Q + Bond

After their near-kiss, Harry had thought of hardly anything but Q for days. And when Friday came, he showed up at the afternoon at his home... to find him not there. And then he didn't come back. He might not have been so alarmed had someone not brought him Q's wand when he returned to the castle, having found it on the ground there. Along with some unexplained footprints.

What followed was days of searching and investigation, including quite a bit of coin exchanging hands, and when all was said and done Harry had a very good, and frightening, suspicion that Q had been abducted by pirates. James Bond, specifically.

The king seemed touched by how much Harry cared. How much work he was willing to do to find his pet wizard for him. And when Harry offered to go personally and lead the a group of men to fetch him from the pirate's hold, he gave him a mighty embrace and told him how much he appreciated his loyalty.

It all seemed to be a very good plan. They eventually knew exactly where to go. And Harry was a good leader. It might have all been fine, were it not for the storm.

But when Harry finally dragged himself to shore, he was entirely alone. Clothes in tatters, bleeding, and coughing up sea water onto the sand.