Gundam Wizard

'Harry noticed shapes appearing at the entrance of Exeter Cathedral. He stood up, still looking at them. They were dressed in black hooded robes and he couldn't see their faces.

"Shit Death Eaters," he cursed.

Colin squeaked with fright. Harry turned to face the younger boy, "Run," he told him.

"But..." Colin began.

"Just do it," Harry interrupted, his teeth clenched shut as the Death Eaters began to approach.

"That old fool Dumbledore always lies to you Potter," he told the young boy.

"No he never," Harry protested. He wanted to push him away but his body was too weak and he could hardly move.

"But he did, I am sure he told you that that filthy Squib and her filthy Muggle family were your only family," he smirked.

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4 Hero

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20^th August 2002

Diagon Alley was as always bustling with witches and wizards of all ages and descriptions. Draco hated them all, they all seemed to reek of Hogwarts to him. He wished he could go to Durmstrang, but somehow he doubted he would get in. If he were able to, at least he'd be away from all the Muggle borns. Here he had to put up with Colin, who still seemed somewhat distant since the disappearance of Harry nearly two weeks earlier. Worst still Hermione was supposed to turn up today, life really couldn't get any worse for Draco as he walked into Knockturn Alley.

Coming down here though did bring back a few repressed memories, mainly of being dragged there with his father. On the other hand it did allow him to get away from the others, as it was very unlikely that they would follow him down here. The place reeked of the Dark Arts, especially where he was now stood just outside of Borgin & Burkes. He watched as a figure stepped out of the shop. The dark hair and glasses made them look familiar.

"Potter?" he asked, it couldn't be though. Could it?

He looked up and Draco saw that it was Harry. "Malfoy," he smirked, "funny meeting you here."

Draco sneered at him, "So this is where you went to when you abandoned your friends," he spat.

Harry's smirk grew, "Didn't think you would be concerned with their welfare, Quatre" he commented. The raven-haired boy then turned his head and looked back into the shop.

"I don't care about their welfare," he scoffed.

"Then maybe you should," came a drawling voice within the shop, "they do appear to be all you have now."

Draco shuddered at the sound of the voice, as he knew it belonged to his father, someone he had hoped not to meet down here. Sure enough Lucius appeared from the shop door. "I can smell Mudblood and Weasley on you," he told him, "it sickens me to think that I ever called you my son."

Draco scowled at that remark, though his father had always been cold and bitter toward him, this was different. Before he had only run away from home, but now he was officially disowned. Worse still was the fact that Harry had seemingly switched to the dark side, somehow he doubted that was willingly. But by then the two of them had already started to walk toward another shop. Meanwhile a dark shadow blocked out the remaining light in the alley.

"Was that Harry?" came a voice behind him.

Draco turned around to see the large form of Hagrid stood behind him. The half-giant held a large box of flesh eating slug repellent in his left arm. "Of course it was," he scowled at the large man

"But weren't that your father with 'im?" Hagrid asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Well what he doin' with your father then?" the half giant then asked.

"I have no idea," Draco replied.

In actual fact Draco did have an idea why his father would want Harry and that would be for the benefit of Voldemort and no one else, he stayed silent because he didn't really want to talk to someone he though of as a smelly, hairy oversized primate. Disgusted, he turned and walked away not wanting to be around him any longer. But then something Harry had told him sprung up in his head.

"He called me Quatre? Four?" he realised, stopping dead at the exit of Knockturn Alley

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"COLIN!" Dennis squeaked with delight as he ran over to his brother and hugged him tightly, "I missed you, grandma kept saying nasty things about you."

But Colin didn't reply, he just stood there silently.

"Dennis you'll have to excuse your brother," Remus told him, "he hasn't said much since the attack."

Dennis looked up at his brother who just looked away quietly.

Ron looked up and groaned. "And here I was hoping that Malfoy had buggered off," he said.

"If I had somewhere else to go I would bugger off, wouldn't want to stay around you lot for too long," Draco replied as he gracefully walked up to them.

"What Knockturn Alley too boring for you then?" the redhead then asked him rolling his eyes, "I'd have thought there would be plenty for you to do down there since its full of wankers like you."

"Oh like my father and Harry you mean," Draco smirked.

The others looked at him suspiciously, except for Colin who looked at him with creepy wide eyes. Remus stood up and held onto Draco's shoulder and asked, "Are you telling the truth, did you really see Harry?"

"Yes I did, ask that oaf Hagrid, he saw him too," Draco replied, almost yawning.

Remus looked at the others, "He's telling the truth," he said, "I can see it in his eyes and read it upon his face. I can even smell it on him."

Draco stepped away from Remus in disgust. "Yeah well, why would I lie about that, I have nothing to gain from it," he scowled and walked off.

"What are we going to do with him," Remus sighed, it seemed to him that he would be left to look after the remaining four. Not something he was looking forward to, maybe he could help them enroll them into somewhere like Beauxbatons Academy or somewhere similar. He would never think about Durmstrang because of the fact they studied the Dark Arts there and unfortunately Santos Rio De Brasilia was too far away.

"We can just leave him here," Ron suggested with hope.

Remus pretended not to hear that. "I think that we should think about trying to get you into another wizarding school," he said, half smiling.

"Not Durmstrang," Ron quickly told him, "I am not going there."

"Would never send you there," Remus promised him, "aren't Fred and George coming today?"

Ron shrugged, "Well they said they were, but I dunno," he replied quietly.

"Right," Remus sighed, "I guess I won't be having to worry about those two then." Something for which he was grateful.

"Probably for the best," the young redhead grinned.

"Ron, how can you say that you haven't even seen them since before you were expelled," Hermione told him.

Ron just answered with another content shrug. None of them had noticed that Draco had gone off again, he didn't like sitting around outside Diagon Café for too long. He also disliked being around the other and hated the fact that they appeared to be all he had. The feeling he had was that he didn't need them, that he could easily survive on his own. He didn't need anyone babying him.

He took one last look at them and saw that they weren't really taking any notice. They were just sat around a table talking, ignoring the fact that he had already left. He turned around and walked off wondering where he could go. There were lots of places he could go, but he just couldn't decide where. Hogsmeade was a definite no and he really didn't want to stay at Diagon Alley, as it was always too busy. He felt he needed to go somewhere quieter or at least somewhere where people wouldn't bother him. Remembering what he had heard them talking about before he left, he could always join a new school, just not Beauxbatons Academy since it sounded like they were planning on going there. Durmstrang on the other hand taught the Dark Arts and was known as a place that children of Death Eaters were known to go to, aside from the Slytherin House at Hogwarts of course. It would be hard for him to keep a low profile there, as everyone knew the Malfoy name.

Draco shuddered, the only other schools he knew about was the Salem one in America and the one in Brazil. His father never told him of any other schools, nor had he bothered to find any himself. He shook his head thinking that he should have taken more time to research other wizarding schools, he had been to wrapped up in wanting to have gone to Durmstrang then to have cared about it before. Stupid choices he had made in life, he thought to himself as he leaned up against the wall of Gringotts. He looked back to the café situated between the bank and Madam Malkins to see if the others were still there. They still were and as it seemed, still oblivious to the fact that he was no longer there with them. Right now it would be easy for him to disappear, but where to. If he were to go and find another school to try and enroll in then...

"You would need to go home to pick up your stuff," came a voice

Draco almost jumped, he didn't expect anyone to have noticed him stood there. The voice was unfamiliar however, there was a tone of kindness to it. He looked up and saw a boy of about his age standing in front of him. The boy's hair was the same colour as his but his eyes were blue. He was wearing what looked like brown Muggle overalls.

"And you are?" Draco demanded with his trademark sneer.

"I am Quatre Raberba Winner," the boy told him, "I must go now, I'm glad I met you Draco."

But he didn't let Draco say anything and disappeared into the crowd. It left him wondering. How did he get through the crowd without being noticed, after all he stood out like a sore thumb. It took him awhile to realise what the boy called himself, his first name being exactly the same one that Harry had told him earlier. Looking around trying to catch sight of Quatre, he began wondering if they knew each other.

"Stupid Potter, he surrounds me with idiots," he scowled and walked away, still wondering if he had sent Quatre here to annoy him.

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Later that night, sometime after midnight, Remus Lupin was stood watching the flames dance around the fireplace. He knew Draco would probably leave them, but he knew he should have done more to make sure that he stayed put. The rest of them at least were asleep so for now he didn't have to worry about them. Meanwhile, Sirius who was still in dog form was curled up asleep in front of the fire. He knew he should get some sleep, but with Harry missing he just couldn't. He looked back and saw Blaise slumped in a chair fast asleep he looked very peaceful. Still it wouldn't help Remus sleep.

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Malfoy Manor

Draco sighed with relief as he made it to his bedroom. Funnily enough no one had heard him Floo into the manor even though it was the dead of night. What was more surprising was that his father hadn't set a trap charm to detect his presence. Maybe he just hadn't gotten round to it or maybe he just left it that way to trick him into a false sense of security. He knew that was the sort of thing his father would do.

Ever so silently he opened the door a bit to see if there was any light coming from his bedroom, there wasn't. He opened it a bit more and slipped through, there was light coming from the windows because the curtains had been left open. His eyes followed the moonlights path towards his bed. Draco let out a low growl as he found there was someone asleep in it. He knew who it probably was, but that meant he would have to be very quiet if he was to get his stuff.

His school trunk was where he always left it, in the bottom of his wardrobe. The door creaked as he opened it. There was no movement from the bed for which he was thankful of, there was no telling what his father or Voldemort had done to him. No doubt he would have a warped mind by now.

Draco opened his trunk and looked inside, his school stuff was still all in there. At least he wouldn't have to pack anything aside from a few clothes. We wouldn't take to many because he wouldn't have the room. His father and never allowed him to own one of those trunks that could hold everything, which unfortunately for Draco were very useful for running away from home. He sat back and thought about what clothes he should take with him.

"Bit risky coming here Malfoy," came a voice from behind him.

Draco jumped, as he hadn't been paying attention to anything around him. Instead he had been too wrapped up in clothes as usual.

"Scared you?" the voice then asked.

"You wish," Draco replied as he turned to face him.

Harry has stood behind him, hands neatly behind his back wearing black pyjamas. His hair was messy, like always, but he wasn't wearing his glasses. "So what do you think you are doing in my bedroom?" he demanded

"Your bedroom?" Draco scowled.

"Yes it is my bedroom now," Harry said with a drawl, a slightly bored but annoyed look crept over his face.

"Are those my pyjamas?" Draco commented.

"Urgh! No!" the raven-haired boy said, screwing his facing up with disgust. "These are new, wearing second hand clothes is just disgusting. I burned all your old clothes."

"Oh thank you, now the only clothes I have are the ones I wear," he then spat at him, "I know your under the Imperious Curse, you can't hide that fact Potter."

Harry let out a quiet laugh, "I would have thought you'd have remember that I can beat the Imperious Curse, didn't you learn anything at Hogwarts?" the raven-haired boys voices was mimicking in its sounding as a strange wry smile crept over his face. Even Draco could tell he was acting very out of character.

"Why should I care what happens to you anyway," Draco protested. He then stood up to face Harry properly.

"Who said I expected you too?" he asked with that same bored, maybe tired, drawl.

Draco scowled at Harry's remark, "If the Imperious Curse does not effect you, then you should leave now as my father would kill you the second he found out," he then warned him, "I will not be around for that, it wouldn't be worth risking my life for."

"Fine, bugger off then," Harry shrugged, "I need my sleep and you of all people I didn't want to find waking me up from it."

Draco shrugged it off, but Harry never saw him do that as he went back to bed. He wasn't about to let the raven-haired boy get off that easily. "Alright Potter, so who is this Quatre Raberba Winner?" he demanded.

"A new friend of mine," Harry explained as he sat down on the bed. Even in the relative darkness his green eyes looked menacing. "He is just like you Malfoy, from a rich family but defied his family wishes. Was a spoiled brat too, but he changed that unlike some one I know."

Draco sneered.

"Still I want you out of here," Harry then growled.

Draco wasn't going to wait around, he didn't want to spend any longer here with Harry there. He slowly snuck out of his former bedroom and made his way to the Floo room, surprisingly his father never hid the Floo powder away, probably because his father could easily track its use. In that case he would use Floo to get to Borgin & Burkes, from there he would then sneak out and reluctantly find the Muggle lovers again. He finally found the Floo room without setting any charms off and was quickly away.

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Borgin & Burkes was of course closed as Draco crashed through the boarded up fireplace and slid along the floor. He knew Mr Borgin preferred to Apparate rather then use Floo, but it seemed by the way the it had been boarded up that he didn't like others using Floo to get in and out of his shop either. The shop was quiet and creepier then he remembered when he used to come in with his father. Ass he moved across the shop, the boards creaked and groaned with every step. If there had been anyone in the shop they would have heard him by now and Draco was relived about that. He feared what would happen if Mr Borgin caught him in here with the shop being closed and no doubt he would tell his father he was here.

On one very dusty shelf he saw the Hand of Glory that he had seen on several trips to the shop with his father. Now it was Harry that his father took on those trips instead of him. He wasn't bitter about it because usually got shouted at for touching stuff, but he still couldn't grasp hold of the fact that Harry was knowingly letting himself in for it.

"Stupid Potter," he cursed.

Then he stopped walking and just stood there. Had he just said that loudly enough for someone nearby to hear? He wasn't sure, but either way he didn't really want to find out. He now crept even quicker over to the door, knowing that he may just have alerted someone to his presence. Once at the door he found it to be unlocked, strange for any shop to be unlocked in Knockturn Alley. The only thing it meant was that Mr Borgin had to be around, unless of course he had accidentally left the shop unlocked. As he stepped out into Knockturn Alley he found it to be empty, or so he thought.

"So you made it then?" a voice asked him.

Draco looked around to see where it had come from and to whom it belonged to. At the far end of the alley, he saw a young boy about his age leaning against a wall, one foot was flat against it, dressed in only shorts, a vest and a pair of trainers. He looked up as Draco approached him.

"What do you want?" the blond demanded.

"I was sent to help you out here," the boy replied.

"Potter," Draco snarled.

The boy nodded, before holding out his hand. In it Draco saw a key. "You will need this to get into room 13 in the Leaky Cauldron," the boy then told him.

The ex-Slytherin screwed his face up in disgust. "There is no way that I am going to that run down Mudblood infested Gryffindor hole," he protested.

The boy grabbed his hand and put the key in it anyway. "Better there then some of the places I've slept," he told him.

Draco groaned and placed the key in his robe pocket. "Just tell Potter that I don't care what he does and I hope my father AK's him," he remarked.

"Not that he really cares about you anyway Draco," the boy replied, coldly. He then turned his back on the blond teenager. "Unfortunately you just happen to be hanging around with his friends that you don't even like."

Draco could feel the anger boil inside of him. He really wanted to hex the boy, but refrained from doing so. "Listen you little prick," he shouted instead, "if Potter wasn't always on his high horse all the time, he would realise that they're nothing to him."

The boy put the foot that had been resting against the wall and folded his arms. "I really dislike stuck up people like you," he told Draco, "Harry's friends would defiantly be better off without you."

Draco threw the key back at the boy and stormed off. He soon found himself out of the cramped, dark, filthy area that was Knockturn Alley and out into the cleaner and much more open Diagon Alley. However he was disgusted with himself as he was now homeless and alone. Worse still, he had no money, he was still wearing the same clothes since leaving Exeter by Floo and his hair was a complete tangled mess. If only he had been able to do what he wanted back at the mansion then at least he would have felt a bit better. Not wanting to go to the Leaky Cauldron, he looked around looking for a place to crash for the rest of the night. Never in his life did Draco ever expect to find himself sleeping rough. The only place he could see was the café, he might be able to sleep at one of the tables, but he doubted it would be any comfortable and it probably wouldn't be for long. Still sleep was sleep and he needed it.