Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ We Three Kings ( Chapter 30 )

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 30: We Three Kings

"Run!" Quatre screamed, and Harry hastened to obey.

Harry's brothers and sisters were faster than he'd expected-what with the majority of them having no objection to changing form-and his only defense was to do the unexpected. He'd already led the crowd of Game-playing Vanuli out of the castle, and he was currently running across the flat plain of the grounds of Hogwarts. There was only one way Harry and his team could win the Game, so Harry took it.

His feet barely touching the ground, Harry ran into the Forbidden Forest, his siblings following after.

***

"Care to dance?" Annette asked, putting her hand on Daemon's shoulder. She smiled as Daemon turned around, anxiously awaiting his response.

"No, I'm sorry. I can't. I'm sort of looking for some-" Daemon got a good look at her, his eyes widening in fear and rememberance, "one."

"Well, I guess you've found her, haven't you?" Annette said. She walked out to the dance floor, and he followed along like a rag doll.

Daemon allowed her to put his hands around her waist. "Heero," he said.

Annette coughed, pointedly.

"Annette," he corrected. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just having a little fun," Annette said, grinning like a cat about to catch a canary. "I figured this would get-and keep-your attention long enough to have a little chat."

"What about?"

Annette leaned in closely tiptoeing to whisper in his ear. "Your past, your present, and your fututre, brother."

***

Quatre finally caught up with Harry-when that boy wanted to, he could run!-and dragged him into the safety of some aptly-placed bushes.

"Hey! What the-!" Harry shouted, before Quatre put a hand on his mouth.

"Shh!" Quatre said.

Harry had lost the Vahir about an hour ago to one of the older sisters, Maykin, and since then, Quatre and his team (which was barely more than a pair, with just himself, Dorothy, Harry, and a brother in his late-twenties, Hakir) had been scouring the Forest, looking for that tell-tale blue light, ready to pounce and take the prize for themselves. Unfortunately, they'd somehow split up, and it was up to Quatre to find his teammates and take them to the most obvious place any noble-born Vanuli would think to go when in unfamiliar terrain: Haven. Luckily-though probably not, the LeFeys orginally settled on what was now Hogwarts ground-an entrance to the Vanuli capital city was only a couple of rivers, a few trees, and a dozen more aptly-placed bushes away.

"What are you doing?" Harry hissed at Quatre.

"Shh!" Quatre whispered. "I have a plan." Quatre made the signal, and Dorothy and Hakir came out of their hiding places.

"Are we ready?" Dorothy asked, in her normal, loud voice, after jumping down from a tree.

"Shh!" Quatre shushed her. Didn't she know that secret, genius plans needed secrecy, quiet, and, well, genius to work?

"Malal, there's no one else around," Hakir said, changing his form from a chameleon-how original-back to his normal humanoid state. Unconscious of his nudity, he joined Quatre and the others in a huddle.

"What's the plan, Oh Great One?" Dorothy said. She never was much fun to play the Game with, always getting bored after only four or five hours of play.

Quatre motioned for the others to huddle in closer, so no eavesdropping changelings could over hear. No one moved an inch. "Oh, fine!" Quatre said, giving up. "The Vahir is most likely to be back in Haven by now. I propose we go in together, Dorothy, Hakir, and I, ahem, "persuade" other players to get out of our way, giving Harry-Nelat-a straight shot to the Vahir, winning us the Game. What do you thinkk?"

The other three looked at each other and nodded.

"Okay. Let's do it."

***

Heero had dragged Daemon out of the Great Hall-after changing back to his normal form and telling Duo that he would be back as soon as he was finished-and into a very familiar room in which he couldn't ever remember being. It was on the same floor as the Great Hall, but it looked more fitted to being an "outside" classroom. It had sort of a centaur feel to it.

"Okay, Heero, you've got me alone now," Daemon said, backing into the classroom. "So why don't you go ahead and hex me, or kill me, or do whatever it is you're goin to do to me, so we can get out of here and get on with our lives."

Heero smiled-not a smirk or a sneer, but a real, honest-to-Mother smile-and advanced on Daemon. "Dae, Dae, Dae," he said. "I don't want to hurt you. I want to reward you." Heero stopped three feet from Daemon and watied for him to process that information.

"Reward me?" Daemon bumped into a chair and flopped onto it. "Why?"

"We had a verbal contract," Heero explained. "You lived up to your part of it, so I'm living up to my part." It was really quite simple.

"What do you mean? What contract?" Daemon looked very confused and bewildered. It probably shouldn't be that unexpected because Heero was sure that Daemon, at least partially, caused the event that led up to him saving Heero.

"Remember 'You want forgiveness? You have to bring me back to life.' Or something along those lines." Daemon's eyes widened, finally comprehending. Heero spun in a full circle, showing off his fully healed body. "Ta-da. I think I look much better alive than dead. What do you think?"

"Well, I, um," Daemon sputtered. "It's my fault you got hurt in the first place."

Heero pulled up a chair in front of Daemon and grabbed his hands. "I know that, and that's why this reward comes with some conditions." Heero tilted Daemon's chin up to meet his eyes. "I offer to you a probationary brothership, set for one month. You will receive all of my knowledge on me, my family, and my species in general. For the entire month, you will be put under a spell that, should you choose to divulge any of what I have to you to or around anyone who is not me, Harry, Quatre, or Dorothy-including any Polyjuiced or otherwise glamoured individuals-your throat will constrict, not only making it impossible for you to speak, but also cutting off your air supply. If you continue your attempt, you will eventually die. If I find your trying to divulge my secrets, helping my enemies, or otherwise displeasing me in an attempt to harm, hurt, or humiliate my family, your brother status shall be stripped, and I will kill you in a most unpleasant manner."

Heero sat back, breaking eye contact with Daemon. "If, at the end of the month, you have given a satisfactory performance, a vote will be held between me and my family about whether or not to make you a full member of the family and a true Vanuli. A unanimous vote is needed. Thereafter, if the vote is in your favor we will begin the long and arduous process of turning you into a full LeFey and a true Vanuli."

"What if I say no?" Daemon asked, no doubt frightened at the aspect of either evolving into a higher species or death at the hands of an angry Heero.

"The same thing that will happen if the vote is not in your favor," Heero said. "I will Obliviate you of this and all other conversations pertaining to this, declare our Life Debts settled, and cut all ties with you." Heero made to get up. "I realize this is a big decision. I'll give you twenty-four hours to decide."

Daemon grabbed Heero's forearm. "No. I know. Now." Heero perched on the end of his chair. "What do I need to do?"

Nodding, Heero conjured a contract-very standard, really-and handed it and a quill pen to him. "Just sign here...here...and here."

***

"Oh, my god," Harry said upon first sight of Haven. Completely forgetting his objective-namely winning the Game-he began to admire the city.

Haven was the Vanuli capital city, and the only one left populated solely by Vanuli. It was situated in the fairy world, a completely different plane of existence than the human world. Like most myths and legends said, time moved differently in Haven. There were several "pockets" that Harry observed, where time was moving faster or slower relative to his pocket. It was so slow in some pockets that Harry could see every movement the people made. In other pockets, the people were a blur because time was going so fast. Time even ran backwards in some of the pockets! According to Hakir, Vanuli usually went in those to gain back the youth they'd lost in one of the ultra-fast ones.

Harry admired the houses on the dirt street he was on. The were made of what looked like very dense, cut grass, but at the same time, they looked like they were growing up from the ground. None of the houses had doors, only huge frames to let the sun in. The houses were interlocking, so one house seemed to go on and on for miles. Some seemed to be built right on toop of one another. Trees covered practically every spot behind the houses on both sides of the street, blocking out most of the sunlight until they reached their tops, where they almost bent backwards, letting in the light. It was about midnight back at Hogwarts, but the sun beat down on Harry here, as bright as noontime.

The crowning glory of Haven, in Harry's opinion, was the palace. Made entirely of crystal-as Quatre had said-it sparkled with a brilliance of a multi-faceted diamond. It looked like nothing so much as a quartz crystal, made to the scale of Hogwarts. It was beautiful.

"C'mon, Nay, snap out of it," Hakir said, shaking him a bit. "We've got a Vahir to catch."

Harry pulled himself away from looking at the bustling city-which housed approximately one-eigth of the Vanuli population-and put himself to rights. There would be plenty of time for admiring later. Now, he had a Game to win!

Harry spotted a streak of blue in a fast-moving pocket full of party-goers. "Over there!"

***

Heero finally made his way back to Duo. It was far after the twenty minutes he originally promised, and he hoped Duo wasn't too mad. It had just been too good an opportunity to pass up with Daemon. Which had turned out quite different than Heero's expectations. Daemon rarely did things impulsively, but when he did, he did it with the fervor of a Gryffindor rescuing a damsel in distress.

"Miss me?" Heero asked, sidling up to Duo and linking their arms.

Duo turned away from the girl to whom he was talking-another Slytherin, by her badge, Daphne something-or-other-and gave Heero the full brightness of his thousand kilo-watt smile. "There you are! Did you get everything straightened out?"

"Perfectly," Heero said, standing on his tiptoes to give Duo a peck on the lips. He lowered his voice. "What do you say we get out of here?"

Duo nodded and went about making his platitudes to Daphne. "We'll have to continue this some other time. I'm gonna go with Heero, here."

"I understand," Daphne said, winking, her eyes flashing to Heero, then back to Duo. "I'll just leave you two alone, then." She backed up a few feet, then turned around and walked briskly to a round table literally covered in Slytherin girls.

"She doesn't seem that bad," Heero said, surprised but trying not to show it. He didn't really think about it much, but when he did, he usually bought most of the rumors about Slytherins. How hard-hearted and cold and evil they were. With the exceptions were mostly just for the "evil" part; Dorothy actually confirmed a lot of the stereotypes for him-he thought that was how most of them were.

"Most of us are," Duo said. "Except Malfoy, the ferrety, little brat. If Potter hadn't done what he did to Malfoy, I would have gladly jumped in and cursed him."

"What happened to him?" Heero said, steering Duo towards the door. He could vaguely remember Dorothy telling him something about Harry and Malfoy and St. Mungo's while he was "indisposed," but he couldn't remember much about it. "And where is he?"

"You mean you don't know?"

"Duo, I've been awake for six hours, max, and I've been with you most of the time. I know very little of what has happened these past two weeks."

'Oh. Okay. Well, here's what happened..."

***

"Ha-huh, ha-huh, ha-huh," Harry laughed, barely able to stand up. He had a glass of Booamyie in his hand and his wrist seemed permanently blue from the dozens of Bellarmees he had eaten. "Tell me more, gorgeous."

Harry was talking to the most fascinating person. He was telling Harry all about Quatre and Heero and Dorothy before they met Harry. No one else seemed to want to talk about that time in their lives-not that Harry blamed them, really; he didn't really like talking about that time in his life, either-and he was absolutely hilarious.

"You're cute, you know that?" Balor said, catching Harry when he tripped over his own feet.

"Damn," Harry said. He'd sloshed his Booamyie all out of his cup. "All gone," he said wistfully.

Balor held onto Harry's bicep, keeping him steady. "You've probably had enough, anyway, your Grace."

Balor insisted on calling Harry by his title, even though he and the others were yet to be confirmed as the Crown Princes. If it had been most people, Harry would have been annoyed, but Balor had a way of saying it that made him feel nice. Special. Unique. He hadn't felt that way in awhile. Balor liked Harry because of the way he looked. Not because he was Destined to do Great Things. Not even wholely because he had an immense amount of power-though Balor admitted it was a factor. No, Balor found Harry attractive because he found Harry attractive. He wasn't jealous or possessive or intentionally cruel in a play to make Harry want him.

"Did I ever tell you about my boyfriend back home?" Harry asked, playing with the top button on Balor's shirt. He stood in front of his cousin-son of his mother's sister's daughter-forcing him to stop. He looked up into Balor's eyes. "Did I?"

Balor sighed. "Yes, my Prince. Several times." Balor lead Harry to an upraised, very complicated system of roots. Harry sat down, and the roots moved to cradle his butt, making for a very comfortable seat. Balor knelt in front of him, unconscously mirroring Neville's position of a few weeks ago.

"I love him, you know?" Harry said, his eyes tearing up. Damnit! He knew he drank too much. He made for a weepy drunk. "And I keep telling him and telling him and telling him, but he doesn't believe me. He's just so sure that I'm sleeping with Harry and Quatre, but I'm not! And I'm not going to until I absolutely have to. He just.... He doesn't understand."

Balor took Harry's hand in his. "It sounds to me like he doesn't appreciate you. After all, he's just a human. Another Vanuli could understand your situation better than any human never could."

Harry chuckled, letting his legs fall apart. "And you just might be that Vanuli, right?"

Balor shook his head and moved in between Harry's parted legs. "Probably not. I'm ten years older than you, but I've never had as much responsibility as you do. When I'm ready, I'll be able to choose my spouse. Even after I'm married, I'll be able to sleep with other people. As many as my mate and I have agreed upon. You don't have that luxury. You will become our new King. I don't think anyone who's never been in that position can ever really understand it."

"So what do you suggest I do?" Harry asked, looking deep into Balor's eyes. "Fuck my brothers until it's all better? Completely forget about Neville?"

"Of course not," Balor's hands moved from Harry's hands to his thighs. "I suggest that you prove to this human that you love him, and you will contine to love him for as long as you are a prince. He can either accept what you are able to give him, or he can lose what little time the two of you have left." Balor gently took hold of Hary's chin and pulled him down to mere few inches from Balor's face. "But first, I suggest you prove it to yourself."

Balor kissed Harry. Innocently at first, lips pressing against lips. Slowly, they built up their passion, Balor's tongue seeking entrance into Harry's mouth, Harry sucking in Balor's tongue. Harry clung to Balor's back, and Balor snaked his arms around Harry's waist. The kiss was nice-very, very nice-but Harry couldn't help thinking about Neville, feeling guilty for this.

Harry pulled back from the kiss. "Stop. Stop."

Balor pulled away from Harry, smiling dreamily. "Do you have your answers, now?"

Harry nodded. "I have to let him go. I'm only going to hurt him in the end. It's better to do it now, before he falls in love with me."

"Your Grace, I don't see how he can't already be in love with you."

***

Heero played with the hem of his robe, waiting for Duo to say the password. He'd never seen the Slytherin dorms, but that wasn't what he was worried about. Actually, he couldn't care less about the appearance of anything at the moment. Not himself, not Duo, and definitely not the immediate surroundings.

"Stop chewing your lips, babe," Duo said, rubbing his thumb over Heero's lips. "They'll get chapped."

The wall swung open, and Heero followed Duo passed the Common Room, down to the Seventh years' dorms. Because there were so many Seventh year boy Slytherins, they had two dorms, four in each room. Duo, Trowa, Daemon, and Zabini were in a room, and Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Nott were in the other.

Duo led Heero to his bed, and they both sat down. Heero immediately began playing with the fringe on one of Duo's pillows, refusing to look at him.

Duo grabbed the pillow from Heero's hand and threw it on the floor. He moved his face to look up at Heero, smiling at him. "It can't be that bad, can it? After all, what can be wrong now that we're finally back together?"

Heero took a deep breath. "A lot, actually," he said. "More than you can imagine."

"Well, why don't you tell me, and I can decide for myself?" Duo said. "Just start with the beginning and tell it all from there."

Heero nodded. Duo leaned against the headboard of the bed, legs splayed out. Heero took that s an invitation, curling up between his legs, his head on Duo's chest. "The beginning, for me, was when I was seven and my mentor took me with him on a mission, but the real story begins much earlier than that..."

***

Harry raced back to Hogwarts from the Forbidden Forest. He tried not to fall down, but even with a Sobering Potion, he was still a bit drunk. After talking with Balor-and that guitily pleasurable kiss-Harry hadn't been able to stand it anymore. He'd left Haven, miraculously using the correct exit on the first try, calling out to Balor to tell Quatre and Dorothy where he was. He didn't even spare a thought to hope Balor knew who "Quatre" and "Dorothy" were, or if he didn't, that he was smart enough to figure it out.

Harry ran into the Great Hall, his eyes meticulously searching for his boyfriend. Seeing him talking to Ron, whose arm was around Hermione-when did that happen?-Harry took off at a fast trot over to them.

Harry grabbed Neville from behind, quickly turned him around, and proceeded to give Neville the kiss of both their lives. Harry might not have Heero's Gift, but it was only a matter of moments, before both their knees weakened.

Neville broke away from the kiss. "H-Harry? What do-"

Harry pressed his fingers against Neville's lips. "Shh. Don't talk; just feel. There's time for talking tomorrow."

Neville nodded, and Harry smiled. Taking Neville's hand, Harry led him away from their shocked friends, out of the Great Hal, in the direction of the Room of Requirement.

***

"That doesn't sound so bad," Duo said. "It's all in the past. It can't hurt us now."

Heero had almost finished telling Duo about himself-Duo interjecting every once in a while to tell his side of the story. The only things that seemed to upset Duo was everything about Dr. J, Heero's father, and Heero not telling Duo about his wards. He didn't seem too worried about Heero's prophecy-something about Heero being Heero, invincible.

"That's not all," Heero said. He desperately didn't want to tell Duo this, but he made to promise to himself-and Duo-that he wouldn't leave anything out. Heero knew Duo sensed his hesitation. "Harry, Quatre, and I are triplets."

Duo leaned back. "So? So are the McGees in Ravenclaw."

"There's never been Vanuli triplets before."

"There's a first time for everything."

"No. We're special."

"You've always been special."

"No, Duo. Not like that!" Heero sighed. "Please, just listen.

"We are the three most powerful Vanuli in existence. No-Duo, I mean it. Listen. It is Vanuli law that the most powerful adult Vanuli is to be the monarch. Only one ruling monarch is allowed at a time. When the first twins were born, the Queen and the Heads of House had to devise a way for them to rule together. What they eventually came up with is a process called Fusion.

"Fusion is a process wherein the minds, hearts, souls, life essences, everything about the participating persons combine-except for their physical bodies-leaving them, in essence, one person. Their thoughts are the same. Their feelings are the same. After the binding spell, their bodies even look the same as the other's. They are, literally, one person in two bodies."

"What's this have to do with you?" Duo asked, tensing.

"Don't play stupid, Duo. It doesn't fit you, anymore," Heero said, turning to look at Duo. "We will Fuse, and we will fuck, and I will be no more."

Duo tightened his hold around Heero's waist. Voice thick, he asked, "How long do we have until I lose you again?"

"March 15th."

"Then, I guess we've got a lot to do together, and not much time in which to do it."

Heero kissed Duo, slowly, sensuously. "And a lot of lost time to make up for."

***

Neville closed the door behind them and turned to look at Harry. Harry pretended not to notice, instead taking in the large bed-and bathrroom-the room had made for them, blushing slightly at the number and variety of toys that came along with it.

"Okay, Harry, what's going on?" Neville asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Harry turned to him. "I want to prove my love for you by giving you something I can't ever take back. My virginity." Harry looked up at Neville with hooded eyelids. "Make love to me, Neville."

Selune