Surrey Troubles

Disclaimer: Still don’t own them.
Everyone seems happy they were finally rescued. Writing the conversation between Dorjan and Wufei was really hard. Hope its okay.
Chapter 30, wow! Never thought this would end up being so long. Just shows how a story can decide to write itself.
I had a lot of fun just now, going back over the chapters because I lost track of how much time has elapsed since ch1. Turns out it has been 2 ½ yrs since Harry met the pilots and I keep calling them all teens, oops. Trowa is nearly 21 so he’s not a teen and the rest are almost 20. That means this is majorly AU since I still have the war with OZ going.

Chapter 30


“Stupid Muggle. I do not know who this Potter is but I am not him. I am Dorjan Parzifal, Prince of the Dark.” He glared at the filthy muggle that had dared to touch him.

“No, your name is Harry James Potter, son of James and Lily Potter.” He upped the intensity of his glare before looking around the room.
“My name is Chang Wufei, do you remember me Harry?”

“For the last time. My name is not Harry Potter!” Dorjan hissed and reached for his magic. Just because they’d taken his wand did not mean he was powerless. He would teach this muggle a lesson he would not live to forget. But as he reached for his power he froze in shock. The muggle gave him a sad smile.

“Don’t bother trying to use magic Harry, it won’t work.”

“What have you done to me?” He snarled.

“Nothing. You have to remember Harry. Voldemort captured you and did something to make you forget who you really are but I know you can remember. Please Harry, try.”

“I will see you dead for this filth.” He ignored what the other had said; he wouldn’t fall for any of their tricks. Either he’d find some way to escape on his own or his Father would destroy them and rescue him. He just had to wait.

“I’m sorry.” He turned back to the muggle as he felt a sharp pain in his arm. He tried to move but it was impossible as his body relaxed and his sight dimmed.

Wufei stared down at the unconscious young man sadly. It had been foolish to hope he’d be able to get through to his Harry so quickly and yet he had held onto that hope. He gently adjusted the covers, kissed Harry’s forehead softly and then moved off the bed to the chair that had been placed next to it to wait for Juri and Armando. Luckily Harry didn’t need to be conscious for them to start.

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Blaise rolled over and burrowed deeper into the comforting warmth. He hadn’t been so warm since Master had banned him from his bed. That thought was enough to bring him fully awake. He sat up and stared around in fear at the unfamiliar room. Where was he and where was Master?

“Blaise?” He looked around to see a teen his age walking towards him. He scrambled back on the bed until his back was pressed against the headboard.
“Easy Blaise. Do you know who I am?” He frowned at the blond, why did he sound hopeful? He studied him for a bit and then shook his head.
“My name’s Draco. We were best friends before.” Draco gave him a sad smile.

“Before?” Blaise asked quietly, half expecting to be struck for daring to ask but Dracos’ smile simply widened and he sat slowly on the edge of the bed.

“Before you lost your memory.” Blaise listened silently as Draco began to talk of their childhood together and didn’t even realise he was slowly relaxing and creeping closer to the blond. He noticed when their hands brushed on the quilt and froze in terror. He watched as a pale hand slowly lifted and then moved to rest lightly on top of his own. But Draco said nothing about it, never breaking in his story telling. Blaise chanced a glance at the others face to see warm grey eyes watching him. He felt his hand being gently squeezed and stared at Draco in shock. Why wasn’t he hurting him for touching him without permission? Seeing the fear and uncertainty on his face Draco paused.
“Blaise its okay. No one here will ever hurt you. You’re safe now.” Blaise stiffened as Draco pulled him into his arms but nothing happened. Draco simply went back to telling him how they had pranked Narcissa one summer when they were eight.

Draco smiled down at his friend as the dark haired boy slept peacefully in his arms. He hadn’t been sure if hugging him and refusing to let go had been the right thing to do at first but it seemed to have worked. Blaise had fallen asleep a few minutes ago, obviously still tired from the sedative. At least this meant he wouldn’t feel the next dose. As much as Draco hated to do it, it was too risky not to keep him sedated as much as possible. Draco summoned the needle and as gently as he could injected the contents into the sleeping boys arm. Blaise whimpered slightly in his sleep before settling again as the drug took affect. Draco simply shifted around so that he was leaning against the headboard and kicked his shoes off; he wasn’t going anywhere as long as Blaise needed him. He hated seeing his friend like this and found himself hoping with everything he had that the potions they had brewed would be enough to at least give him his memories back. He knew he would never truly be the old Blaise again but at least he would remember their friendship.

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Voldemort finally released Severus from the curse and the Potions Master staggered back to his place. None of his followers had been spared since he had returned to find his heir and the slave gone.

“Zabini!” Anthony Zabini stepped forward head held proudly. He knew that without the threat of harm to Blaise to keep him in line the Dark Lord would kill him but at least he would die with the knowledge that his nephew had kept his sword, Blaise was as free as he could be. He held back his screams as long as he could as Voldemort unleashed his rage on him. He panted as the curses were lifted an unknown amount of time later and stared defiantly into the monsters eyes.
“Avada Kevada.” Anthony Zabini died with a proud smile on his face.

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Wufei hovered anxiously as Juri checked Harry over carefully. The two had finally shown up half an hour ago and had promptly stared in shock at the boy they had come to love as almost a son; he looked so different, even in sleep. Juri had quickly shrugged his shock off and began giving him a thorough medical exam. He waited as Juri stopped but the man stayed silent.

“Well?”

“Physically he’s fine, now. Since last I examined him it seems he’s suffered multiple fractures in most of his bones, he is under weight but it doesn’t seem to be from starvation. He has quite a few new scars too. It’s obvious he’s been fighting a war and…”

“And?” Juri and Armando exchanged looks before Armando spoke.

“He’s been tortured at various times, most often with the cruciatus curse.” Wufei paled slightly and moved over to the bed to take hold of a limp hand.
“We’ll treat all the previous injuries first before trying anything.” Wufei nodded and sat on the bed while being careful not to get in the way. He spent the time studying Harry’s changed features and remembering what he had looked like when they first met. It was hard to believe that it had been two and a half years since he’d noticed the boy hiding behind a tree, watching them. Harry at nearly twenty looked a lot different to the underfed orphan he’d met that day. Stroking his hand softly Wufei began talking softly about the things they’d do together once the war was over while Juri began feeding Harry potions under Armando’s instructions and the Wizard began casting spells. Half an hour later they stopped for a break and to let Harry’s body rest. Fawkes had appeared a few minutes earlier, obviously ready to give whatever help he could. The phoenix was sitting on the bed next to Wufei and thoroughly enjoying the petting he was receiving from the pilot. Fawkes trilled a few notes and even unconscious Harry cringed.
“That’s not good.” Armando commented on seeing the reaction.

“Why?”

“Phoenixes are creatures of pure light, for his song to make the kid react like that while so heavily sedated... It’s going to take a lot of work to purge the Dark Magic from his system, especially since he’s definitely addicted to it.” Wufei frowned, if it was anything like a normal addiction then Harry was in for a rough time. He turned away to look at Armando but something caught the corner of his eye and he turned back to Harry. There was nothing there and yet he could have sworn…
“What is it?”

“I don’t know, I could have sworn I saw a flash of metal or something around his neck but there’s nothing there.” Armando swore softly.

“Get Bill and Draco up here now.” Juri nodded and went to call the two Wizards.

“What is it?” Wufei asked, not liking the grim look on Armando’s face.

“Sounds like something under heavy charms to keep anyone from seeing it. Obviously the magic’s wearing off with the inhibitors on most of the time. Only thing I can think of that would need to be hidden like that is a slave collar.”

“Like what Blaise is wearing?”

“Yeah. And the only person who could have put it on and therefore can take it off is…”

“Voldemort.” Wufei felt sick. If that was the case Harry would have to be kept sedated permanently inside this room so that the collar could not be used to control or kill him. The sedation would keep him from trying to follow any orders that had been previously given or from trying to escape back to his ‘Master’. The only way they knew of to free him if that were the case was to kill Voldemort but the prophecy indicated that only Harry could do that. So essentially they were screwed.

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Albus stared at his spy in shock at hearing his report. A force of Muggles, Wizards and several creatures, including of all things House Elves had attacked several of Tom’s bases and managed to wipe out a nice portion of his forces and kidnap Potter and Zabini right from under Tom’s nose. That was impossible, he was meant to have the boy, not some misfit army! Potter had a pivotal role to play in the war under his guidance, no one else’s.

“Anthony Zabini is also dead. With his son gone the Dark Lord had no way to ensure his loyalty.”

“A pity, if he could have been swayed to our side he would have been a useful ally.”

“Search teams have been sent out to look for the boys. Voldemort is most insistent they be found.”

“I am sure. Thank you Severus.”

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“There’s nothing that can be done?” Quatre moved to hug Wufei at hearing the despair in his voice.

“We won’t stop looking but as far as any of us know the only way for a collar to be removed is for the person who put it on to remove it.” Bill said tiredly.

“Even with the inhibitors on? Don’t they make it just a band of metal?” Duo asked from his perch on the back of the couch.

“Unbreakable metal, it’s been tried before.”

“Yeah, well just because it hasn’t happened before doesn’t mean it’s impossible. We will find a way.” Wufei shot Duo a grateful smile.

“What about Blaise? As long as his collar is on we have to keep him under. Is there any way Harry would agree to releasing him?” Luna asked from her position next to Neville.

“Considering his mood when he woke up, no. He’d be more likely to kill him out of spite.” Wufei told her.

“That doesn’t make sense. From what Draco told us Harry treated him like a beloved pet and yet from the way Blaise acts its like he’s been beaten almost into complete submission.” Bill told them.

“Yeah, he was scared stiff of us when we showed up.” Duo added.

“Maybe…” They all turned to Neville.

“What?” Duo asked.

“What if the Harry’s collar and memory loss are fairly recent? Slave collars are incredibly rare, so rare that most think they were all lost or destroyed. It would make sense for Voldemort to try a different method first, one that could affect Harry at a distant, hence his mood swings and nightmares before he vanished. The fact that he showed care to Blaise, even if it was incredible possessive would have indicated that Voldemorts control was not complete. Eventually he would have been unable to ignore it and so he would take more drastic steps like wiping his memory and using the collar to ensure his unquestioning loyalty.”

“You may have something.” Armando commented thoughtfully.
“Next time Blaise wakes we’ll have Draco ask him, even if he doesn’t know he should have noticed the change in Harry.”

“But how does that help?” Quatre asked.

“It is possible but incredibly hard and you have to be incredible powerful but people have been known to be able to fight a collar for a short period of time. If that happened, even if only going back to his pre-collar care for Blaise we may be able to get him to release the collar.” Armando stated.

“Harry should be waking again in a few hours. Wufei do you want someone else to take this one?” Bill asked.

“Can I? Maybe I can do something.” Quatre said quietly.
“I was able to help him when he woke from his coma, maybe I can find Harry through his emotions.”

“It’s worth a shot.” Wufei admitted. He couldn’t raise his hopes though; Harry had gotten through to Quatre because he had focused everything he had, this time he wouldn’t be trying.

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Quatre sat quietly in the chair watching closely as Harry began to stir slightly. He had failed to mention a fairly important thing to the others before asking to sit with the young man. Whatever had been done to Harry made him feel sick as soon as he opened up his empathy within fifty feet of Harry. But to help his friend he would bare it. Jade and amber eyes fluttered open and focused on him. Wufei had told him that Harry’s eyes were no longer the warm emerald they were all used to but it was different seeing the change in person.

“Get out Muggle.” Was Harry’s snarled comment.

“Hello Harry. My name is Quatre Winner, I‘m here to help you.”

“Then get me the hell out of here and I may spare your life.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Taking a deep breath Quatre immersed himself in Harry’s emotions, fighting instant nausea and a growing headache. He would succeed; no matter how many tries it took.

TBC…