Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Baying of the Hounds ( Chapter 14 )

Disclaimer: I do not own any things Harry Potter-the characters, setting, plot, everything belongs to the wonderful J. K. Rowling and whomever else she decides. I do not own anything Gundam Wing-the characters, setting, plot, everything belongs to (I think) Bandai and Sunrise.

Spoilers: This fic contains spoilers for books 1-5 of Harry Potter and all of the episodes of Gundam Wing. This fic does not include Endless Waltz.

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Neville/Harry, 2x1

Summary: Two years ago, the One Year War ended. At this time, the five heroes-the Gundam pilots-disappeared from the Muggle world. Three of them-pilots 02, 03, and 05-reappeared shortly after in the Wizarding world, as students at Hogwarts School of Witchraft and Wizardry. Now, twenty months after the fact, Heero Yuy and Quatre Winner are coming to Hogwarts, and they're bringing all of their secrets with them. The world-especially one Harry Potter-will never be the same.

Peace, Love, and Family:

The Story of the Vanuli Three

Chapter 14: Baying of the Hounds

Where am I? Heero jerked up, startled by his new surroundings. His heart beat wildly. He couldn't see anything. Heero groped blindly in the dark, searching for some clue as to where he was. His hands rubbed over a smooth, tight surface, and Heero sighed in relief. Quatre. And Harry, entwined with him. I must be in bed.

Heero couldn't remember getting to bed. He couldn't remember much about yesterday. It was understandable-he had been under the influence of the Lust. The Lust was remembered by no one. Not even those to whom it happened. It was no big deal. He would just get Quatre, Harry, and Dorothy to piece together his hazy memories-panting, groaning, twirling, grinding-into comprehensible puzzle pieces. It wouldn't make a complete puzzle, but Heero could live with it. He always did.

What really confused Heero was that the Lust was over sooner than usual. Heero knew-even without looking outside-that the full moon hadn't occurred yet. He would feel it if it was. The moon would be a part of him, and he would be a part of his wolves. They would be intertwined as one, together. But they weren't. Heero was just Heero.

He would figure it out later-it hurt his head to think about it now.

Heero's eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness, and when he looked down, determined to not think about anything stressful, his breath caught. Harry and Quatre lay snuggled next to each other on the pillows, their limbs entangled in a lovers' embrace. Heero longed to throw open the curtains and let the moonlight shine down on them. But he didn't. He couldn't risk having someone see them like that. Harry would never forgive him if Neville saw the pretty picture he and Quatre were making.

Instead, Heero summoned a Fury Orb. It was a muted yellow sphere that came from inside Heero. It was a staple of the Vanuli species, the Fury Orb. They were named Fury because one usually did not summon one until he was very angry. The Fury Orbs would become Fury Shooters when the Vanuli was angry, and they would shoot across vast distances, entering the enemy and stealing their magic. Fury Shooters were very dangerous and were the Vanuli's chief weapon. But Heero wasn't mad at the moment, and the Fury Shooter was just a Fury Orb, just a pretty glowing bauble. Heero sent it to the top of the canopy and let it glow down on him and his brothers. It mimicked the moon almost perfectly.

With the fake moon illuminating his brothers, Heero scooted down beside them to watch. And think.

Heero loved his brothers-emotional Malal, and tempestuous Nelat, and he, himself, the lusty Imela. In just a few short days, Harry had gained a place in Heero's heart equal to Quatre's. He knew that he and Quatre were growing on Harry, too. They completed each other, the Three. His dark was Harry's light was Quatre's neutral. Together, the three of them would be better than anyone else on this planet or above. This Heero knew.

Content in his musings, Heero lay his head on Harry's flat stomach. The gentle inhalations and exhalations of his breath lulled Heero into a light slumber. And under the light of the Orb-that sometimes gentle trinket, sometimes ferocious weapon-he fell deeper.

***

Quatre awoke exactly on schedule. It was time for him and Heero to leave the bed. For the past couple of weeks, he and his baby brother switched out on who would be the first to wake up, so their dormmates wouldn't catch them sleeping in Harry's bed. Technically speaking, today was Heero's turn, but with him being somewhat out of commission, Quatre thought it best if he do the waking. And he was glad he did because otherwise he would not be able to see such a sight as the one before him.

Harry lay almost completely on Quatre. His legs lay between Quatre's, and his arm curled up around Quatre's head, almost holding it in place. Heero lay on Harry's stomach, halfway between belly button and nipples. His hand reached above him and tangled with Harry's. They were enshrouded by light, which alarmed Quatre until he found its source. The Fury Orb-Heero's, most likely, because Harry didn't know about them yet-illuminated his brothers, making them appear most like the fey for which their clan was named.

Quatre stared for a moment, awestruck before snapping out of it. He shook his brothers, rousing them. Their sleepy faces raised, and Quatre was rewarded for his efforts at keeping their secret with twin glares. At once, they both let their heads drop back to their "pillows"-namely, Quatre, and indirectly, Quatre again-and let out simultaneous groans. Their pitch, tone, and rhythm were all synchronized. Quatre suspected they practiced it.

"Dun wanna gerrup," Heero said into Harry's chest. Quatre translated that as, "I know I need to wake up, but I don't want to. Would you please be so kind as to wake my ass up?"

"Ditto," Harry said, lifting his hand to wipe at his nose. The movement caused Heero to lose his position on Harry, which in turn caused Harry to tumble from Quatre.

"Well, you're going to have to," Quatre said, raising up on his elbows. "Even Fate thinks you should."

"But it's only seven," Harry protested.

"On a Saturday!" Harry whined.

"Can't we sleep just a bit longer?" they pleaded, both looking at him with the biggest, shiniest eyes Quatre ever saw outside of an anime.

"Well, okay," Quatre relented. Both of his little brothers cheered-quietly-for him. "If you want everyone else to be out and about when we finally decide to crawl out of bed. I mean, just because anyone could see us getting out of your bed-like Neville, perhaps-and within fifteen minutes it would be all over school-I've heard gossip travels like lightning in Slytherin-that Harry Potter and the new transfers were having a threesome... Well, that's just something we'll have to live with. After all, it's worth it for a few extra hours of sleep."

"Urgh," Heero growled at him, but he rolled over to let Harry up. Harry snarled, too, but he peeked out of the curtains to see if anyone else in the room was awake.

"Coast's clear," Harry said, and they all climbed out of bed.

Quatre stretched, long and limber, as he got out of bed. Heero absorbed the Fury Orb back into his body. And as one, they went to take a shower.

***

Harry was getting in some much-needed Neville time. What with everything that was going on-namely two disturbances that Harry couldn't seem to find fault with-he didn't get to spend as much time with his boyfriend and his best friends as he would like to. So, after informing Heero of his version of yesterday's events, he left to find Neville. After he left Neville, Harry was going to seek out Ron and Hermione and force them to hang out with him. Later tonight, he would meet back up with Quatre to wait out the full moon. Apparently, they weren't capable of helping Heero with his duties. But for now, he was with Neville and would enjoy it.

"Harry. Hey, Harry," Neville said, waving a hand in front of Harry's face.

Harry blinked and smiled at Neville. He took his hand, and they continued on the way to Greenhouse 4. "I'm here, Nev."

"Sorry," Neville said. His palm was sweaty in Harry's palm, and he stumbled over his words. "It's just that you looked so far away, I mean, and I was just wondering, maybe... Well, what were you thinking?"

Harry stopped in his tracks, causing Neville to stop as well. "I was just thinking how happy I am," Harry said He reached up to push a lock of Neville's hair behind his ear. He let his hand rest there. "And how much I want you to kiss me."

"Wha-what? Here? Now? Where everyone can see?" Neville asked. He tried to step back and lean into Harry's touch, both at once.

"Well, yes," Harry said. He steeped closer to Neville, their bodies flush against one another. "I want everyone to know that we're together. That way, they won't try to get you, thinking you're single."

"Harry," Neville said. The way he said it sent chills down Harry's spine, and he unconsciously licked his lips. Neville twitched. "Harry, I don't think you have to worry about anyone trying to take me from you. I'm probably the only one in this relationship who has to worry about boyfriend snatchers. After all, you're so gorgeous. And you're Harry Bloody Potter. And anyone with one eye and half a brain can tell you're the most desirable thing on-"

Harry kissed Neville, tired of his self-deprecating, Harry-worshipping babble. He rose onto his tiptoes to get a better grip on Neville's neck. Harry gasped when Neville-for almost the first time, in Harry's experience-took the initiative and grabbed Harry's ass, raising him off the ground. They kissed, their tongues twining around each other, until Neville's arms gave out, and he released Harry. Harry dropped to the ground softly. He didn't have very far to go, so he actually landed on his feet.

"If anyone knew how good you kiss," Harry said, breathless, his lips red and plump, "I would be fighting them off you with a stick. And don't you think I wouldn't, Neville Longbottom." Harry poked Neville in the stomach. "I don't like it when you talk down on yourself. So don't do it, 'kay?"

Neville nodded, looking suitably abashed. "Okay, I'll try."

Harry knew that was the best he was going to get at the moment, so he took it and ran. "So, didn't you tell me you had work to do? And that I could watch?"

Neville blushed-most likely because of the decidedly lecherous look Harry was giving him-but he led the way to Greenhouse 4. He didn't get much work done.

***

Heero lay curled around one of Quatre's pillows, drowsily tracing hearts on it. He lounged there and thought, waiting for Quatre to speak up. Earlier, Harry filled Heero in on what happened yesterday. Now it was Quatre's turn. Heero wasn't really sure he wanted to know any more-who would want to, after doing a full-out Amenea in the middle of the Great Hall?-but he knew he should. Even if Quatre didn't tell him anything new, hearing it would help solidify the hazy images floating around in his mind. It helped him remember that the dreamlike pictures he remembered were actually real.

"So, have you become a mime, or are you going to tell me about all of the naughty things I did yesterday?" Heero asked. He let go of the pillow and playfully pushed Quatre.

"Well, if you insist, I supposed I must," Quatre said, sighing dramatically. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the top of the canopy, leaning slightly into Heero when he reached down to pet his hair. Quatre lived up to his nickname, purring just like a kitten.

"So, what happened?" Heero said when Quatre was thoroughly disoriented. Quatre was always most truthful when he was relaxed. He didn't try to shield Heero near as much then. Heero knew that Quatre kept things from him-and sometimes did things to him-to keep him from being hurt. Heero understood Quatre's reasons for doing so, but he still made sure Quatre was completely forthcoming of all the facts as much as he was possibly able. Getting Quatre relaxed was a sure way to ensure his truthfulness.

"Umm," Quatre said, rubbing his head on Heero's hand. He let out a loud purr, and Heero moved his hand to scratch at his brother's Adam's apple. "Like Harry said-ooh, right there-you came down in your-rurr-Amenea robe. You touched Snape-that's good-and made him love you. It should be over by-umm-now." Heero straddled Quatre and began one of his world famous-at least among the Vanuli-massages. "He made you talk about yourself-uhh!-in Potions. Why did you say your father was-rurr-dead? I thought he was-oh, yes, that's nice-alive. Then in Defense, the three of us-rurr-sang the Malaia song. It was wonderful. Harry joined in-umm-just like a normal brother. During lunch, you danced the Amadaya Amenea. Harry and I danced the-rurr-Malaia. When we stopped, you and Duo were-uhh-gone. We didn't see you again until after-rurr-dinner. You had a note with-umm-you, and you were crying. It was a happy sort of crying, though."

Heero let go of Quatre and rolled off him. He didn't remember any not. Which didn't say much, seeing as how he didn't remember any of yesterday without a refresher course on it. "Where is it?" he asked.

Quatre looked over at him-the disappointment at the loss of his massage showing clearly in is eyes-and pointed to Heero's bed. "You put it and your robe on your bed, so no one would bother it."

Heero jumped out of Quatre's bed and sprinted to his own. He wanted to see exactly what was on that note. The only person, exempting his family, that could make Heero cry and be happy at the same time was Duo. So unless Relena wrote to say that she was engaged or Milliardo wrote to tell him that Lucy wasn't mad anymore, it must be from Duo-and it obviously wasn't from Lena or Milly because Heero would have shown the note to Quatre if it had been.

Heero jumped on his bed and looked for it. His Amenea robe took up the entire bed, obscuring the note from view. He crawled about on his robe-trying to be careful and not rip it-while frantically searching.

Where is it? Heero thought. His eyes roamed over the fabric as his hands did the same, looking and feeling for crinkly off-white instead of indescribable luxury. Heero's eyes fell on the parchment just as his hands ghosted over it. Heero snatched it up and held it gently like it was a newfound treasure-which, hopefully, it was. Gotcha.

Heero crawled onto his pillows, revelling in the feel of his Amenea robe underneath him. Then he banished the beautiful, annoying thing to his trunk. It caused nothing but trouble. If it weren't for that robe, Heero never would have danced on those tables. And he never would have left with Duo... On second thought, Heero decided that his robe was a gift from the gods. But it still had to be put away. It might get torn if it wasn't.

Heero put away all thoughts of robes and dancing and Duo-well, not Duo, there were always thoughts of Duo-and raised his note to read it, sure that it was some long, drawn out love letter from the Duo that Heero was attempting to not think about.

Owlery, seven, Sunday morning.

That was the entirety of Heero's note. No "I love you." No "please come back to me." Not even a damn "I hate you, you son of a bitch." Duo hadn't even signed it.

Heero knew it was from Duo, though. It just had to be. Who else was there?

***

"What did he say?" Quatre asked, finally ignoring the rules of propriety and butting in like any good brother should. He knew the note had to be from Duo, if only because it made Heero so happy. Last night, anyway. Today, Heero didn't look so happy. He had his bottom lip between his teeth, like he always did when he was thinking hard.

"Here." Heero handed the note to Quatre. Quatre read it.

Owlery, seven, Sunday morning.

Duo wanted Heero to meet him. Duo wanted Heero to meet him at seven a.m. Sunday morning in the goddamn Owlery after he didn't sleep a wink Saturday night and would probably be too tired and disoriented to fight back. And Heero would go. Anything Duo wanted, he got.

"You're going to go, aren't you?" Quatre asked a little more harshly than he liked. He was always being mean to his little brothers, biting their heads off and such. But it was his job to keep Heero and Harry safe. How was he supposed to do so if he couldn't even voice his opinions at their past, present, or future actions?

"Yeah," Heero said, snatching back the note as soon as Quatre let it drop within reach. "He deserves that, at least. He deserves so much more than that, don't you think?"

Quatre, in fact, didn't, but he didn't say so. He didn't say anything, hoping that his silence would get his opinion across to Heero. Heero rarely listened to Quatre's voiced opinions, anyway.

Quatre didn't hate Duo. Not really. Back in the war, Duo was a good friend of Quatre's. So Quatre had to, at least, like Duo a little bit. Quatre didn't hate Duo, the person. He hated the power that Duo held over Heero. He could hurt Heero in so many ways, and Heero would come back for more. Duo could laugh at Heero, spit at him, ignore him, hit him, and Heero would still love him. Duo could even rape or try to kill him, and Heero would return to him. That was why Quatre hated Duo. He had the power to break Heero, and he didn't even know it. But as soon as he found out, he might use it, just because he could.

"You should rest," Quatre said. He pressed a kiss to the top of Heero's bed and pushed him back into the pillows. "The sun sets soon."

Quatre left after he saw Heero's eyes fall closed. There was nothing more he could do.

***

Surprisingly, Harry had found Ron in the library. Alone. Without Hermione. Harry had joined him, and they'd proceeded to "study"-meaning, they played Exploding Snap-stopping only when Madam Pince glared at them after a particularly loud explosion.

"I've missed you," Harry said once they settled into actual studying.

"Really?" Ron said, raising his eyes from his book. He bit his lip and wouldn't look at Harry. "I'm sorry, mate. It's just that-"

"-with Neville and my extra tutoring-"

"with Hannah up my ass-did I tell you we're dating now?-and Hermione's study schedule, and Quidditch tryouts-"

"-and all this other stuff I've had to do-"

"Well, what I mean to say is-"

"What I'm trying to tell you is-"

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

Harry laughed when the entire conversation caught up with him. "I'll forgive you if you forgive me," he said.

"Deal," Ron said, laughing along with him. "Just don't let it happen again."

"Okay. And we'll have to tell Hermione. I never see her, either," Harry said. "And what's this about you and Hannah? I'm guessing Abbot, from Hufflepuff?"

Outside the library, Harry could see the sun begin to set.

***

When the sun set, Heero could feel it in his body. His heart rate increased, his body temperature rose, his blood boiled at the thought of being able to run, tear, maim, kill. Heero's canines lengthened, his body preparing him to become a predator. A howl fierce enough to shake the bed escaped from his lips as the first light of the moon shone on the grounds. Heero's back arched at the strength of the scream. By the time his head touched the pillow, he was inside his wolves' heads, controlling them.

***

The Wolf heard the command of its Master, and It ran faster and farther into the forest. It wanted to rip, tear, maim, killwith its fellows. It had to bite into the succulent flesh of a rabbit, bird, squirrel. It longed to nestle Its nose in the rib cage of Its dying prey and take in the scent. The smell of death that It had caused.

The Wolf caught the scent of fear, a terrified creature running through the forest. It ran after the Prey, chased the Prey, stalked the Prey. The Prey smelled good, like fear, like food, like blood that would drip down the Wolf's chin so luciously and stick to Its fur, making the scent linger on the Wolf. The Wolf chased, the Wolf ran, the Wolf stalked through trees, over bushes, passed dangerous, bad, poisonous not-food that didn't run or smell like blood and fear.

The Prey ran from the Wolf, galloping through trees, over bushes, passed dangerous, bad, poisonous not-food that didn't run or smell like blood and fear. The Prey tried to get away, tried to live. The Wolf wouldn't let It. The Wolf leaped-fangs bared-at the Prey, and brought It to the ground. The Wolf opened Its mouth to bit into the Prey, to spill Its blood.

***

"Vidari," Heero whispered. The taste of blood lingered in his mouth. The promise of food almost too much to give up. But he wouldn't let his puppies kill. Roun would not kill Zetoth. Heero prevailed. "Vidari."

***

The Wolf's head snapped back. It was in so much pain. The awful, beautiful voice of Its Master hurt It, and It couldn't see. The Wolf tried to rip into the Prey again, but the Master stopped it.

No. Stop.

The Wolf, blind from pain, staggered off the Prey. The Wolf could feel the Prey getting to Its feet, leaving, Its food smell getting weaker and weaker. The Wolf tried to follow, but the Master wouldn't allow it. The Master hurt the Wolf. The Master's sounds pierced Its head, making It blind, making It sick.

The Wolf tried to get up. It tried to follow after the Prey. The pain was too much. The Wolf lay down.

***

Up in Gryffindor Tower, Heero felt Roun give up. Whispering one last discouragement, he switched to his new acquisition, Remus Lupin. This one should be pretty easy to control, this time, because of the wealth of Wolfsbane in his system.

"Vidari."

Selune