Beneath The Cherry Blossom Tree

"Beneath the cherry blossom flowers do minds calm and sleep claim"

-Unknown (Unknown Writer)_

Beneath a cherry blossom tree sat a small teen aged boy no older than sixteen, his shaggy black hair falling to his too thin shoulders. The dark inky strands framing large doe sized green eyes. Within his small hands he held an acoustic guitar; His first true possession outside of the wizarding world. This small teenager was none other than Harry Potter. Slowly he lifted his fingers and struck the chords a small tune slowly altering the strings tautness to make its notes more pure and in tune. Smiling the green eyed wizard sighed and soon the notes slipped from the instrument beneath the finger striking a slow and beautiful tune. Slowly he let the words of the song slip from between his soft pink lips,

"You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart "

Closing his eyes the words and notes came out smoothly and effortlessly; Unaware as someone took up a seat beside him.
"I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours "

His eyes opened and connected with the bright purple eyes of one of his lovers, as his voice joined into the song. A guitar also grasped within his larger tanned hands. His long waist length black braid falling to touch the grass beneath him. And his soft deep voice slowly joined into the song fingers drifting over the strings of his instrument as easily as Harry's.

"You healed these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went weak and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes "

Both of them smiled at each other before looking up Harry's fingers never slipping a note his fingers knowing where they should go as another male joined them. The soft, short blonde hair framed his bright blue eyes and pale features. Smiling the Arabic boy sat in front of his lovers as they sang together.

"I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours"

Smiling the pair ended the song gently their eyes slowly closing as the notes faded into the air around him. The blonde slipped forward kissing Harry's forehead gently pulling the smaller teen into a hug looking at the other dark haired man, "Duo do you think this time of peace will last?"

The braided teen frowned leaning back against the tree his arms folding behind his head as a buffer he sighed, "Well Q-ball I have no idea. We all have fought so much in our lives especially little Harry here. It's our job to watch over him Quatre"

Smiling the blonde Arabic slowly looked down at the boy in his arms who was already dozing lightly in his older lover's arms. Smiling wider Quatre looked at Duo, "yes, during the first war we didn't have anything but the colonies to protect and even then to some of us, especially me it never seemed like enough to protect. But now that I have you and Harry I've got more to protect then I ever have."

Smirking Duo gave the blonde a playful wink, "Hey now you don't have to be protecting me. I'm not the one who is emotionally unstable"

Glaring the blonde kicked the other boy gently in the leg, "are you calling me emotionally unstable!"

Laughing nervously the braided pilot stuttered a reply, "w...well I mean you do have your space heart. And you are the most aware of us all... besides Harry that is. It's just you look so fragile! and so adorable...In some ways you look even more fragile than little Harry and he is a year younger than us!"

Sighing the blonde carded his small fingers through the green eyed wizards hair, "Duo you know as well as I do that I am far more powerful than I appear. You should know better than to think me emotional even with my space heart. After all is it not my space heart that..." Quatre paused looking down at his small dark haired lover in his arms who now frowned in his sleep. The blonde slowly carded his fingers through the messy locks looking up at Duo he whispered, "It is another nightmare, When will these stop for him. They torture him every night and no matter what we do, they only seem to worsen!"

Slipping forward the 02 pilot placed his hand on the cheek of their smallest member of their lovers circle. Sighing Duo lay down beside him laying his head in Quatre's lap next to Harry's their noses touching lightly. Wrapping his arms around the other brunette he pulled Harry close. Looking up at Quatre sadly before snuggling down with Harry hoping to offer some comfort.

Smiling the blonde held them close allowing his own eyes to close with a sigh. The three drifting into the darkness of sleep the two guitars forgotten among the grass beside them as their dreams drifted them away.