh yes you do. With you-know-who back in full swing you should never be anywhere without protection. Now get your butt out of here and back to headquarters!" She stood up quickly. "The drinks are on me boys, to apologize. And I totally understand if you leave right now."

Harry glared at the woman but obediently stood up. He caught a quick glimpse of movement from outside and frowned as he thought he recognized some of the people. "The Order?" he whispered. His eyes scanned the street though the window and widened in shock as he spotted Bellatrix Lestrange striding down the street with a wicked smile on her face. She was dressed like an everyday, rich muggle woman.

Tonks grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the window. "There's a backdoor through the kitchen, get out. Once you're a block away, apparate straight back to headquarters."

"I can help!" Harry protested as she dragged him along. "I can fight."

"Not a chance. Now go!"

"Tonks!"

The woman stopped and grabbed her hair with a growl of frustration. "For Merlin's sake, Harry! Right now there are ten of our guys here and only three Death Eaters. We have the advantage. If you get involved and they notice, they'll call for reinforcements and then do you know what will happen? Every damn Death Eater in the world will be here, on this street, killing everyone and everything to try and get to you!"

Harry flinched and stared at the floor. He hadn't thought of that.

"Look kiddo, you want to prove you can take care of yourself, then get yourself back to safety, okay?" She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Promise me you'll go straight back to HQ."

He nodded glumly. "I promise."

"It's not that I think you can't fight—"

"I get it, Tonks. I'm leaving." Harry snatched Heero's and stared hard at Tonks. "Be careful."

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." She smiled at him before quickly shoving open the door to the kitchen. Harry dragged Heero through the pristine kitchen and out a backdoor that lead to an alley with a dumpster. He debated about going back onto the street but realized that risked him getting seen. So Harry tightened his hold on Heero's hand and led them deeper into the alley, hoping it didn't end in a dead end.

Harry was so intent on getting them out of there that he failed to notice Heero pull out his cell phone and send a quick message to his partner. Heero slipped the phone back into his pocket and then matched Harry's pace, scanning the alley around them more thoroughly.

"The Death Eaters are the enemy you spoke of," Heero stated.

"Heero, stop. I'm not explaining things."

"The Order is your ally and seeks to protect you. They did not know you were here to meet me and neither did your godfather. If you had told anyone the truth you would not have been allowed to come alone or come at all."

Harry sighed and gave up. "Yes, okay. I lied to Sirius and said I was meeting some friends at a joke shop they own."

"Your life is in danger. You should not have acted so recklessly."

"My life is always in danger, Heero." Harry stopped and leaned against a wall. "If I don't break the rules every now and again, I won't have a life worth protecting."

"That is irrelevant. You may live recklessly and fully after the threat to your life is eliminated. Until then, you must obey the one's protecting you."

"What if it doesn't get eliminated? What if I get eliminated first?"

Heero took in Harry's defensive posture and sad eyes. The teen was easy to read. He was sad and afraid but also angry. He wanted to be back at the café helping his friends fight. Heero had a feeling that Harry had only given in to the woman's demand to leave so easily because Heero was with him. He probably planned on taking Heero somewhere safe and then returning to the café to help.

"Let's go." Harry stood from the wall. "We should get further away and then you should probably go home."

The boy was very transparent. Reading him was as easy as reading a children's book for Heero. "First, I will return you to safety. Where are your people's head quarters?"

"I can't tell you that."

"I will deliver you to them and offer my services as your protector."

Harry stared at him in shock. "Why?"

"I have feelings of attraction for you, but more than that, your life is in danger. I am in a position to help you and have decided to accept the mission."

"What mission?"

"The mission to protect you."

"Heero—"

Heero took two quick steps right into Harry's personal space. The teen stumbled backwards into the wall and stared, wide eyed, at the older man. "Err…"

"I will take you to your head quarters and offer my services as your body guard. After which I will research everything there is to know about your enemies and then devise a way to defeat them, whether by death or capture. Your role will be to stay alive and out of harm's way until my mission is complete. If that requires me to lock you in a bathroom, I will do so."

"Wh—Why a bathroom?"

"So I do not have to constantly let you out to use the toilet."

They stared into each other's eyes and Heero smirked lightly at how shocked Harry was. Apparently no one had ever shoved him against a wall and threatened to lock him in a bathroom before.

"No one's ever pushed me against a wall and threatened to lock me in a bathroom for their own convenience before."

Heero grunted. This kid was the easiest person to read in the world. He caught Harry's eyes staring at his lips and smirked. He wanted to kiss Heero, but was far too shy to do it or even ask. So Heero took pity on him and leaned until they were mere millimeters away.

"Say please," he ordered.

Heero was so close that Harry felt his lips graze his when he spoke. Without even thinking about it, he whispered, "Please."

The kiss was slow and sweet. It felt like electricity passing through their lips and leaving a tingling pleasure behind. Neither boy was a very talented kisser but both seemed to know instinctively how to move and when. Harry's hand came up to rest on Heero's arm and he pressed slightly harder into the other boy's mouth. He could feel Heero smirk and then pull away.

"You need to breathe."

Harry's head was spinning slightly. "What?"

"You are holding your breath. You must breathe through your nose when you are kissing."

Harry flushed. "I know that!"

Heero raised an eyebrow.

"I do! I just, you know, I just forgot! But not because you took my breath away or some girlie stuff like that! I just, just…"

"Forgot."

"Yeah! I forgot."

Heero raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. Harry flushed red. He was about to make an angry retort when suddenly his vision blurred and his head exploded with pain. His scar burned so hot it made him dizzy. He clasped Heero's arms tightly as his legs gave out underneath him. Harry was only mildly surprised when Heero caught him and was able to hold him upright with ease. The older man was unusually strong for someone his size.

"What is happening?"

Heero's voice sounded far away. Harry felt as though he was floating, hovering in the sky like a cloud. A breeze blew and Harry could now see the fight they were running away from. He was suddenly jerked downward and could see the battle through another's eyes.

"Potter…" he hissed his own name with an evil disdain.

With a great amount of effort, Harry jerked his mind away from Voldemort's and focused on returning to his own body. Heero was still holding him up and demanding answers. Harry managed to focus his eyes onto Heero's cobalt ones.

"It was a trap!" Harry gasped. "He knew about the ambush the whole time!" He shoved Heero away and turned toward the street that was now a battlefield. Heero's strong hand snatched his arm and stopped him.

"You are not going anywhere near that fight!"

"Heero, they don't know he's there! I have to warn them before they're all killed!"

Heero's phone chose that moment to ring and he reached for it without ever releasing Harry's arm.

"Heero!" Duo's voice so loud through the receiver that Harry could here him as easily as if he were standing right next to them. "Where are you? Are you secure?"

"Affirmative. Status?"

"I got caught up in the weirdest fucking fight I've ever seen in my life!" Duo's voice faded out as explosions rang through the phone. It was a long moment before his voice filtered back in. "01, I need backup, ASAP!"

The line crackled with explosions again but this time went dead. Heero stared at it in shock; he had never heard Duo call for backup so desperately before.

"You are to return—"

"Don't even say it!" Harry stared the ex-soldier in the eye. "My friend's are in danger too!"

"I will not allow you to enter a battlefield full of unknown enemies trying to kill you."

"They're unknown to you, not me. I'm a key player in a war you don't even know is being fought. You leave me here to go find your friend and I'll follow you."

Heero knew he had no choice. Harry would carry through with his threat to follow him and he didn't have time to take him somewhere safe. Duo needed help now. Leaving him incapacitated in the alley wasn't an option either in case an enemy came this way and found him. He had no choice; if Heero wanted to help his friend, Harry was just going to have to come with him. Heero quickly flipped open his phone and sent an emergency SOS to the other ex-Gundam pilots.

"You are to stay by my side at all times. You are not to leave me for any reason. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Are you armed?"

"Yeah." Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a well cared for stick. Heero starred at it. "Duo did say it was the weirdest fight he's ever been in." Harry shifted Heero's grip so they were holding hands. "Welcome to my world, Heero. I hope you can handle it."

A/N: So a year later I finally posted a sequel to my one-shot Suspicious Behavior. This is chapter one of two. I'll post chapter two a little later, when I correct it.