Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Jealousy ( Chapter 20 )

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

Category: crossover, fantasy, general

Author: Selune

Author's site: http://www.gundam-wing-universe.net/fanfiction/menu.php?id=113

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 20: Jealousy

"Forged in the early 1900s by a blacksmith named Dunn. First owner, Eliza Dunn, his wife, given as a wedding gift. Passed down to the first daughter of every generation until, after a messy and rather expensive divorce, Irma Patterson pawned it for a sum of three Galleons. She failed to recognize that the "diamonds" were, in fact cubic zirconia. It's quite worthless, except as a pretty cup."

Quatre held the goblet in both hands, hunched over it like he was about to take a sip out of it. His eyes were closed, his fingers rubbing circles of clean spots on the dusty stem. Harry was astounded that Quatre could get so much out of a little cup. Then again, Quatre wasthe best as using his Sight. He better be-he trained himself twice as hard as Heero and Harry combined.

"That's good, Quatre," Remus said, walking down the aisle to clap Harry's brother on the shoulder, startling him out of his concentration. Quatre smiled and started to hand the goblet back to Remus, but the professor stopped him. "Why don't you hold onto that for a minute." It wasn't a question.

Harry couldn't decide if he wanted to rub his hands together and cackle with glee or run screaming for the hills. He knew that what they were going to have to do next, and he both loved and hated it. Loved because it made him feel so connected with his brothers. Hated because the visions were so much more intense-without being all-consuming-when they jumped it.

"Okay, Heero, Harry, who wants to be the first to give it a try?" Remus asked, turning away from the desk at which Quatre was working, toward Harry and Heero.

Heero threw down his own trinket (a love letter from the 1470's; how it survived this long, Harry didn't want to know) and raised his hand high in the air. "Pick me, Professor Lupin! I want to try it!"

When Remus motioned for Heero to go on, he practically left smoke in his haste to get to Quatre's side. He sat beside Quatre, purposefully not touching him and looked at Remus expectantly.

"Quatre, I want you to concentrate on the goblet, on the images you get from it," Remus said in a teacherly manner.

Harry fought not to roll his eyes. Everything Remus was saying-which he said every night-came straight out of the books Maddy sent over to aid them in their training. Remus didn't know any more about jumping visions than the triplets did. Less, really, because he'd never felt it. The rush as his Sight molded to fit his brother's. Sensing his brother's vision, just out of reach, where he could just barely see it but no make it out clearly. It was a wonderful and heady experience.

Besides, Harry and his brothers had been working on jumping visions for weeks. Nothing had gone wrong yet.

"Okay, good, Quatre," Remus said, backing away from Quatre and Heero. It worked better if it was just the two of them, no one else breathing in their air, messing up their magical rapport. "Grasp the goblet, Quatre." He did so. "Good, now, Heero, take hold of Quatre's hand."

It was amazing to see it from an outsider's perspective. Heero's face lit up, and he started laughing, but he didn't let go of Quatre. Quatre practically glowed, too. Less visibly, though. His face relaxed, and his body slouched closer to Heero.

"What do you see?" Harry couldn't help but ask. He, technically, wasn't supposed to do so, but it never seemed to bother them before.

"The Dunn family," Heero and Quatre said, simultaneously. Harry had to smile at that.

When the triplets first started practicing with their Sights, they did only the traditional training. Crystal balls, scrying, mirrors, touch-sees (touch the object, see the vision). But after a week of that, Maddy sent more books to Quatre with orders to "try any and everything, even if it doesn't work. Especially if it doesn't work."

One of the books, Three Ways of Seeingby Daphne Mancy, was about the purpose and practice of Diviners who practiced in groups of three-one member for each Sight-and about how they would join their visions with one another. There were two ways of doing this. The first-and most difficult-way was to share the vision. Person A would actually impose his vision onto Persons B and C in its entirety. Persons B and C would see the vision as if it were their own. It hardly ever worked, and when it did, it was at a great cost to all involved. The second way to join visions, and the more common, was to jump them. Person A-possibly an Oracle of the Past-would get a vision. He would then focus on one important part of the vision-a person, place, feeling, etc.-and concentrate on sending that to Persons B and C. They would get a similar vision that related both to the object being touched and what part of the vision on which they were concentrating. In the end, jumping a vision gave three very different but similar pictures of the same viewpoint. They could know where a person was, is, and will be, all at once, with minimal exertion.

"Okay, it's your turn, Harry," Remus said, giving Harry a gentle push in the direction of his brothers.

This would be the first night the triplets attempted to join all three Sight at once. For three weeks-in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, in their bed, in the bathroom, basically anytime they were alone or with people who knew their secret-the triplets practiced jumping their visions in all possible combinations of two. But never had all three of them tried it at once.

Harry took a deep breath and walked over to his brothers. He looked down at them, Quatre with a smile on his face, Heero barely containing his laughter.

Nothing can harm me when I'm with them, Harry told himself. He quickly clamped his hands on both of their shoulders, completing the triangle.

The smile fell from his face as the vision caught him. There was dirt all around him. His nose was engulfed with it. He couldn't breathe. Harry tried to scream, but it was cut off by the maggots crawling on his tongue.

***

Dorothy was, once again, sitting in her favorite cushy chair. She was reading "The Quibbler"-tabloid trash at its most magical-and watching the clock.

Her boys were in training with Professor Lupin, and Dorothy wouldn't be able to see them until 9:30. Their practice wasn't over until 8:45, and they were going to shower and get extra clothes before they went to their cousins' room. Dorothy wasn't allowed at Sight training (though she usually joined them at Gift training and was coming along quite nicely), and she definitely wasn't allowed in the Gryffindor showers.

Normally, Dorothy would be going insane at the thought that she wasn't right by her babies, ready to protect them if they were so much as scratched. And more than willing to de-bone the person or persons that did the scratching. Dorothy was surprisingly calm, though, for two reasons. The first reason being that Professor Lupin was one of Heero's wolves, and if anything were to happen, he would protect her boy. Whether he wanted to or not. It didn't hurt that the professor thought of Harry as a favorite nephew and was growing more and more fond of Quatre every day.

Even with the protection of a wolf, Dorothy would normally be at least a little uneasy. But the second reason for Dorothy's tranquil demeanor-and the more important one-laid to reast any lasting wariness she might have felt. That morning, before the rest of the castle woke, before the sun was even up, Dorothy put down the final piece of the jigsaw puzzle that was her wards. For three weeks, after Quatre's scare with the vision, Dorothy had been plotting a way to make sure her babies would be protected, no matter where she was.

First, Dorothy had gathered spies. It wasn't easy because she couldn't use humans. She needed something small that could be all over the school-or could follow each triplet separately-be easily manipulated and be fairly inconspicuous. It didn't take long for Dorothy to decide on using the bugs on and around campus. She decided to use spiders as a tribute to Heero and "Annette." After that, it was only a matter of imposing her will upon the creatures. A quick whispered, "Imperio Populus," and they bowed to her will. After a "Vester Visus," she could see everything they could. It took her a few days, but Dorothy eventually got used to seeing through their many eyes. Now it was easy, though she usually turned off the eyes of the spiders who weren't around any of her Niamos, putting them on standby, so they could alert her to anything suspicious.

The second part of Dorothy's plan was to set up wards all around the castle. With the use of her spider slaves, it was a very simple matter. All she had to do was manufacture two pounds of nenutay-a viscous, purple substance that the Vanuli used as both an alarm and a barrier to any unwanted visitors-and they took small bits of it wherever she wanted it. Unfortunately, it took several days to make and had to cool for an additional week until it could be used. It hadn't been done until this morning, and she'd put the wards up as soon as she had woken up. She almost missed breakfast.

Dorothy was glad she hadn't, though. She found it quite amusing when Heero told off the bird-Yinta, Yinau, something like that-and threw the present at it. What was even funnier, Dorothy thought, was Maxwell's expression as he realized what was happening over at Gryffindor central. His face-normally blank, and sometimes even the smiling jester of old-went from "sunny" to "rainy" to "get your kids and run-it's going to be a big one" in the span of 5.3 seconds. If Maxwell was the type to admit it-and if Dorothy remembered correctly of the Relena-stalker fiasco, he wasn't-he was feeling pretty jealous right about then.

"Not jealous, anxious," a recognizable voice said from somewhere in the castle.

Another good thing about Dorothy's spider-spies was that they could practically read her mind, so she wouldn't have to read the minds of others. Dorothy withdrew visually and audibly from all but three of her spies, two for her boys, and one on Duo Maxwell and Trowa Barton.

"Sure you aren't," Barton drawled. He was sitting, lounging, really, in a chair in what Dorothy recognized as a Slytherin dorm.

Probably the seventh years', she reasoned. They're there to have a nice, private chat. Well, too bad 'cause I want to hear.Dorothy cackled, as all great witches should, and settled back in her chair to enjoy the show. She was bored, and this would alleviate that condition. Plus, whatever she heard would give her leverage over her fellow Slytherins, and that was always a good thing.

"Yeah, that's right," Maxwell said, facing between the door and the chair in which Barton was sitting, "I'm not jealous of that little twink. Not one, teeny-tiny bit."

"Then what would you call it, Duo?" Barton snapped, showing more emotion than Dorothy had ever seen from him. Maxwell opened his mouth to speak, but Barton waved him away. "No, Duo, don't. You've been whining about Heero being with Quatre for almost two years. It's just gotten a lot worse since he's been back. But the evidence, if you can be trusted to give a truthful account of the events, shows that Heero still cares about you, regardless of his relationship with Quatre."

"Yeah, but he-" Maxwell said.

"But nothing," Barton interrupted. "Heero kissed you. He had sex with you."

He did? Dorothy thought. I didn't know that. Either my youngest is keeping secrets from me, or something else is going on.

"Whatever else Heero feels, he has quite a healthy dose of lust for you," Barton continued. "And if I know Heero, which, admittedly, isn't as well as I used to, he's probably waiting for you to make the next move. That whole "other suitor" deal may just be a ploy to make you jealous enough to do something about this thing you two have-what you used to have." Barton sighed and looked at his lap.

Dorothy engaged another spider and saw that his face looked tired. His whole body screamed "DEFEATED." It made her uncomfortable, so she pulled away.

"What about Quatre?" Maxwell asked, his voice breaking on the "q."

This was the real reason Dorothy listened to them. She needed confirmation of what she expected they thought of Heero and Quatre's relationship, even though it was pretty obvious.

"I can't go up against him and win," Maxwell said, his voice steady once more. "I already lost once; I'll be damned if I'm going to do it again."

"We don't even know conclusively that they are lovers," Barton said, the voice of reason once again, even though his eyes still drooped a little at the corners. "If they were, they must not be now. I don't think Heero would pursue you if he was still with Quatre."

"Oh, you don't think!" Maxwell screamed, breaking the tenuous hold on his emotions.

Dorothy thought he'd had control of himself. I guess I was wrong, she thought, watching Maxwell's breakdown.

"You don't think Heero Yuy would dare cheat!" He threw a book she didn't realize he was holding. It hit the far wall, just missing Barton's head. "He cheated before! He cheated on me! On me!"

That last was loud enough to reach the common room. Dorothy prepared to withdraw from her spy-the show was pretty much over, after all-when Maxwell spoke again. If her spider wasn't right on him, she never would have heard it.

"And, damn it, the bastard, I still love him."

***

"Aah,," Harry said, finishing drying off his chest before getting dressed. He felt so good to be clean and above-ground.

That vision had been something else. Apparently, Heero and Quatre focused on the word "family" while holding the artifact. Or to be more specific, the Dunn family, who, apparently, were quite numerous in the past and would be again in the future, but who were currently, unfortunately, mostly dead. When Harry jumped the vision with his brothers, he jumped into the dead, decaying body of Eliza Dunn. Yuck.

Harry dressed in his pajamas but put a regular robe on over it. He set to packing a bag with clothes for tomorrow and his Charms and Transfigurations books. They were his first classes in the morning, and Harry didn't plan on having enough time to get them before breakfast. As a last though, he grabbed his toothbrush and shoved it in with the rest.

With his things all packed, Harry had nothing to do but wait until Heero and Quatre were done in the shower. Despite the fact that Harry was the dirtiest of the three-he accidentally brought back some of the dirt from the vision-he knew he still had a good ten or fifteen minutes before either of them would be finished. Something about "earth water being fresher than colony water," if Harry remembered correctly. Knowing that, Harry sat down on his bed to wait.

Harry was so lost in thought a few moments later that he barely noticed Neville come in.

"Going somewhere?" Neville asked, his voice uncharacteristically hard.

Harry sighed. Great. Just what I needed. A jealous boyfriend.

"Yes, Neville, I am," Harry said slowly, as he had begun to do in the past few weeks. Any time Harry went somewhere with, did anything with, or even spoke to anyone who wasn't Neville, Ron, Hermione, or faculty, Neville would tense up, get all shify-eyed, and clench his fists. It was especially bad if the "anyones" happened to be Quatre and Heero. It was getting quite annoying.

"You're going with them, aren't you?" Neville said it like he just swallowed a particularly nauseating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean.

"As a matter of fact, I am," Harry announced, rising from his bed. An argument was brewing, and Harry always felt better if he was on a more level playing field with the other participant. He could almost look straight into Neville's eyes while standing, which was a sight better than when he was sitting. "And so is Dorothy," Harry continued. "We are, with Professor Dumbledore's consent and enthusiasm, going down to the visitors' quarters to have a massive, eight-way orgy!"

Neville flinched at the ferocity in Harry's voice. "I'm sorry, Harry," Neville said. He reached out to touch Harry, but Harry jerked away. "I don't mean to be jealous. It's just that they're so-"

"They're so gorgeous, and you're just you. Pudgy, little Longbottom," Harry spat. He crossed his arms defensively. "I've heard it all before. God, Neville, what's it going ot take before you believe that I'm not going to cheat on you? How many times do I have to tell you that you're gorgeous to me, even if you're not to yourself. I love you," Harry said to him for the first time. He wasn't all that surprised to know it was the truth. "Can't you understand that? I love you."

Harry turned away and wiped a trickle of tears off his cheek.

"When you can understand that and are willing to trust me, come talk to me." Harry picked up his bag and left the room. "Please, tell Quatre and Heero I've gone on."

He didn't bother to look back.

***

"That's just awful," Relena said, for the twentieth time that night. "I can't believe that. When are humans going to learn that a Vanuli's word is his honor. He-or she, for that matter-isn't going to break it lightly."

"Maybe once they start keeping their word," Lucy said, playfully punching her husband to lighten the mood. As the only human of the eight people in the room-nine, if she counted the unborn Allurna-Lucy felt it her duty to protect the good name of her species. As a soon-to-be mother and a Vanuli by marriage, Lucretzia Noin-Peacecraft felt it her duty to tear out the beating heart of anyone who hurt her family.

Zechs explained that fact to her the same way he explained everything else-way too late. If Lucy didn't love her husband as much as she did, he would have been dead by the end of their wedding reception. Which, coincidentally, was the same time he felt the need to tell her all about magic, the Vanuli, and him being the Minister of Magic. They had some pretty funny pictures of that, including the entire magical wedding party taking a dive into the lake to get away from Noin-zilla. And another of them coming out of it.

"I know what'll cheer you up!" Relena announced, snapping her fingers and jumping off the bed. "A present!"

She ran into the living room, presumably to get whatever it was. If it cheered up this crowd, Lucretzia was all for it. Harry, understandably, had a terribly depressing puppy-dog pout plastered on his face. Heero and Quatre didn't look too much better, both at a loss at to how to cheer up their brother. Dorothy sat in a corner of the bed, chewing her lip. It was the most down Lucy had ever seen her. She couldn't figure out was was bothering Dorothy, though. Normally, she would be jumping for joy-quietly, of course, so as not to offend her Niamo's delicate sensibilities-at the thought of one of her Niamos getting that much closer to not dating a human. Or anyone, really. Tashpi was upset, too, if the expression on her face was an indicator. The fact that she had one was what tipped off Lucy. Tashpi never had any expression other than blank, unless she was sad.

I wonder what her happy face would look like, Noin thought, offhandedly. Relena probably knows.

"Here it is," Relena proclaimed, climbing onto the bed and pushing a big,white box towards Harry. A second look at Relena, and Lucy could tell that her bright was too bright to be real. She was fake-cheery.

Harry looked at the box, then at Relena. The box. Relena. The box. Relena. The box. Relena. "What is it?" he asked.

"Well, I can't tell you that, Harry," Relena said, looking offronted. She grinned, breaking the picture of offense. "Just open it, and you'll see. It's from your mother, Morgan. I just brought it."

Harry smiled, a real one, but small, and opened the box. His smiled widened into a genuine grin when he saw what it was. "Oh, my," he said in awe. He pulled it out of the box.

"Quatre mailed me after a certain "incident" involving dancing, tables, and transfigured robes. He thought it best to get you one. If you compare it to his and Heero's, you'll notice it's almost an exact match. Morgan made them as a set when you were born." Relena said. She scooted over closer to Harry, who was stroking the robe as though it were a new fur coat of the softest mink. Only it was better.

"Okay," Relena said, visibly going into teacher mode. "Now, the history of the Amenea robe is quite intricate. The number of slashes in the skirt in indicative of how many children the mother has when the child is born. The slashes on the arm indicate..."

Relena spoke about the Amenea robe until she went through its entire history.

"I know you don't exactly have a full history of our people," Milliardo said from beside Lucy. "So what do you want to know next?"

"Everything," Harry said, finally looking up from his robe. "I want to know everything."

Selune