Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ While You Were Sleeping ( Chapter 27 )

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 27: While You Were Sleeping

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table at breakfast, Quatre to his right, Hermione to his left, Neville in front of him, and Ron to Neville's right. Harry fidgeted, playing with his napkins, moving his food around, and all in all not doing what a growing boy should be doing at breakfast-namely, eating.

Today was the day. The day that Harry would meet the rest of his brothers and sisters. Understandably, he was nervous. What if they don't like me? he thought. Or what if I don't like them? Maybe none of us will like one another.

As upsetting as that train of thought was, Harry gladly didn't move the tracks because hiding in the back of his mind was another thought that Harry tried to squash by sheer willpower.

What if it doesn't work? What if we just make it worse-again?

Fourteen days and ten magical beings. The length of Heero's coma and the types of magic Dorothy, Quatre, and Harry pumped into Heero to try to get him to wake up. To say they were disasters would be like saying Dudley was "a little overweight."

The first time Dorothy introduced foreign magic into Heero, she used centaur magic. It had caused Heero's mind to wake up-but not his body-which resulted in his mind being temporarily thrown out of his body. In full centaur gear, meaning that Heero had, in effect, astral projected himself, as a centaur, halfway across his hospital room. Harry only knew about it after Quidditch practice, when he had a vision, seeing through Dorothy's eyes.

After that, Dorothy wasn't allowed to try to wake up Heero on her own.

Over the course of the next thirteen days, Harry, Quatre, and Dorothy had thrown so much magic from so many different species at Heero that it was a wonder he didn't go into cardiac arrest. (At least, that's what Maddy said when she found out what they were doing.)

The second time-two days after Dorothy's initial try-they used the magic of Heero's werewolves, but they only used the ones who were born werewolves. Werewolves who were "made" tended to have magic similar to that of wizards, or of whatever species they were before they were turned. Heero's reaction to the werewolf magic was, again, to throw his mind out of his body. That time as a large brown wolf.

The very next day-night-their vampire allies showed up. Making sure the centaurs didn't see them (the two species were bitter enemies, for some reason), they had met the vampires outside of the castle. Quatre and Harry had "borrowed" their magic, while Dorothy kept watch. The vampire magic didn't react exactly as expected. After absorbing the magic, Heero didn't astral project, as he had the other two times. Instead, he had turned very pale, grew fangs, and bit his lip (accidentally, they thought, what with the new fangs and all), making them bleed. Thankfully, Heero's stint as a sort-of vampire was short-lived. The next morning, he was-relatively-his normal self.

That morning, they fed Heero hippocampus magic. Hippocampi were half-horse, half-fish creatures. They lived in both fresh and saltwater, flourishing in large spaces. Quatre and Heero had become allies with a school off the coast of Spain. When Quatre mentioned his alliance to the school of hippocampi in the lake, they were only two happy to help. Unfortunately, it-like the others-didn't turn out as they wanted it to. Instead of waking up, the magic gave Heero all-over body scales and a horse's mane, to boot. It only lasted about half an hour, but it was a picture Harry would gladly never see again.

The fifth attempt, Harry and his family used the merpeople in the lake. Because Quatre had some sort of phobia and Harry didn't know how, Dorothy changed into a merrow and negotiated with them. Of course, Dorothy got what she wanted with minimal exertion. When they had tried the magic on Heero, it had seemed about to work. Heero had groaned and twitched over to his side after not moving by himself in a little over a week. When Heero changed, they had all been shocked. Heero's legs had become fins, his hair had grown down to mid-fin-it was blonde, too-and Heero's upper half had become dainty, almost feminine. Except for his face and the lack of breasts, Heero had looked much like the mermaid portrait in the Prefect's bathroom. Heero had been like that for two days.

The day Heero changed back to his normal body, more of their allies arrived. They were beautiful women, their only flaw being their clawed feet. They didn't speak the entire time they were on the grounds of Hogwarts. Heero did, though , after astral projecting once again. Heero's haunting song brought wizards from the deepest bowels of the Slytherin dungeons. It had only been then that Harry figured out what those women were-Sirens. They had had an awful time keeping the enchanted wizards out of the Infirmary. Dorothy eventually had to charm the main entrance with the strongest lock known to the Vanuli.

The day after that fiasco, Harry awoke to the sound of buzzing in his ears. Pixies-not just the Cornish race, but every type-had arrived to try to wake up "the Vanish prince." Harry had been taken aback at their archaic pronunciation, even more so at the reason they wanted to help. They would be famous in the fairy world if they revived a Vanuli when no one else could. Despite their reason, Harry and Quatre had let them try. Their magic was so weak, Heero only turned electric blue (the color of pixies) for a few minutes, and that was it.

After the pixies, the thestrals attempted it with their magic. That had been a hell of a time, trying to use the Fury Shooters without scaring the horses. Much to Harry's-and Quatre's and Dorothy's-disappoinment, nothing had happened. Not one damn thing.

After the thestrals, several dozen Veela showed up on the steps of Hogwarts, looking for the fame, as well. Dorothy had had such hope for them because the two species' magics wee so similar in many respects, but in the end, she was disappointed. Heero had astral projected for several hours-the longest time yet-as a Veela. They had actually been able to hold a conversation with Heero and comfort him a bit, so Harry didn't think it was a complete waste of time.

The wood nymphs came two days after-yesterday, in fact-and they were a bigger disappointment than the Veelas. After absorbing the nymphs' magic, a garden had sprouted up around Heero. Poppy had freaked when she'd seen it , and the three Vanuli had spent the entire night cleaning it up.

But all that was then, and this was now. The final attempt. If Heero didn't wake up after this, he was just going to have to sleep for the next four weeks.

"It'll be okay, Harry," Hermione said, patting his forearm. "All of my research says it should worked, so don't worry so much."

Harry clasped Hermione's hand with his right hand. "I know, Hermione," he said. "I'm probably worrying for nothing."

Harry looked across the Great Hall and Dorothy. To the casual-and maybe even the not-so-casual-observer, she was the strong, put together Dot that she always was. Harry could see the slight redness in her eyes, due to lack of sleep, and the unusual messiness of her eyebrows-they almost didn't fork-and they way she kept shuffling her food around her plate, not eating any of it.

"It's time," Quatre said, lightly squeezing Harry's shoulder. Harry almost jumped out of his seat, he was so startled. Harry nodded, and the two brothers got up, not looking back to make sure Dorothy was behind them.

***

The family stood outside the castle walls, their mother having just given the signal that they had arrived. It had taken them two weeks to get here, having to wait until both Mother and their oldest sister were able to be there. Allegara-who was most definitely not the oldest sister, but was, in fact, the youngest-stood with her Naiyama, Imaiya, on the fringe of her thirty-three siblings. She had been raring to go the minute Ismea's owl had entered Haven, but like the others, she'd had to wait. Mother forbid Morgans the Seventh and Eighth missed this once in a lifetime event.

"-we are the Royal family, and we will act as such," Allegara's mother said from upon the landing. "You will not stare, gawk, or otherwise gaze inappropriately at any of the wizard inventions. You will not..."

Allegara tuned her out. Mother had been saying the exact same thing ever since they left Haven. Everything she said boiled down to one thing-"Don't embarrass me." Not "don't embarrass the family," or "don't embarrass our house." Morgan didn't care so much about the reputation of her House, except for how it reflected on her, seeing as how she was Head of LeFey House.

Allegara looked around at what she could see of the grounds. She had grown up around Hogwarts, since she was the fifth child between her mother and her father, and her father was a centaur. To this day, Allegara felt more comfortable, more stable, on four legs than on two, but as the grandaughter of the Queen, the daughter of the Head of LeFey House, and the sister of the future King, Allegara couldn't afford to indulge herself like that. Centaurs were "foul, smelly beasts with no class whatsoever," according to Mother. Allegara sometimes wondered if Mother had felt the same way when she was fucking one.

"Pay attention, Allegara," Imaiya said, poking her in the ribs.

"Yes, mother," Allegara said, petulantly.

Imaiya had been Allegara's Naiyama since she turned sixteen, six years ago. Allegara was always the playful sort of person, even now that she was twenty-two. Even so, when Imaiya had refused to declare Allegara an adult on her eighteenth Life Day, Allegara had been disappointed and angry enough to invoke the Rite of Kaigel. After Imaiaya finished wiping the floor with her, Allegara had come to except-no, embrace-her Naiyama's decision. She was a child who never had to grow up, and she loved it.

"They're opening the doors," Imaiya said, taking Allegara by the elbow, so she wouldn't lose her.

***

"Are you ready?" Quatre asked, his hand on the doorknob.

"Not really," Harry said, looking a little green.

"Too bad," Quatre said, right as Dorothy ran her fingers through Harry's hair and said, "I'll take care of him."

Secure in the knowledge Harry wouldn't be quite as overwhelmed as he, himself, had been, Quatre opened the door, expecting to see his oldest sibling (on either side of his family) at the front of the crowd. He was surprised to see not only Morgan LeFey the Eighth, but his mother as well.

"Hello, Mother," Quatre said when he got his voice back. He coughed once and raised his voice. "Donai Maya, my family."

"Hello, Malal," Mother said, making her way into the Entrance Hall. "Donai Maya, my son." Mother looked over at Harry and Dorothy. "Dona Maya, Ismea. And you must be Nelat." Moragan reached out to pat his head, but Quatre say him flinch. Not much, but enough that Mother could tell. She pretended not to notice, but she put her hand down without touching Harry. "Donai Maya, Nelat, my son."

Mother turned back to Quatre. "What would you like for us to do?" she inquired.

"I wasn't exactly expecting you, Mother, but this is a nice surprise. I have some questions for you after... Just afterwards," Quatre said. He would ask his mother if she knew how one of her Fury Shooters fell into enemy hands. After she told him the truth, Quatre would be able to put that suspicion to rest. "At the moment, however, I ask for everyone to follow me." Quatre began walking towards the Infirmary, and his family followed. "We will, doubtless, meet a witch or two before we reach the Hospital Wing. I ask that you say nothing to them. Not one single word. There are certain family secrets they don't need to know.

"Once we reach the Infirmary, and ultimately, Imela's room, I ask that everyone pair up into twos. You all know what to do after that. Nelat, Ismea, and myself will make up the last team. After you and your partner have finished, I ask that you leave the Infirmary and wait in the hall. There is a very limited amount of space, and Imela is not the only patient."

Quatre reached the doors to the Hospital Wing, opened them, and went inside. "I ask that only four teams be in the Infirmary at any one time," he said, quieter than before. Quatre motioned for the first four teams to follow him to Heero's room. Quatre would be overseeing the procedure, making sure that nobody drained themselves too much and that Heero's magic didn't reach toxic levels.

"Okay, Mother, Morgan, you may begin the process." Quatre watched from the other side of Heero as his mother and sister drew their magic out of their bodies and into the Fury Orbs. They separated the magic from themselves and sent it to be absorbed by Heero. The entire process took less than a minute.

A little over half an hour later, his sister, Allegara, and her Naiyama Imaiya finished, leaving only Quatre, Harry, and Dorothy remaining. Unlike the rest of their family, they decided to do this with a little bit more finesse. Quatre and Harry stood on opposite sides of the bed, with Dorothy at the foot. They all clasped hands and focused on their energy. Quatre could feel himself draining, but he could also feel Harry and Dorothy getting weaker, too. Quatre opened his eyes and saw a huge Fury Shooter in the middle of their triangle, right over Heero's belly. The three of them released their hands and stepped away, causing the Magice Giver to fall straight down.

They sat in the plastic chairs. All they could do now was wait.

***

"I can't believe it didn't work," Hermione said that night at dinner. "I was sure, just absolutely certain that it would work. All the books said so."

Harry ignored his friend and ate his potatoes. Today had been the worst day of his life. After the hideous disaster that morning, Harry had been forced to make conversation with his brothers, sisters, and mother, twelve of whom hit on him within the first forty seconds of talking to him. After that, he'd been forced to go to class, which meant Double Potions with the Slytherins.

He had been working with Ron, as usual, and ended up adding just a little too much powdered bicorn, resulting in the potion turning the exact opposite of the right color, and causing teeny, tiny explosion. In Snape's face. Needless to say, Snape hadn't been too pleased, and Harry and Ron had to clean it up, making them late for Double Defense.

The good news was, Professor Lupin didn't mind so much that they were late, seeing as how Quatre had explained what was going on. Defense was actually pretty good, in fact, until Remus' boggart for the third years escaped its cabinet. It caused pandemonium among the students. The boggart turned into Snape, Umbridge, surprisingly, a teapot, and himself and Heero dead (that last one was probably from Quatre). By the time the boggart reached Harry, most of the class was in tears, trying to remember the spell to get rid of it.

For Harry, the boggart changed into a boy. A very beautiful, sensual boy. Harry couldn't figure out why he was afraid of that. But then he took a closer look. The boy had hair as black as midnight under a new moon. His eyes were like blue crystals, icy and perfect. His lips were plump and red, almost too fat to be natural. Harry noticed those and a dozen other body parts, and it wasn't too hard to add one plus one and come up with three. Harry had screamed bloody murder until Hermione had the good sense to vanquish it.

Harry was just waiting for someone to ask about his fear.

Double Herbology hadn't been bad, after lunch, except for the fact that his and Neville's relationship was strained at the moment, and the two of them were partners. Technically, they had made up a week ago-after the mermaid incident-and what a make up it had been! But the next day, when Neville saw Quatre and Harry sleeping in the same bed, he'd gone ballistic. Again. Harry hated to do it, but he was seriously thinking about breaking it off with Neville. Completely. Harry would try to talk with him-a real, honest-to-God heart-to-heart-after Heero woke up.

Which was the one and only thing that tipped the day from "bad" into "worst of life." Their attempt at waking up Heero that morning would be the last. The very last. So Harry would just have to wait the-most likely-four weeks until Heero woke up.

"So what are you going to do tonight?" Harry asked Quatre, sipping his soup. He didn't really feel like eating, but he hadn't eaten all day.

"I've got a potion to make," Quatre said, looking up at the ceiling. "I just hope I can make it all in time. Dorothy's going to help me." Quatre looked at Harry and bit his lip. "What about you?"

"I'm probably going to stop by the guest quarters for a while, then go to bed. Allegara invited me to play a game with her," Harry said, referring to his youngest, older sister. For some reason that Harry couldn't figure out, she reminded him of Tonks. "I have to get some sleep for the game tomorrow."

Tomorrow was the third Quidditch match of the season, and the first one that Gryffindor would play. They were playing Ravenclaw. Harry sighed. He'd really wanted Heero to watch him play.

Harry would probably go to the Infirmary later, if he could get away from Allegara in time. He wanted-needed-to see Heero again.

***

Morgan sat beside Imela in a chair she conjured. She'd looked at the one provided for a full minute before disgustedly pushing it out of her way. She was a member of the Royal family and, as such, was used to much better accouterments.

Morgan fumed as she took the prince's hand in her own. How dare he! she thought. She knew exactly who had hurt her brother and how he had been hurt. As a matter of fact, how dare she!

About ten years ago-when Morgan was in her late eighties-Morgan had watched as her mother gave Fury Shooters to a seven year-old Imela. Five years after that, Imela had, for some unknown reason, relinquished his defense and gave them to a wizard scientist, Dr. J. Neither Morgan nor her husband nor her children nor her siblings could figure out why he would do something like that. After a while of searching and finding nothing, Morgan stopped looking, and eventually, she forgot about it. Until now.

She didn't care too much now about why Imela did what he did. Her only concern was about her mother.

Why didn't Mother destroy those Fury Shooters years ago?

***

Heero was floating in the blackness, for once. He didn't think about anything important, preferring instead to just let his mind drift wherever it wanted to go.

As far as Heero could tell, he'd been in this coma for somewhere between a week and a half and two weeks. He figured it out by counting the visits. About every day or every other day, his brothers and Dorothy would come in with different types of magic. They would force it through him, and all kinds of weird things would happen. Heero wasn't sure whether to be amused or annoyed at it.

This last time was different, though. Instead of just Quatre, Harry, and Dorothy, dozens of people came to visit. Heero didn't even try to figure out who they were; their presences evoked a natural response in him, and he recognized them as family.

With the other magics, Heero had tried to fight them. They were different and wrong and should not be a part of him. Heero's rejection of the magic was what caused the different reactions in him. Of that, Heero was sure, and if he hadn't been then, he was now. Heero accepted the new magic of the other Vanuli as though it was his own. And now it was.

The new magic flowed through Heero's body, making him stronger as he drifted on a sea of nothingness. Heero could feel himself getting warm, starting at his belly and flowing to all places within him. Warm turned to warmer turned to hot turned to scalding. Heero struggled against this even as he told himself to just let it happen. Body and mind warred with one another, each intent on winning this battle.

Heero burned and burned and burned, the magic coursing through him like poison. He felt his body under under him, over him, within him.

Just ride it out!he screamed at himself. But he couldn't. It hurt! Oh, it hurt so much! And then Heero just screamed.

***

Maddy was in her office-it used to be a storage room, but Poppy had converted it after the first week of Heero's illness-reading a trashy romance novel called Paint By Numbers. Maddy laughed again at the title characters' names. She knew it wasn't enough to get the author sued-she thought so, anyway-but she sometimes wondered what her brother would do if he heard about the book. Especially since the "Quatre" in the novel was a whiney, sniveling, spoiled brat and the "Heero" wasn't much better-even though she was the heroine.

Maddy leaned back in her chair and turned the page. This was the third book in the series-they came out every six months or so-and Maddy wanted to finish it quickly.

She had just gotten to a good part-the mandatory introduction of the bodice-ripping bad boy "Duo"-when she heard a noise. Having seen several horror vids and knowing what happened to the supporting characters who wandered off on their own, Maddy got out her wand and carefully approached her door.

There were only a few patients in the Infirmary at the moment. The Ravenclaw keeper, who had hurt himself during practice. The mandatory Gryffindor caught in a Potions mishap. And of course, Heero. Even though Heero was the only patient she was actually treating, she looked in on Michael Corner and Colin Creevey before moving onto Heero's room, in the semi-permanent wing. He had been moved their after the third day of his coma.

As Maddy approached Heero's room, she heard the unholy yowl again, and flung open the door. The sight before her was enough to scare away Director Une, if she were a witch. The curtains and the bedsheets were on fire, and as Heero thrashed about on the bed, then opened his mouth and shrieked again, he was still on the bed. A woman no older than forty tried to hold Heero down.

Maddy walked into the room, quickly confirming the situation. "What happened?" she asked the woman she assumed to be Heero's mother.

"I'm not sure," the woman said, grabbing Heero's hand as he tried to scratch her. "He was normal, unconscious, and then the was like this. It was very sudden."

Maddy nodded her head. "Step back," she told the Vanuli. The woman looked as Maddy as though she were crazy. "Step back," Maddy ordered again. She was the Healer here, and this woman better understand that! The woman nodded and let go.

"Petrificus Totalus," Maddy said, cursing Heero. Satisfied for the moment, she turned to the Vanuli woman. "Go get Quatre, Harry, and Dorothy. I don't know how long this will last."

"Who?" the woman said, and Maddy recognized her mistake.

"Malal, Nelat, and Ismea," Maddy said, turning back to her patient. When she saw out of the corner of her eye that the woman was still there, she whirled back around. "Don't just stand there. Go!"

The Vanuli ran off, and Maddy turned back to Heero. The curse wouldn't hold him long, and he was already starting to twitch.

Selune