Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ D-Day ( Chapter 37 )

A/N: {Blah} is telepathic speech.

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, Relena/OFC, OMCx4, Zacharias/Harry

Category: crossover, fantasy, general, drama

Author: Selune

Author's site: livejournal.com/users/selune2

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 37: D-Day

Saturday morning

December 7, 197

8:03 AM

Gryffindor Tower

The blaring of the alarm clock woke up Heero. It wasn't that he wanted to get up so early on a Saturday, but he had so much to do to get ready for the Turning that getting up at a more decent hour-say, noonish-was practically impossible. Sighing, Heero turned off the alarm clock, miraculously getting it in one try.

{It's about time.}

Heero started, turning back to the bed. He was sure he'd just heard Harry say something, but Harry was asleep. Just to be sure, Heero crawled back on the bed. Last night was Heero's turn to be in the middle, so he didn't have to peek over Quatre. Heero waved his hand in front of Harry's face-which wasn't very easy, as Harry's face was currently burrowed into Heero's pillow. There was no response. Heero poked Harry in the shoulder. Nothing, except some sleepy grumbling and a snort.

{The trolls are gonna eat me!}

Quatre. Heero went to the other side of the bed. Like Harry, Quatre was sound asleep. Huh. That was interesting.

{The bunnies are coming!}

That had definitely been Quatre's voice, but Quatre was asleep. And his lips hadn't moved.

Heero went to sit at the desk. Preparations could wait until Harry and Quatre woke up. They needed to figure out just why Heero seemed to be hearing their thoughts.

***

Relena Peacecraft woke as the morning sunlight streamed into her east facing room, causing the many crystal knicknacks to glitter. It was a disappointing awakening, because she woke alone. It was a rare thing for Relena to sleep alone-for any Vanuli, really-but last night, she and Tashpi had decided it would be better (read: less likely to get them caught) if they slept alone. So, for the first time since they became a couple, Tashpi slept in her own bed, and Relena slept alone.

Of course, the worst part about the whole thing was the lack of morning sex, which was Relena's favorite kind. Normally, they would wake early, so they could take their time. Kissing and caressing each other. As an added bonus, Relena was always in a much better mood when starting the day off right-with a couple of orgasms.

The lack of a morning orgasm made her mean, and she had to fall back her old pick-me-up: lots and lots of coffee. And she would actually have to get out of bed to get that.

"Ooh-oo," Relena groaned, smacking the Barbie™ pink alarm clock. She turned it off-which wasn't her intention in the least-and was forced to get out of bed. She didn't want to, so she did the next best thing. She rolled.

"Oof," she groaned, as she landed on the plush pink carpeting. Slowly, she dragged herself to her knees. Then, holding onto the bed, pulled herself into a standing position. Kind of. More like a leaning position.

Groaning-again-Relena walked to her closet, dragging her feet. She picked out a skirtsuit-she didn't know what color, as her eyes were closed, and she couldn't see through her eyelids. Relena-eyes still closed-slowly walked to the bathroom, where the shower was running.

Mm, Relena thought, perking up at the thought of Tashpi, naked and soapy in the shower. Maybe I can have that morning sex, after all.

***

Quatre sat cross-legged on Harry's bed, the curtains drawn and his head close to Harry. "So, what are we going to do about this?" he asked, much louder than he meant to.

"Shh!" Harry shushed him. Their other dorm mates were still asleep, and it just wouldn't do to wake them up. Especially Dean or Seamus, who knew nothing more than the rest of the school. At least, as far as the triplets were concerned.

{I know! I know!} Quatre consciously thought to Harry, having followed his brother's thought process right along with him.

{What are we going to do?} Heero thought to his brothers. He'd had more time to get used to the idea that their modified Extendable Ears extended a lot farther than they were meant to.

"Well, we've," at Quatre's dirty look, Harry switched back to their telepathic link. {We know it's the earrings, so we can just take them off to get rid of it.}

{Good idea,} Quatre thought at him. He started to fumble with his earring-in the shape of a one; Harry's and Heero's were a two and a three, respectively-but Heero stopped him. Quatre waited for Heero to explain his action, but he didn't say-or think-anything to Quatre.

Heero's hand dropped, and Quatre fingered his earring again.

{-and this could be a big advantage to us.} Harry thought.

{Huh?} Quatre thought. {What did I miss? Why couldn't I hear you just then?}

"You couldn't hear us?" Harry asked out loud. His eyes went wide as his hands covered his mouth. {Sorry. But really, what couldn't you hear, and why?}

{Hell if I know.} Quatre started to play with his earring again.

{Well,} Heero thought, {maybe it's the...sition. It could...fering with the link.}

Quatre let go of his earring, leaving it in the upright position. "You know," he said, deliberately out loud, "you just might be right."

***

Later morning, after the rest of their dorm mates were awake, and Heero went to prepare for Rosencrantz's Turning, Harry and Quatre were alone in their room. Harry was getting ready for his date with Zacharias, and Quatre was being very helpful by staying out of his way.

"What do you think of this shirt?" Harry asked, trying to ignore both the fact that Quatre was ignoring him and the fact that he knew Quatre was ignoring him because Quatre was thinking-very loudly, in fact-{I'm ignoring you} in a sing-song voice.

{Well, don't bloody ignore me!} Harry thought-yelled, earning himself a puzzled {Huh?} from Heero, on the other side of the castle, and a snort from Quatre.

"Fine, fine," Quatre said, reverting back to normal speech. "I'll help you." Quatre put down his-Harry's-Quidditch Weekly and stalked over to his bed. Pulling back the curtains, he unearthed a veritable mountain of clothes-jeans, tees, and sweaters, all mixed up together. Seemingly at random, though Harry just knew that Quatre was using his Sight to see where everything was thrown down, Quatre picked out a pair of dark, frayed jeans, a white undershirt, and a dark blue sweater.

"Here," Quatre said, handing Harry the clothes. "The pants will look great on you, and the sweater will bring out the blue in you eyes."

"But I don't have any blue in my eyes," Harry said. His eyes were green. Just like his moth-just like Lily's.

"You do now," Quatre said, with forced nonchalance. "Go see for yourself."

Harry dropped the clothes and ran to the bathroom, to do just that. He knew-partially from Dorothy, but mostly from the random Ameneas Heero would perform in the halls at night after "tutoring" with Remus-that, usually, the more time twins spent together, the more alike they would become. Magically, physically, emotionally, everything. It normally began after the twins were affirmed as the Crown Princes or Princesses, but because Harry and his brothers were going to be crowned so late in their lives-a full decade past normal-it was most likely to begin as soon as a chance presented itself.

After some arguing-made especially weird without any of them saying a word-the triplets figured that was what happened with the Extendable Ears: Their linked magics took advantage of the hearing devices to throw Harry and his brothers into a ten-year advanced stage of telepathic communication in one night.

That was bad enough-though, thankfully, the link could be turned of by turning the earring upside down-but if the magic was already changing his physical form... Harry didn't even want to think about that. Fusion was not a word Harry ever wanted to think.

Harry walked over to the sinks as the third toilet on the left-the only one with a working lock and that flushed on the first try-flushed, jarring Harry from his own little world of weird. But only a little. He moved over to the next sink and began washing his hands when the person in the stall came up behind him.

"So, are you doing on your date dressed like that?" It was Neville.

Harry resolutely looked down at the sink, refusing to rise to his ex's bait. He turned off the faucet and began to look for the hand towel. It was never in the same place, even with one of Dobby's charms on it.

"What? You're too good to even talk to me?" Neville spat. He came close to Harry but, wisely didn't touch him.

Harry sighed, finally finding the towel. "Don't do this to me, Neville. Please, not now," Harry said.

Harry looked into the mirror, Neville behind him. Neville had a cracked lip. Harry could see it perfectly-with eyes that were swiftly becoming more blue than green. He wasn't wearing his glasses, either. Harry turned his earring upside down, and his vision went blurry. His eyes returned to their original color, green as fresh-pickled toads.

Harry turned around. Neville was practically on top of him-definitely close enough for Harry to see him clearly. Harry shuddered when Neville stepped closer to him, putting his hands on Harry's shoulders. Neville kneaded his shoulders, and his eyes seemed to darken. Harry gasped when Neville started to lean forward, his lips quickly finding Harry's.

The kiss was slow and soft. Gentle. It was nothing like their last caresses, and Harry found himself returning the kiss. He brought his hands up behind Neville's neck and pulled Neville closer.

Harry lost himself in the kiss, just feeling Neville's lip on his, Neville's hands on his back, Neville's legs between his. Harry jumped up on the sink, pulling Neville between his spread legs. He balanced precariously on the rim, reveling in the familiar position.

This was his favorite way to make out-being able to feel his partner's erection on the inside of his thigh, his own erection pressed between their stomachs. Plus, the sink gave him extra height, so Zacharias didn't have to bend down quite so far.

Harry froze. Zacharias. Neville.

Oh, God, what am I doing? he thought. I'm with Zacharias now.

Harry pulled away from Neville and jumped off the sink. "I can't do this," he said, pushing Neville back just enough to squeeze between him and the sink.

Neville grabbed Harry's wrist as he passed by. "Yes, you can," Neville said, kissing Harry's hand. "Come back to me."

Harry stared at Neville. Rather, he stared at Neville's lips, which had begun bleeding sometime during their kissing. Neville left a bloody lip-print on his hand. Harry pulled his hand away and wiped it on his robe. "No. You don't want me. You just don't want me to be with anyone else."

"That's not true!" Neville protested, surging forward. For every forward step Neville took, Harry took two backward steps. "I love you, and I know you love me."

Harry stopped, letting Neville catch him. He ran his thumb over Neville's bloody lip. "I do love you," he said, "but that's not enough for you. It wasn't before, and it's not now. Nothing has changed, except now I'm interested in someone else, and you can't stand that."

"That's not true, Harry," Neville said. He was wearing his sad, puppy-dog expression that always made Harry give in. Except this time. "I admit, it does burn me up that you're dating Smith, but that just made me realize how much I love you and how much I miss you. I'm trying to do better. Really, I am."

Harry let his hand fall from Neville's face and stepped away. "It's not enough. I won't put myself through that again. I'm with Zacharias, now." He whispered that last part. Harry turned around and paused at the door. "Good-bye, Neville." Harry walked out of the bathroom, turning his earring right side up after almost tripping down the stairs.

***

Quatre sat on Harry's bed, holding the clothes he'd picked out for Harry. He would never admit it-after all, he was the older, calmer, wiser, more responsible brother-but this new development scared him shitless. Sure, being able to talk to Heero and Harry through their minds was incredibly cool and could be very useful when discussing sensitive information, but it just didn't feel right not being alone in his own head. And if he thought that way about a relatively minor invasion, how was he going to go through with Fusion?

Quatre knew Harry was afraid of it. Even before their new psychic abilities, it was easy to see the fear in Harry's eyes whenever they discussed it. That was one of the reasons they didn't talk about it much. Of course, Heero didn't want to Fuse, either. He didn't actually object to it, and Quatre knew that Heero would go through with it when the time came, but Heero didn't want to Fuse. To do so would be to give up, not just himself, but Duo, as well. Duo was practically the most important person in Heero's life-sometimes, Quatre doubted the "practically." But that left Quatre as the only triplet not against Fusion.

Fusion could be a wonderful thing, Quatre knew. He'd talked to Aravu, the queen, and she had told him of how her two halves, Aruvi and Uralu, had been frightened before her Fusion, but how she never once regretted having done it. Being one with another person, actually becoming a different person together, she said, was the most breathtaking experience she had ever had. She was never lonely, like other people were, because she was never alone. She never had any outside lovers, like most other Vanuli, because sex with another could never compare to sex with herself. Fusion made Queen Aravu perfect, and it would make the triplets perfect, too.

A perfection Quatre might not want, anymore. But what he and Harry and Heero wanted didn't matter. The would turn eighteen, Fuse, become king, kill Voldemort and Dr. J, and then fuck like bunnies until they were pregnant. The order might vary, but all of that would happen. One way or another.

Should Quatre or his brothers refuse to Fuse, their kind would be in a full-scale panic-it would be breaking one of their highest laws: "And the most powerful Vanuli shall shall rule as one"-and they would deserve only the harshest punishment. Except, of course, banishing the triplets wouldn't get rid of the problem. Only their deaths or the birth of a more powerful Vanuli would release Quatre, Harry, and Heero from their familial obligation.

"Don't think of such things," Heero said, startling Quatre.

He had been so preoccupied with his own brooding that he hadn't heard Heero come in. "Don't pay any attention to me," Quatre sighed. "I was just thinking." Quatre realized he couldn't hear Harry's thoughts.

"You think too much," Heero said, slumping down next to Quatre. "And Harry's okay. He just turned off his earring. He'll be here in a bit." He kissed the back of Quatre's neck and pulled his arms loosely around Quatre. {Everything'll be okay, Kitten. We'll think of something.}

"So, did you get everything prepared?" Quatre asked, ignoring Heero's thought.

"Yes," Heero said, pulling away from Quatre. "All I have to do now is go get my victim."

Quatre smiled. "Good, then. Do you want to wait for Harry before we go? We can drop him off at Hufflepuff."

"Sure," Heero said. He picked up the clothes Quatre was holding. "Is this what he's wearing?" {He's going to be upset when he gets here.}

"If I can get him into them," Quatre said, confused. {Why?}

"He'll look good in them," Heero said. {For Smith orLongbottom.}

"What?" Quatre asked. What did Neville have to do with anything?

"He wants-" {Harry back,} Heero finished as Dean and Seamus walked in the room.

{We'll finish this later,} Quatre thought to Heero. Heero nodded, and the two of them sat there, silent in every way, waiting for Harry.

***

"Bye, Harry," Heero said, hugging his brother. Heero and Quatre were dropping off Harry at the Hufflepuff dorm entrance, so he could meet his date. He was actually wearing the clothes Quatre picked out for him, and with his new eye color-with all of their new eye colors-the sweater really complemented him. Of course, Harry wore his winter cloak over it, so Smith wouldn't see it until he and Harry actually go to their destination, wherever it may be.

Heero wasn't wearing his cloak, because he wasn't leaving the castle. He was going to the Slytherin dorms to pick up Daemon (Harry gave him the directions. How he knew them, Heero didn't want to know), and they were going to the Prefect's bathroom (again, Harry's knowledge) to begin the Turning ritual. Heero had spent practically all morning in there, setting up everything. He'd put a charm on the room to persuade people to stay away, and if someone didn't leave, water was set to flow between the cracks in the door and an "out of order" sign would appear. Hopefully, that would be enough to keep it unoccupied. If it wasn't, Heero would just have to get rid of the people in a different way.

"This should be it," Quatre said, stepping in front of a blank wall.

"Are you sure?" Heero asked, looking around. There were portraits elsewhere in the hall. Heero pointed to a few of them. "Wouldn't it be one of them?"

"No," Quatre said, looking down at a piece of paper. "Harry said it should be right here. And he said there wasn't a portrait."

"Okay." Heero shrugged his shoulders. If Harry said, then Harry said. "What's the password?"

Quatre looked down at the paper. "Harry didn't say."

"So, how're we supposed to get in?" Heero asked. "Well, how are you supposed to get in?" Heero corrected himself. He figured he could always Change into a bug or something and crawl through a crack. Of course, he'd be naked when he Changed back, and that might offend some first year's delicate sensibilities, but he could risk that. Quatre, though, didn't like Changing any more than necessary, even with a catalyst. For Quatre, "necessary" meant "Oh, look at that huge boulder flying right at me." Of course, Heero could always Change, crawl into Slytherin, Change back, and let Quatre in, getting his clothes back in the process. Heero opened his mouth to say all of this, but Quatre beat him to it.

"What about 'zhikani' ?" Quatre said. A door appeared in the wall, cracking open slightly.

" 'Open sesame' ?" Heero asked as Quatre grabbed the door.

"Well, it worked, didn't it?" Quatre answered.

Heero didn't say anything and followed his brother into enemy territory.

***

Quatre stepped into the Slytherin common room for the first time. Looking around, he was not impressed. The ceiling was low, and everything was too dark. In Quatre's opinion, Wizard lighting was far behind Muggle lighting, for no apparent reason. He knew the dim, dreary torchlights could easily be replaced with brighter, more cheery lighting, all with the help of a couple of lighting charms. Quatre knew of exactly 32.46 lighting charms that would outshine even Muggle fluorescent lights (several of the charms were unfinished, resulting in a fraction of a charm). But for some reason, wizards and witches liked being in the dark.

"Quatre," Dorothy said, coming over to him. "What took you so long?" She hugged him and Heero, her little shadow following along obediently.

"There's been a new development," he said. He, Heero, and Harry, not wanting to hear every little thought the other had, had played around with their earrings. Apparently, turning it 45° to the left made it so they could only hear the thoughts if they were shouted really loud. They kept all the same physical changes, though, so Harry was going on his date sans glasses.

Dorothy nodded and turned to the younger Slytherin girl. "You can go now, Molly," she said.

Molly nodded and ran off to a table full of younger Slytherins. She immediately sat at the head of the table, a fifth year boy giving up his seat to her.

"I'm grooming her to take over, next year," Dorothy said, pride evident in her voice. "Once I'm gone, there's going to be a power vacuum. Hopefully, Molly can fill that space. She'll be such a good little tyrant."

"Like you?" Quatre asked.

Dorothy turned back to him. "Of course," she said. She looked over Quatre's shoulder. "Where's Heero?"

Quatre, startled-when did Heero leave?-looked over the whole Slytherin common room. Using their telepathic link, Quatre found him right as Dorothy said, "Oh. He's found Duo."

***

Relena smiled as she walked into the breakfast room. It was smaller than the formal dining room, and Relena usually took her meals there.

"Morning, Natasha," Relena said, a satisfied grin on her face. "Milliardo, Lucrezia." Relena's brother and his wife, as higher up members of the Peacecraft family, also lived in Sank Palace. Their personal bodyguards were usually there, too, but for some reason, this morning, they were conspicuously absent. "Where are Bo and Samantha?" Samantha was Zech's Naiyama from way back when, and Bo was her only son. Their real names, being non-human, like Tashpi's, were Samanoila and Boray.

"Something's happened," Lucy said, and for the first time, Relena noticed the solemn look on her family's faces.

"What? What happened?" Relena looked over to Tashpi-who should be in a very pleasant mood, indeed, after some mind-blowing sex.

Tashpi opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. This frightened Relena, because Tashpi never hesitated. If she wanted to say something, she'd say something, damnit, unless it was private, and then she'd wait until they were alone, and then say it.

"Tash?" Relena asked, softly. Please, let someone be dead. Relena pleaded. Or war, maybe? That would be fine with me. The only other thing that could silence her family would be that other thing she really, really didn't want to happen.

Tashpi looked down at her plate and shook her head. She pushed a newspaper over to Relena. "I should have checked the rooms better."

Hands shaking, Relena turned the paper over to the front page. Words leapt out at her: Queen Relena and Her Lesbian Lover. And in smaller letters: How long has this clandestine affair been kept from the public? Beside the article was a color picture of Relena and Tashpi from last night. It was a wizard picture. Relena stared for several minutes as she repeatedly sank into Tashpi's lap and passionately kissed her.

"Okay," Relena squeaked, looking up from the paper. "What are we going to do?"

"Hope to Hell that you can get to Hogwarts before Bo gets to the queen," Milliardo said.

Selune