My Sanctuary

Heero woke early to the sound of his laptop beeping. Glancing sideways at Duo’s sleeping face, his expression softened slightly as he brushed Duo’s bangs off of his face. Duo was beautiful when he slept, his face calm and peaceful and utterly innocent…and Heero never failed to be reminded how much he loved Duo. Smiling ever so slightly, he slipped from bed and walked over to the desk across the room.

Sighing, he glanced at the clock…not even 4:00 in the morning. If Duo were awake he would be bitching about the hour. Early mornings were not kind to his braided lover, and Duo made his irritation with the morning known until he got a few cups of coffee and some sugar ridden breakfast item into him.

The words filled the screen instantly and Heero sighed, a mix of emotions filling him. First and foremost was relief…it was nice to have an assignment, to have something valuable to do for the world…especially after having gone weeks without anything constructive to do. Warring the relief was trepidation. It made him uneasy to leave his little family with a strange wizard who had proven himself to be dangerously adept at his craft. None of them knew Harry, and frankly, Heero still didn’t trust the wizard…and he wasn’t sure how Harry was going to take their decision.

Duo stirred as he closed his laptop. “Hee-chan?” He asked groggily, raising his head, hair a tangled mess.

“Good morning, Duo.” Heero replied mildly. Duo had the kind of hair a man loved to plunge his hands into, had the kind of hair that he liked to feel over his naked chest. The chestnut locks were even beautiful now, when tangled and messy from sleep…and other…various activities.

Duo blinked at him. “The sun isn’t even up yet.” He complained. “What are you talking about, morning…” Trailing off, he rubbed his face and gazed blearily at the clock.

Three…two…one Vicious swearing filled the room even as Heero reached for his bag, stuffing a change of clothing into it before pulling off the boxers he had slept in.

Duo glowered at him. “It’s 3:48 in the morning! What is WRONG with you? Where the hell are you going? Get back in bed like a normal person!”

Heero pulled on a pair of jeans and slipped into a green tank top. He would get the clothing more suited to his mission when he got to L1. “I have a mission, Duo. I’ve got to go.”

Duo’s eyes narrowed on him and Heero inwardly groaned. Duo was going to make this difficult. Damn, he wished that his lover was a heavier sleeper. “We’re on vacation, Heero.” There was death in Duo’s voice.

“I realize that.” Heero replied quietly. “And normally I wouldn’t go…especially with the wizard here…but it’s important and it’s something only I can do.”

“Which is?” Duo asked sweetly.

Heero gave his lover a dry look. “You know better than that. I can’t tell you. If I tell you,”

“and I get noticed or captured it’s a huge security breach.” Duo intoned with him. “Don’t preach to me, Heero Yuy. I’m aware of the rules. I’m just pissed off.”

Heero pulled on his shoes and walked over to the bed, leaning over his irate lover. “I know. And I’m sorry.” And he was…sort of. “It’s only a 24 hour mission. I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning.”

Duo’s eyes narrowed on him. “I’ll be up to make sure you do.”

Heero kissed Duo swiftly. “I’m counting on it.” He whispered. “We can celebrate my success.”

Duo laughed in spite of himself, and Heero’s face softened as he kissed Duo again before straightening. “Be careful, Duo…let Harry know our decision, and make sure that nothing happens. You can reach me on my laptop if there’s an emergency.”

Duo nodded and laid back down, curling in the big bed. Heero had to smile slightly, tucking his laptop beneath his arm. Duo looked like a child in that bed, a sleepy, irate, amused child. “I love you.” Heero whispered before slipping silently from the room.

0 0 0

Wufei entered the house just as the sun was setting, the scent of dinner in the air. He raised one eyebrow as he spotted Trowa in the dining room, seated beside Quatre. They were in intense conversation, but Quatre looked up as he entered, and smiled. “Smells too good for Maxwell to be cooking.” Wufei said quietly. “…did we order in?”

Quatre smiled at him. “Harry’s cooking.”

For a moment, Wufei had no idea who he was talking about…and then he remembered. He had left for meditation and fencing practice early that morning and hadn’t bothered to return. Duo had been a pain in the ass first thing in the morning, it had seemed imperative to him to get out as soon as possible. “I see.”

Though Wufei didn’t ask if someone had been watching the wizard to ensure nothing…unpleasant was done to the food, he could tell that the others could guess his concern. “Duo’s with him.” Trowa said quietly, sipping from a glass of water in front of him.

As if summoned by the mere mention of his name, Duo bounded into the room, a pan in each hand. “Pizza!” He crowed happily. “Harry’s a fantastic cook.”

Harry entered behind him, a salad bowl and water glass in his hands, and he blushed at Duo’s words. “It’s just pizza.”

“Ah but much appreciated.” Quatre put in calmly. “And you must understand…Duo’s idea of fine cuisine is a microwave hot dog or prepackaged ramen.”

Duo pouted. “I like ramen.” He protested.

Harry smiled at that and sat down at the table, setting down the salad bowl. “I see.” He spooned some of the salad onto his plate, taking a slice of pizza.

“He even made the crust on his own!” Duo exulted excitedly.

Wufei exchanged a look with the other pilots. Duo was getting too close to the wizard, was too accepting of him. Such attachment was dangerous. “Where did you learn to cook, Harry?” Quatre asked calmly.

Harry froze and an odd mix of emotions crossed his face. Quatre’s breathing hitched, and Wufei glanced sideways at the Arab’s lover. Trowa’s eyes were fixed on Quatre’s face, and there was something dark in his green eyes when he finally met Wufei’s gaze. “I cooked often for my aunt and uncle.” Harry replied softly, his voice calm.

So much wasn’t said after listening to his past after he took the potion. They all knew that Harry’s past had been horrendous, that he had suffered greatly under the care of people who were supposed to care about him.

Harry looked up slowly as he took a bite of his pizza. “You’re all tense.” He paused. “I take it you’ve made a decision about my petition.”

Wufei wondered how long Harry had known what their decision was. He could see in the emerald green eyes that Harry had a good idea what the answer would be, and had to admire the way he remained calm, seemed resigned and casual about it. “Yes.” Quatre conceded when nobody else looked like they wanted to speak. “We have.” He paused. “We’ve decided not to accompany you back. There is no guarantee we’d survive, no guarantee that we could return and this world needs us.”

The words following it remained unspoken, but Wufei could tell that Harry could still hear them in the air. They owed Harry nothing. They didn’t know him. They had no reason to trust him. Harry nodded. “That’s all right.” He replied quietly. “I suspected as much. When the time comes…I’ll go alone.”

He didn’t look as if the knowledge and prospect bothered him much. Mostly he just looked resigned, calm. Wufei saw the darkness in his eyes though and knew that the darkness bothered Quatre as well.

The rest of dinner was a tense misery. Duo tried hard to maintain a lively conversation, but Heero’s lack of presence in the room bothered his braided lover. Quatre also spoke often, but like Harry, their decision was weighing on him and it made things awkward as they exchanged pleasantries. Neither Wufei nor Trowa bothered to try, though Trowa commonly looked uneasily at Quatre’s face.

The tension mounted as 10:00 rolled by with no word from Heero. Wufei wasn’t concerned nor surprised, but Duo was beginning to pace. This was what both irritated the hell out of him about Duo and endeared him toward the braided pilot. Duo worried sick over all of them. He was accepting of their missions, knew that they occasionally ran long or that there were complications…and worried just the same.

Quatre and Trowa bowed out around 11:30, but Harry seemed content to keep Duo company, his trunk open as he explained how things worked, giving Duo something to focus his restless energy on.

Duo was delighted out of his worry momentarily by the candy. Fizzing Whizbees, Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, even Cockroach Clusters all had to be tasted and analyzed while Harry made drawling comments that made Duo laugh so hard he choked on a piece of frog. The trading card had to be examined followed by a look through Harry’s photo album. Sighing, Wufei opened a book.

Not even Harry’s trunk of tricks could distract Duo as 4:00 came…and went. Each minute seemed to take more out of the braided pilot, who paced through the room like a caged tiger, his amethyst eyes bright with concern and barely contained energy. “Where the hell is he?!” Duo snarled.

To Wufei’s surprise, Harry had remained awake with Duo, and now sat curled on a recliner, hugging his knees to his chest. “Is there any way you can get in touch with him?”

Duo paced. “Not without compromising his mission.”

Harry nodded. “I thought not.”

The tense silence fell. Sometime during the evening either Duo or Harry had turned on the TV, and it played in the background but nobody in the room looked at it. Wufei would have liked to turn the machine off, but knew that if he did, Duo would snap and explode and they would be lucky if there wasn’t a bloodbath.

By 6:00 there were dark hollows beneath both Harry and Duo’s eyes, and Wufei knew he probably sported a similar state. The tension mounted. “Good morning….” Quatre’s usual greeting fell silent as he got a good look at the people in the room. “…he hasn’t come back has he?” He asked quietly.

Duo snarled in reply. “No.”

Quatre paused. “…I’m sure he’s fine.”

It was funny how things seemed to work. None of them had said those words, almost as if it was a jinx, as if by saying it they would doom Heero. Wufei’s laptop began to beep.

Duo leaped forward, but Wufei beat him to it, opening the machine. A hollow feeling filled his stomach. Wordlessly, unable to speak, he turned the computer to Duo.

Duo leaned over to read the words on the machine, his eyes widening with each line, his face going so pale that he swayed. Alarmed, Harry started forward, but had to lunge to grab Quatre before he fell over as the emotions of Duo swept around the room. “He was captured.” Duo whispered. “The bones in his body were mangled in the pictures that were sent. Terrorists.”

A bleak note entered Duo’s voice. Trowa had entered the room sometime during the last few minutes, but Wufei hadn’t seen him come. Wordlessly, Trowa wrapped his arms around Duo in a comforting and brotherly hug.

Trowa was not often a touchy-feely person unless it was with Quatre. The hollow pit in Wufei’s stomach grew wider. Nobody spoke as he closed the laptop. Nobody suggested going after Heero, nobody suggested anything as a wordless howl issued from Duo’s mouth.

Wufei was the first to notice Harry packing up his trunk, his face intense. He didn’t blame the wizard…this was not the place for him. Heero was either dead or dying, Harry had no place here among them. He was an outsider, awkward. Unwanted. “Where is he being held? Do they know?”

The words were met with stunned silence. Wufei had expected some idiot words of sympathy or awkwardly taking his leave…he was NOT expecting the calm fury in Harry’s voice or the determination in his green eyes. “Harry…” Quatre began slowly, and there were tears in his eyes that didn’t fall. The Arab’s body trembled and Wufei knew that he would have liked to take comfort from Trowa, but Trowa was busy cradling Duo’s head on his shoulder. “The bones in his body shattered. He’s dead.”

The words were brutally cutting in the air and Duo howled again. Whether Heero was truly dead or not, they all knew the truth…Heero was a liability to his friends and to his government. He wouldn’t WANT to survive if captured. Not if it would put Duo or the rest of them in danger.

Harry’s eyes narrowed slightly. “There was no guarantee he was dead.” He replied tightly.

“Harry…” Quatre tried again.

Harry’s wand shot out into his hand and he pointed it at Quatre’s head. “Tell me.” He snarled. “Tell me where he is.”

Duo lifted his head slowly. “You can’t rescue him.” He said in a dead voice.

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “I’m going home in a few hours.” He replied tensely. “What do I have to lose?”

0 0 0

If it was a normal day, Harry would have been delighted by the ship ready to take him into space. Space flight, the stations orbiting the globe…all were either elementary in his world or entirely theoretical. With Duo sitting beside him, body so tense that Harry’s bones ached in sympathy and Wufei skillfully and silently piloting the ship from the front, Harry wished he was anywhere else.

His eyes flickered to the small clock on the dash. Almost 7:00….how much time did he have left? When had he arrived? He wished he had kept his watch…at least the damn thing could have been the countdown. “What time did I fall into the lake?” He asked tightly.

For a moment he didn’t think anyone was going to answer him as Duo’s fingers tapped an impatient rhythm on his chair and Wufei adjusted the pressure in the cabin slightly. He jumped when Wufei spoke, voice icy and devoid of emotion. “About noon give or take a few minutes.”

Harry nodded. “All right.” He whispered. “Noon.” That gave him a little under 5 hours or so if he wanted to be safe. He had five hours to find Heero and get him away from the enemies who held him and begin the healing regimen. He swore under his breath. Shattered bones. Even if he did manage to get Heero, he wasn’t sure he could complete the healing in the amount of time he had left. Damn! He would kill for Hermione right about now.

He hesitated a moment before pulling out his trunk. “What are you doing?” Duo asked in a tight voice.

Harry was surprised to hear him speak at all. “I’m getting some help, Duo.” He pulled his special trunk and withdrew the potion holder. He took out the small bottle filled with clear liquid. “I want everyone to take a gulp.”

“What is it?” Wufei demanded tensely.

“Liquid luck.” Harry murmured. “One of the hardest potions to make correctly in our world. Bottles of liquid luck sell for a very large amount of money.”

“How do you know it’s made correctly?!” Wufei demanded.

Harry rolled his eyes. “My potions master at school might be an ass…but he’s bloody brilliant.” Extremely brilliant after reading his potions workbook. “While he would give ME the wrong thing, he wouldn’t give the school nurse the wrong thing and she gave it to me. It’s safe.” To prove his point, he drew out the bottle and tipped it back, taking a gulp.

The familiar feeling of instant gratification and confidence filled him. They could do this and they would do the impossible in five hours. He passed the bottle to Duo. Whether Duo trusted him or he simply didn’t care one way or the other if it WAS poison, he tipped his head back and took a gulp. Harry strongly suspected it was the latter reason, but didn’t comment.

Duo’s eyes widened in surprise. “I feel…”

“Invincible.” Harry whispered. “We can do this.”

Duo laughed, a slightly hysterical sound. “I think we can.”

Wufei grabbed the bottle but corked it. “Someone has to be the level head around here.” He shoved the bottle back at Harry. “You dishonor us all by giving him false hope.”

Harry’s face darkened and his eyes flashed. “I’m not giving him false hope!” He argued coldly. “I’m GOING to get Heero out of there…whether you like it or not.”

Wufei didn’t speak, but his back was incredibly tense. “We’ll be landing in a few minutes.” He announced nearly a half hour later. “Did you both change?”

Both Harry and Duo nodded. Harry was in a worn jumpsuit, a small patch on his breast. Duo sported a black shirt with a white priest’s collar and a look in his violet eyes that made him look slightly insane. “Let’s do it.” Duo whispered.

“First step?” Wufei asked as they slid into the hanger in a smooth motion.

“Find Heero.” Harry replied tensely. “As quickly as possible. Do you have ANY other information?”

Wufei paused. “Just that they’re on this station and that they’re terrorists. Their treatment of Yuy is probably public knowledge.”

“Can you hack the police scanners?” Duo asked tightly. “See if we can’t recognize where he is? Get Une or someone on it too…it would give us a good idea where they’re keeping him.”

“What makes you think he’s alive?” Wufei asked coldly.

Harry’s heart clenched. “If they’re broadcasting his fate to make a point, he’s alive…barely maybe but he’ll be alive until they decide it’s not worth the demonstration anymore.”

Silence. Both Wufei and Duo turned to look at him, and exchanged a long look. Harry frowned at them. “Some things.” He said coldly. “Are universal. Nothing inspires fear like watching someone be tortured and killed to make a point…especially if that person is well known.” He looked pointedly at his companions. “And you ARE well known aren’t you.”

It wasn’t a question. Wufei frowned and Duo nodded. “Yes.” He replied quietly. “We are.”

Harry nodded. “Find him.” He paced for an hour as Wufei’s fingers flew across his laptop and Duo spoke urgently into a microphone near the front of the ship.

“We’ve got him.” Duo said triumphantly. “He’s still alive…it’s being broadcasted. A few Preventers have already tried to stage a rescue but failed. Their attempt earned an explosion in a residential sector.”

Wufei’s face grew tense. “They probably have most of the residential sectors wired.”

“It would make a bigger scene.” Duo agreed. “Some of the business districts too. Lots of innocents, lots of mess if something were to happen.”

Harry paused as he thought that through. “The teams you’re in touch with…can any of them find the bombs?”

The pilots exchanged glances. “Yes…” Wufei replied reluctantly. “…but maybe not in time.”

“Maybe is better than no chance.” Harry fired back. “I want you both to head a team. Find the bombs. Disarm them or just set them aside. I can get rid of them myself if I have to at the end. Try to get them out of the way where people won’t be harmed.”

“And you?” Duo asked.

Harry ran his hands through his hair. “I’m going after Heero.”

He saw the argument in Duo’s face. Duo wanted to go after Heero too. Duo wanted to bathe the place in blood in order to rescue Heero…and that would make things messy. Wufei stared into Harry’s face. “Can your…” He hesitated, as if the word burned. “…magic…save him?”

Harry tilted his head. “I wouldn’t be going after him if I wasn’t sure. I want this public as well…that I’m going after him.”

“Why?” Wufei asked, surprised.

“After you get the bombs out.” Harry conceded. “It will attract the attention of my world.” The pilots exchanged a glance and Harry’s eyes hardened. “If the wizards want to live in this world they have to defend it. My actions will start something here…maybe something for the better.”

He could see that his words stunned both pilots. Harry slipped down. “Where’s he being held? Did you get any clues?”

“Yes.” Wufei tilted the screen toward him, his face unreadable but not hostile. “You’re going to go down toward the bottom of the station. That’s where the gravity drive is, among other things. They’ve barricaded themselves in and the authorities suspect that the workers there have been killed though there is no confirmation of that.”

Harry nodded. “All right.” He glanced over. “You have one hour to find and disarm the bombs…and then I’m going after him. Be ready for our return.”

He was met with an intense black stare and feverish amethyst. “All right.” Duo slipped from the ship and Wufei gave Harry an unreadable look before following.

Harry had been in tense spots a lot in the last six years. He had watched his friends battle mortal peril, watched people die in front of him. This didn’t make him used to the feeling and it sure as HELL didn’t make him like it. The hour crept by, the clock on the laptop mocking him as it seemed to go in reverse until Harry thought he was going to scream.

His nerves were so tight he could feel them coiled like a spring in his body as he slipped from the ship and into the hanger. On another day in another time he would have enjoyed leisurely strolling along, marveling at what science…and muggles…had come up with. Living in space…it was a sci-fi dream come true.

His steps echoed through the metal corridors as he strode toward the doors leading to the world inside of the station. Upon further reflection he knew he probably should have dressed up for the occasion as he let his wand fall into his hand and he stalked forward, ignoring the people giving him curious looks. Dressing up would have made him look far more regal, dangerous, unworldly. Oh well. He didn’t have time to play around.

He stopped the first uniformed person he met. “I need to know where the terrorists are.” He said coldly, in his best no-nonsense voice.

The guard gave him a look that clearly said he was pretty sure Harry was mental. “Are you off your rocker kid?”

Harry dug his wand into the man’s throat. “No.” He replied calmly. “I’m not. Tell me where to find the terrorists and their captives. I’m here to rescue them.”

He felt cliché. He felt like a cheesy actor in a cheesy movie or bad TV show. It didn’t matter. The man stepped back slightly when the wand dug into his skin, but steadied himself as he realized that the wand wasn’t sharp. He leveled a gun at Harry’s head. “Now now, lad. I know you’re upset but enough of this stupidity. Go home. Do something useful.”

Harry sighed. He hated hurting innocent people. His wand didn’t move but the gun shot from the guard’s hand and he stepped back, holding his wand steady at it. The gun pointed directly at the guard’s head. “Take me to them.” He ordered quietly. “Or I’ll shoot you and find someone who can help me.”

The guard’s eyes had gone very wide and his face paled so quickly Harry was afraid he was going to collapse. Shit. Please don’t faint, please don’t faint, please don’t faint.

The guard steadied himself and licked his lips. “How…”

“My name is Harry Potter.” Harry replied quietly. “I’m a wizard. I’m here to rescue Heero Yuy and anyone else still alive down there. Take me to them…and let it be known that if Heero winds up dead or any other bombs are set off, I will be extremely displeased.”

He glanced around and the lights flickered, went out, then came back on with blinding force before settling down again. “Any other questions?” Harry asked sweetly.

The guard stared at him and Harry wondered if he had overdone it. They had stirred quite a crowd by now, and he could have sworn he saw Wufei’s face in the group. He didn’t take his focus off of the gun and the guard as the man slowly turned and led him away from them.

Word apparently traveled quickly on a space station. People were there to watch him everywhere that he went. Some gazes were hopeful, others openly hostile. Nobody approached after the initial few had tried and had hit Harry’s shields as if they were solid walls. Harry stopped just outside of a massive locked door and glanced at the guard. “If there are still men alive down there, will there be people waiting to help them and take the terrorists prisoner?”

The guard stared at him. “You weren’t joking were you?”

Harry wanted to laugh. “I don’t normally hold people at gunpoint if I’m not serious.” He assured the man.

The man studied him. “The preventers will be here to take the terrorists and wounded alike.”

Harry nodded. “Go.” He ordered tightly. “You won’t want to be around here for this.”

The guard hesitated and Harry gave him a fierce look before turning back to the door. Metal. Strong metal. Strong, solid metal. He waved his wand. “Alohamora.” The locks engaged and the door opened slowly. Harry turned back toward the guard still watching him. “Simple spells are easier than breaking the door down.” He explained as brightly as he could manage. “Though probably not as impressive. You probably need this door later though.” He stepped through.

The area beyond was well lit and machines lined all walls, glowing panels softly illuminating the floor. Harry studied the panels before continuing. He would have liked to explore the technology…but he didn’t have time or patience right now. He could hear voices.

Normally he would have employed a spell Fred and George Weasley had taught him, pulling the air up before he stepped to mask voices and footsteps. He would have changed into the boots Charlie Weasley had given him for his birthday the year before which never betrayed a footfall. He did neither. He strode confidently forward, wand at the ready, feeling like a fool…but mostly because the whole thing struck him as laughably cliché.

Shadows gathered around something on the floor and a camera was set up. Harry’s heart leaped into his chest. The sack on the floor…probably Heero. He didn’t focus on that, knowing that if he did, if he took the time to assess the damage done to his new acquaintance, he would end up in trouble. As he entered, he wondered what he was supposed to say. They weren’t really friends…he didn’t know ANYTHING about this muggle with the snapping blue eyes, he had been badgered by Heero most of the way so far. “Let the muggle go.” Back to cliché super hero. Great. Still, it would sound good to the wizards living in this time when they heard it. He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes and he was suddenly grateful that his friends were not there to witness this.

Three people whirled toward him, and Harry didn’t hesitate, stunning spells shooting across the room. He clicked his tongue as he walked forward. “Sloppy.” Holding out his hand, he was careful not to look at the body on the floor and removed the spell from one of the fallen men. “Petrificus Totalus.” His body shot together. Harry released the binding on his mouth. “I want you to tell me if there are any others in here.”

The man glared at him and Harry sighed impatiently. “You’re going to be taken by the authorities one way or another, and whatever they do to you is their own business. Now you can tell me or not. I don’t really care. We both know I can take care of whoever comes.”

“Four.”

“Good boy.” Harry purred. As men swarmed through the door and toward them, Harry straightened and met the clear blue eyes of a tall blond man. “There should be four left in here. Dunno how many of the technicians are still alive.”

The man studied him and Harry knelt beside Heero, finally trusting himself to look at him. Heero’s body was mangled. Harry swore under his breath. The pilot was almost entirely gone, unconscious, his face too pale. “Unnatural.” The terrorist who could still speak said. “He didn’t even scream. Freaks both of you.”

Harry looked up sharply. “You would think that.” He agreed. Looking down at Heero’s body, he swore under his breath. He didn’t have near the expertise needed to save the pilot. Nowhere NEAR what it would take. Frantically, he thought for a long moment before lifting Heero’s body into the air. He led the broken pilot’s body forward and stopped dead as he saw Duo waiting for him just outside of the ship.

Duo’s face was so pale it was nearly translucent and his eyes were too big for his head. He stared wordlessly at Harry then looked at Heero. He choked and Wufei had to support him as he fainted. “I’ve seen Maxwell face stronger stuff than this and not flinch.” Wufei muttered, as if needing to assure Harry that Duo Maxwell was no wimp.

Harry nodded. “It’s different when it’s a friend.” He led Heero’s body forward. “I can’t fix him.”

Wufei closed his eyes. “I didn’t think you…”

Harry cut him off. “But I know someone who can.” Wufei stopped talking. He stared dumbly at Harry. Harry ran a hand through his hair. “We need to get back and talk to the others.”

Wufei paused. “Will he make it?”

Harry hesitated. “I think so…but don’t quote me on that. I’d like to remove the bones in his body and alleviate some of the stress but I’m not sure what that will do. If they punctured something, that might be the only thing keeping the wounds from getting really bad.”

Wufei studied him and then nodded. He hauled Duo onto the ship and dumped him into a chair before swinging himself down into the pilot’s seat. “I’ll break a few laws but I can have us there within the hour.”

“Hurry.” Harry urged. “I can’t feed him potions until I know what’s wrong. GO!”

Wufei nodded and Harry shoved the bottle of luck at him. Wufei didn’t hesitate, tipping back his head and dumping the last of the potion into his mouth.

It took no longer than 40 minutes to get back to Earth…but it seemed to take so much longer than that to Harry. He could see both Trowa and Quatre were waiting for them outside and was grateful for that. It would make this so much easier.

Harry didn’t wait for them to speak, standing by the door. “I can’t fix him…but I know someone who can. The internal damage is too great for me. You have two choices. I can try to find the wizards here and pray that the magical hospital is still open and can heal him…or you can come back with me and I’ll take him to the hospital wing. You have fifteen minutes or so until I have to leave…decide.”