Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Beta-6, Omega-2, and the Werewolf ( Chapter 33 )

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 33: Beta-6, Omega-2, and the Werewolf

Quatre sat down at the Gyffindor table, bleary-eyed and sleepy. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night between Heero's renewed nightmares and Harry's dreams of flying bicycles-which directly contributed to the bruise currently on Quatre's shin.

"Are you going to eat that?" Harry asked, looking entirely too cheerful for seven o'clock in the morning. Without waiting for an answer, Harry helped himself to some of Quatre's bacon.

"Hey!" Quatre said, trying to sound indignant.

"Fine. Here," Heero scooped some of his eggs onto Quatre's plate.

Good,Quatre thought. Who needs bacon, anyway?

"And I'll take some of these." Heero reached over Quatre to Harry's plate, grabbing a couple of pieces of toast.

Their morning-well, every meal, really-ritual done, all three boys began eating. The other students around them-namely, Ron, Hermione, and Neville, even though Neville was always careful to take the seat farthest away from Harry-were all very familiar with the triplets' needs to share and share alike and made no comment about the exchange.

"What do you think we're doing in Divinations today?" Ron asked, for once not talking with his mouth full.

Harry put his fork down. "I don't know. To tell the truth, I didn't actually do the reading," he admitted sheepishly.

"Harry," Hermione began, going into what Quatre now recognized as Lecture Mode, "NEWTS are approaching very quickly, and if you don't study every subject-even Divinations-you'll do poorly. It'll reflect badly on you-"

"So, Harry, what exactly were you doing with Smith last night, if you weren't studying?" Ron asked, interrupting his girlfriend.

Harry's whole face went red. He picked up his fork and stared down at his plate. "I didn't say we weren't studying, just that we weren't studying Divinations. Besides, Zacharias doesn't even take Divinations."

"Were you studying chemistry, then?" Heero asked, getting in the conversation for only a moment before going back to his prior activity-namely, making eyes at Duo from across the room.

Quatre pursed his lips. It wasn't that Quatre wasn't happy that his brothers were happy; it was just that they were both setting themselves up for a fall. Heero was headed south on a train named Heartbreak come March, and Harry already had his heart broken once this term. Harry's new beau was either real competition to Neville, or he was cannon fodder used to make Neville jealous. Quatre really couldn't say which he preferred-for Harry to have moved onto another guy, or for him to still be caught up on the last one.

"Look! The mail's here," Harry said, pointing at the ceiling covered in owls.

Hedwig was among them, carrying many letters. About two weeks ago, Relena had stopped stockpiling the triplets' mail and made them fill out a change of address form at the local Owl Post Office in Hogsemeade. Since then, it seemed like they got literally hundreds of pieces of mail a day.

"One," Harry counted as Hedwig dropped her bundle into his lap.

"Two," Heero said, a stack of letters falling in his lap.

"Three." Quatre.

"Four." Harry.

"Five." Heero.

"And six," Quatre said, the last bundle dropping in his lap.

Quatre and his brothers began going through their mail, setting aside the important ones and throwing the rest in a pile to be read as soon as they got the chance. Seeing as how they had over 1,000 letters to read "when they got the chance" laying on Heero's bed in the dorm, it would be a long time until any of them were read.

"Ooh!" Quatre shouted, snatching up one letter, letting the rest flutter to the ground. "One from Relena!"

Harry and Heero leaned in close, breathing up all of Quatre's air as he opened the envelope. Quatre stuck his hand in the envelope, but instead of feeling a piece of paper, his hand came away with a silver, hexagonal disk. Quatre couldn't figure out why Relena would send that to Hogwarts, as it was a Muggle recording device. To be more specific, it was a storage unit for holographic recordings. Quatre showed the disk to the other Gryffindors, but only Heero even knew what it was.

"Magicology," Heero said when he saw the disk, as though it explained everything.

Quatre was confused, and he told Heero so-not so much with words, but by tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows, much like a confused dog.

"The scientific study of magic," Heero explained. "Or, the magical study of Muggle technology."

Quatre tilted his head more-it was only 7:15 in the morning, after all-and Heero made to grab the disk. With an instinct born of a thousand hours of "keep-away," Quatre brought it up over his head, out of Heero's reach.

"Fine. Keep it," Heero said, sitting back down. "Basically, it should be magically modified to work here. Unless, of course, Relena wants us to go stark raving mad over what's on the disk. And she's completely gotten over the Window Incident. I think."

Quatre scrunched up his lips and nodded. Breakfast really was too early for the mail. Hell, breakfast was too early for eating. Yawning, Quatre punched in the universal code to get the recorder to play.

A few second later, the disk seemed to collapse in on itself, and an image shot out of it. Small and transparent, Relena Peacecraft looked at somebody off camera. "Is it on yet?" she asked, getting a "Yes" from none other than Tashpi.

"Look," Harry whispered to Quatre, pointing to the head table. "The Headmaster's got one, too."

"And so does Dorothy," Heero said, pointing to the Slytherin table.

Quatre shushed his brothers-it wasn't his fault he hadn't noticed! It was the clock's fault, for it being too early for him to notice anything that wasn't right in front of his face-and looked back to the holographic Relena.

"I am terribly sorry for the lateness of this message," the recording of Relena said, "but it has taken quite some time to gather all the materials needed, and I wished to address this in full, all at once.

"It was one month and two days ago that my cousin, Heero Yuy, was attacked in this room, the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Due to his quick thinking-and flight capabilities, I'm told-no other student was hurt or-Mother forbid-killed, which is always a possibility when magic such as the Fury Shooter is used by one not capable of controlling it properly.

"It is with my duty as per the conditions of the Peacecraft family's alliance with Hogwarts own Headmaster in mind, that I give this protection to the school."

The holographic Relena flashed off, a new image taking her place. Huge, white, and gleaming, the monsters were familiar to Quatre, having read about them during his father's tutelage when he was a child. They were-

"Bone golems," Relena's image said, the holograph flashing back to her. "To be more specific, fifty-two, fifteen foot tall, over one ton each monstrosities, all under the control of my own cousin, Dorothy Catalonia."

Dorothy's subsequent shout of happiness could, no doubt, be heard from the Hospital Wing.

"I know she will wield them effectively against any outside enemy," Relena said, finishing up her speech. The holographic Relena turned to Heero-though Quatre had no idea how she'd known where Heero sat-and said, "You get better quick, cousin. Yule is coming up shortly, and I need you on my team during the games. How else am I to do any damage?" Relena turned back to Quatre. "Maya Donai, cousins," she said, though Quatre also heard the "Maya Dona" meant for Professor Dumbledore, as well.

"Come on," Harry said, tugging Quatre's robe-sleeve as soon as the image terminated.

Quatre looked up and follwed the running Harry-who was following the running Dorothy-to the Entrance Hall.

***

Heero knocked on the heavy, metal door three times, in quick succession. Knock, knock, knock. He stood with his feet shoulder width apart, his hands clasped behind his back, and waited to be granted entrance. He knew-everybody knew-that when the door to the office was shut, the doctor was working. Dr. J did not like to be disturbed when he was working, but he knew it was a necessity, sometimes. So the system was set up. Anyone needing to get in touch with Dr. J would first talk to Heero. Heero would then talk to Dr. J for them, if he felt it necessary. Sometimes, it took hours between him knocking on the door and Dr. J answering the door. Sometimes, it took only minutes. They both knew that Heero would never leave until he had talked to Dr. J, no matter how long it took.

"Enter," Dr. J called out, startling Heero. This was a new record-only one minute, thirteen seconds before the doctor welcomed him in.

Heero opened the door and shut it softly. Dr. J detested slamming doors. He called the people who did such things "infantile," "uncouth," and "delinquent." Dr. J had never called Heero by any of those names, and Heero planned to keep it that way.

"Beta-6, report," Dr. J ordered, barely glancing up from his stack of papers.

Heero began to rattle off the memorized reports he'd read from the other weapons, beginning with Alpha-11's success at infiltrating You-Know-Who's inner circle. Dr. J might have declared an alliance with the Dark Lord, but he wasn't stupid or naïve enough to expect You-Know-Who to live up to his side of the bargain. Not without careful observation, anyway.

"Enough," Dr. J said, stopping Heero in the middle of his report. "Give me the Hogwarts report."

Heero tensed up without meaning to. The Hogwarts report seemed to be all Dr. J was really interested in. anymore. "Omegas 1, 12-a, 12-b, and 12-c have been confirmed to be sighted at the school, enrolled as students. 12-a, 12-b, and 12-c have, apparently, bonded. Alpha and Beta units were planning on using Omega-1 as a spy, but it has become clear that he has defected to the other side. He was last seen by Beta-7, mouse Animagus, in the company of Omega-12-a, on the night of November 29th."

"Only three days, then?" Dr. J said, rubbing his chin. He raised his hand and waved away the problem. "Mark Omega-1 down as "loyalties unknown" for the moment. We must remember that he was vital in locating Omega-12-a and Omega-12-c.

"Now, tell me about our new allies."

"Yesterday, a pack of twelve werewolves ran across Gamma-3 and Omega-2, while they were surveying the new property in Sank. Gamma-3 and Omega-2 were able to talk the pack into coming here to forge an alliance with us and You-Know-Who. The leader, Roun, appears to be around twenty-five, with all of the hotheaded arrogance that comes with that age. While he and his pack are not very stable mentally or emotionally, they would come in handy during a battle situation."

"Yes, yes. Draw up the papers," Dr. J said, running his fingers through his mustache. "And tell me, where is Omega-2?"

"She's in the nursery, if I'm not mistaken," Heero said, stopping his way to the door. "Shall I fetch her for you?"

"Yes," Dr. J said, going back to his papers. "Send the lovely Miss Guildenstern here."

***

Heero sat beside Duo and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "How was class?" he asked, pretty sure he already knew the answer.

"Herbology? Yuck!" Duo said.

Duo was not fond of Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, or Arithmancy. Anything to do with dirt or numbers was not on Duo's top ten list of favorite things to do. Heero didn't know why Duo continued to take the classes if he hated them so much-and he could never figure out just how Duo could be in the top five students in those classes.

"What about you?" Duo asked.

Heero sighed. "Well, it didn't beat gyromancy day." Heero had told Duo about that day at least twenty times, "but it wasn't so bad. Trelawny couldn't figure out whether Harry or I was going to die, so she determined that we both would. Squished by a boulder magicked by Quatre while he was in a hissy fit over us not sharing our blood-flavored lollipops with him. And taunting him about it."

"You got off lightly, then," Duo joked. "What a mundane death!"

Heero smiled. "She'll probably be more creative tomorrow. After all, she'll have all of lunch to think about it."

Heero began getting his things out of his bag just as Professor Snape strode into class, sneering at the seating arrangements. Since the night of Heero's partial recovery, he'd sat with Duo during Potions, messing up the entire equilibrium of the class. Trowa-who used to sit with Duo-was forced to sit with Daemon, and Daemon's old partner, Blaise Zabini, was forced to sit with Daphne Greengrass, which forced Pansy Parkinson to sit with Millicent Bulstrode, who had been without a partner.

After Harry's break-up with Neville and Quatre's little adventure with Daemon, the class had been disrupted even more. Harry-who had been sitting with Neville-sat with Dorothy, forcing Quatre away. Quatre began sitting with Daemon, forcing Trowa to sit with Zabini, forcing Greengrass to go back to Parkinson.

In the end, Heero was sitting with Duo, Quatre was with Daemon, Harry with Dorothy, Ron with Hermione, Dean with Seamus, Lavender with Parvati, Bulstrode with Davis, Parkinson with Greengrass, Crabbe with Goyle, Trowa with Zabini, Nott with Malfoy, and Neville on his own.

Anyone who had ever been in this particular classroom with this particular class knew that was not a good combination. Things were bad enough with the previous invisible line which split the classroom into Slytherins and Gryffindors was broken and the houses mixed with one another. But to have Neville Longbottom-Harry's ex-boyfriend and all-around ass, in Heero's opinion-working by himself without anyone helping him along... It was not a good thing to think about.

Professor Snape, apparently, agreed with Heero's assessment of the situation. As soon as he stepped into the classroom, looking down his long nose at the students as though they were bugs not worthy of being squished by him, he shouted, "Longbottom, switch places with Catalonia! I won't have you work unsupervised."

Heero narrowed his eyes as Neville jumped to obey, gathering his stuff up in his arms, not even bothering to put them in his bag. Dorothy leisurely gathered her things from the table behind Heero, bumping into him on her way to the front table.

Daemon and Quatre sat at the second table. Quatre had all of the important mail from breakfast on the table, in the uppermost right corner of the table. Relena's disk gleamed on the top of the letters-which stuck out, at most, an inch and a half past the table.

Neville, visibly shaking-whether because of Snape or the prospect of working with Harry, Heero didn't know-and, as clumsy people sometimes do, knocked into Dorothy, who knocked into the table, which sent the disk and letters flying.

The disk, by some miracle of science, came straight at Heero. Heero, knowing it would hit either his head or his hands, reached up to catch the flying disk. The moment the disk touched his skin, Heero felt a jolt, and he screamed out.

"Relena!"

***

Relena Peacecraft was the happiest she'd ever been in her life, and she knew it was all thanks to the woman currently kneeling between her legs.

"C'mon, have a strawberry," Relena insisted from her perch on the bed. "I'll make it worth your while." Relena picked up a strawberry from the plate of fruit Pagan had sent up twenty minutes ago and dipped it in cream.

The strawberries and cherries went very well with the décor in the room. Relena-despite having gotten over many of the flaws she once had as a child (namely, stalking her cousin)-loved the color red and all of its shades. This meant pink. Everything in Relena's main quarters was pinkish. The walls were a dark pink, almost red, and the borders were a softer pink. All of the furniture was cherry wood-which wasn't exactly in the red family, but was as close as one could get with out actually painting it pink. Relena had tried it once, but it had just looked tacky. More so than even she could stand. Relena's comforter, which she now sat on, and bedskirt were pink. As were the pillows, sheets, and lacy underwear she was now wearing.

Relena put half of the strawberry in her mouth-the non-creamed side, because Tashpi loved the cream-and bent down to Tashpi's level. Lust in her eyes, Tashpi bit into the strawberry, chewing it quickly before plundering Relena's mouth.

"Mmm," Relena moaned, pulling away and licking her lips. "I can't wait to get you into my bed tonight."

Despite the less-than-legal status of her relationship with her Naiyama, Relena found it was usually pretty easy to sleep with Tashpi and not get caught. Because of Relena's title of Queen of Sank-and former title of Queen of the World-Relena had to be protected at all times. The only way to enter Relena's rooms was to go through Tashpi's-Natasha to the Muggle public-quarters. This, of course, meant that no one could get into Relena's bedroom without them being alerted beforehand, which came in handy for people not wanting to get caught having sex with each other.

"Me, either," Tashpi replied. "I can't wait until we don't have to hide this any longer. When I can bitchslap all of those men and women who paw at you during social functions."

"When you'll finally be my wife," Relena whispered.

"And you, mine," Tashpi replied.

Just that morning, Relena had proposed to Tashpi, saying how much she loved her with just a few words. Their wedding-in their minds-was set for January 2nd, the day after Relena's 18th Life Day. After they were married, even if they had to do it the Muggle way at some county clerk's office, they would be free. And Tashpi would be safe.

The only problem Relena ever had with her relationship with Tashpi-even during one of their infamous spats-was the consequence of discovery. If the Queen of the Vanuli, or the Heads of any of the other fifteen houses (Milliardo, unsurprisingly, was willing to look the other way, if they were discrete.) found out about the affair, Tashpi would be killed. She would be beheaded at Haven, and most of the 8,000 Vanuli would attend. After Tashpi's death, Relena would be banished, and her name would be erased from the Book of Death, thereby ensuring she would never be with Tashpi again-even in the Afterlife.

But none of that would happen, if they were careful.

Relena popped a cherry in her mouth, quickly tying the stem into a knot. Changing the subject, quickly, Relena leaned forward and asked, "Do you want to have some fun?"

Tashpi nodded at once.

Mischievousness flashing in both of their eyes, their Muggle clothes flew to the floor. Under the clothes sat two very cute cats, barely older than kittens.

The cats trotted out of the rooms, going to spy on Relena's advisors-and possibly her brother, if he was distracted enough.

***

Kayla Guildenstern stepped into Dr. J's office directly following his welcome. She straightened her clothes, hoping he didn't see the small stain on her right shoulder. She'd been in the nursery all day, and two minutes before her summons, Echo-Gamma-4-1 had decided to burp a bit more than air on her.

Kayla looked at the man to her left, the only other person besides her and Dr. J in the room. The werewolf slouched in his chair, his legs over the arm. He looked asleep-except for the twitching of his hand to the rhythm of a popular song.

Kayla sneered at him and remained standing. Roun-that was the werewolf's name-was obviously the child of breeder parents. They probably even raised him themselves. Kayla shuddered to think of it. She wasn't raised by her parents. In fact, she didn't even know who her parents were, and she liked it that way. Her own children-if she bore any-would be raised in the same way, by the caretakers in the nursery. Any breeder children she had would be killed before birth.

"You summoned me, doctor?" Kayla asked.

"Yes," Dr. J replied. "I need someone to handle a delicate matter. Mr. Roun here wished to ally his pack with both me and my partner. All of the business is in order on my end, but I need someone to approach the Dark Lord with this information."

Kayla opened her mouth to speak-surely, Alpha-11 would be better for the job-and rubbed the Dark Mark on her wrist.

"I know, I know," Dr. J said to her unvoiced question. "Alpha-11 is closer to You-Know-You than you are, and that is precisely the reason I would rather you deliver the message. It will possibly boost your position without betraying how close Alpha-11 is to this organization."

Kayla clicked her heels together and nodded. "Sir."

"Get your things packed," Dr. J said. "You leave at 1700 tomorrow."

Selune