Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ The Consequence of Love ( Chapter 39 )

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 39: The Consequence of Love

"Relena?" Harry said again, as the cat nuzzled him and purred. "I guess you must be." Harry sobered quickly. There was only one reason his cousin would be here, and it wasn't to eat, drink, and be merry.

"Harry," Zacharias said, moving behind him so that his breath played across Harry's neck, "why are you talking to the cat?"

Shit!Harry thought. How am I going to explain this?Harry turned in his seat, pretending to look at his watch. "I-I have to go," he said, trying not to stutter too very badly. "I have to help my brothers with something."

"I'll go with you," Zacharias said, quickly.

Harry could tell Zacharias didn't believe him for a second. "You can't!" Zacharias's eyes widened, and Harry kicked himself. He must think Harry was trying to get rid of him. Way to go, dumbass. "It's just-it's family business, and we can't really have other people there."

"That's okay," Zacharias said. His eyes were narrowed, belying his words. "But I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't at least walk you back."

Shit!Harry cursed again. He didn't know what to say to distract Zacharias away from that, so he leaned over and snogged the daylights out of his boyfriend. "Youdon'treallyneedtoIcangetbackbymyself," Harry said all in one breath. He scooped Relena back in his arms and ran out of the Hog's Head before Zacharias could realize what happened. Harry would deal with it later.

Taking Relena, Harry went into the alley between the Hog's Head and Madam White's. She jumped out of his arms, and before he could check that no one was looking, she Changed back into her human form.

"Oh, ew!" Harry exclaimed, covering her from his sight with his hand. Relena was naked. As in, completely, one hundred percent nude-not even a sock on. Even the pink collar was gone, broken in the Changing process.

"Yeah, yeah. Get over it," Relena said. She bent down to retrieve her collar. "You know, there are a lot of people just dying to see me naked." She shut up, and Harry could see her thinking through that. Somebody just might die as a result of seeing her naked.

"Never mind," Harry said, a little too harshly. "I'm not one of them." He took of his robe, just remembering that his cloak was still in the Hog's Head. "Put on my robe." He handed the robe to Relena and started shivering.

"Thanks," Relena said, her own shivers becoming less pronounced. "I left Tashpi at the Shrieking Shack. Hopefully, no one's bothered her, but we need to get to her soon."

"Okay," Harry said. "Just let me get my cloak." He didn't dare go back into the bar. "Accio cloak." He waited just a few seconds before the cloak flew into his hands. "Let's go."

Harry tried to ignore the stares as he and Relena exited the alleyway. Sure, he was walking with a barefoot girl wearing only a cloak and robe-his cloak and robe. And sure, the girl was most definitely not a Hogwarts student, but still, people could be so rude!

Relena grabbed hold of Harry's hand and threaded their fingers together. They weren't as close to one another as she and Heero or she and Quatre were, but she was his cousin, and Harry loved her nevertheless.

"Shouldn't be too much longer now," he said, just for the sake of making noise. Besides, he was sure that Hogsmeade looked different while in human form that in cat, and Relena wouldn't be too familiar with looking at it in the former state.

"I'm afraid," Relena admitted right before stepping off the main path to the Shrieking Shack.

Harry squeezed her hand. "Me, too."

They smiled at one another, but they came out more like grimaces.

"There she is," Relena said when she looked back at the road. She let go of Harry's hand and ran to get Tashpi. Relena gathered Tashpi-still in cat form-to her chest and stroked Tashpi's fur.

"Let's go to the others," Relena said, walking back to Harry. She still held Tashpi as close as physically possible. Tashpi was dusty, her fur matted, and she was getting Harry's cloak quite dirty. He didn't mind much-Dobby could get it out in two seconds flat.

Harry nodded to Relena, and they began making their way back to Hogwarts. How am I going to get Heero and Quatre? he thought.

With a start, Harry remembered the earrings. He turned his right-side up again, and mentally yelled to his brothers. {Quatre! Heero!}

***

Morgan LeFey the Seventh, current Crown Princess and Head of LeFey House, lay in the Blue Room of the Crystal Palace. It was in Haven, the original home of all Vanuli, and as such an important person in the Vanuli hierarchy, she had the room all to herself.

As its name would suggest, everything in the Blue Room was blue. The hard, crystal walls were a deep blue, almost purple. All of the furniture-including the root sofa upon which Morgan lay-was a much lighter blue, like the color of the sky in the main time pocket. All of the plants were blue, including the grape tree (which grew exclusively in Haven) which bent down its limbs whenever Morgan wanted a bite.

Morgan closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of so much luxury. She wouldn't have it for much longer. Soon, she would be just another noble.

Morgan sighed. She didn't want to give up her power. Why should she have to? After all, she had over a hundred year's experience at the various positions. Her sons were just babies, still wet behind the ears. And they were raised by humans-Nelat by Muggles! They didn't know how to lead the Vanuli people.

Ah, well.The tree bent down again, and Morgan tore off a grape with her teeth.

There was a knock at the door, and Morgan sighed. The one thing she wouldn't miss were all of the toadies who couldn't wipe their asses without her express written consent.

"Come in!" she called out, arranging herself on the sofa to best display her features. Like many Vanuli, she preferred to wear no clothes and plenty of clinky jewelry.

The door opened, and two men came into the room. The older one, Magathis, was her contemporary and a member of the Kordel House. A strong house, despite the scandal under which they still lived. The second one Morgan didn't know, though she could tell he was of the Mordal House. Great-grandnephew of her late Naiyama, Besatir.

"What business do you have?" Morgan asked in her most bored voice. The men bowed-never as far as they would for the queen, though. For Queen Aravu, Morgan's mother, noses touched the floor during bows.

"You may rise," she said. The men stood up. "Now, state your business."

"Your Highness," Magathis said, "it has recently come to the attention of the Enforcers... Well, it's probably better to just show you. Boray, give the Princess the paper."

Boray stepped forward and handed Morgan a most silly contrivance. It was black and white, and the black came off on her fingers. "What is this?" she asked.

"It is a newspaper, your Highness," Boray said. "Humans use it to convey information about what happens around them."

"I see," Morgan said. Humans could be downright clever, at times. Of course, the Vanuli way of conveying information was better, but not everyone had the benefit of the Amenea. "Why have you brought this to me?"

Boray took the newspaper from her hands, said a short Translation Spell, and gave it back to her. There was a picture on the paper, and Boray brought it to her attention. The picture was of two females in an intimate embrace. Morgan vaguely recognized them, but she couldn't remember from where. They weren't hers, that much she knew.

"Who are these girls, and why should I care?" she demanded. Morgan didn't like it when she didn't know what was going on.

"They are Relena Peacecraft and Tashpi Mordal," Magathis said. "Tashpi is Relena's Naiyama. If you read the article, it will tell you more."

Morgan looked down at the newspaper. The roads were in Vanulian, courtesy of Boray's Translation Spell. It wasn't the first time Morgan had seen her language in print, but it was very close.

"The Enforcers await your instructions on the matter."

Morgan excused the warriors as she read the article, growing more and more indignant as time passed.

***

Heero massaged Daemon's back, slowly droning the words to make him ready, more receptive, to the coming spell.

"Ahmay, buto, kannai," Heero chanted. "Ahmay, buto, kannai." The words were old-so ancient that, in any other culture, their meaning would have long been changed and forgotten. This ritual, used by Vanuli since the Turning of the First Brother, when the Mother was young, kept the words alive. And the recipient quiet.

"Ahmay, buto, kannai," Heero chanted again, feeling Daemon's body go limp. Heero held Daemon's head out of the water and continued chanting.

***

"That'll be hilarious!" Quatre crowed bouncing along the path. "Just make sure you're not caught."

Dorothy had just finished telling him her plan for world domination-er, Slytherin house domination, rather.

"Oh, Professor Snape knows by now to turn a blind eye to anything I do," Dorothy said. She smiled at the memory of teaching him that lesson.

Quatre's smile faltered, then brightened. "I don't want to know."

"I bet there's something else you want to know," Dorothy sang, rapidly changing topics.

Quatre stopped, and Dorothy walked right past him.

"What?" he asked, that cute little confused look on his face.

"Daemon," she said casually. She couldn't seem too interested, or Quatre would know she was fishing for information. And she needed to know everything there was to know about her boys.

"What about Daemon?" Quatre asked cautiously. Smart boy.

"Oh, nothing, really," Dorothy said, trailing her hand through Quatre's hair. "I just thought you might, kinda, sorta, like him."

Quatre pushed her hand from his hair. He hated being treated like a child even more than Heero and Harry. Quatre was the big brother, and he made sure everybody knew it. But he was still a child, still Dorothy's child, and she would treat him as such anytime she damn well pleased. She just didn't please anymore right now.

"Of course, I like him," Quatre said. "I wouldn't have agreed to let Heero Turn him, otherwise." Quatre stormed away, and Dorothy had to jog to catch up with him.

"Yes, but do you like him like him?" she asked, all pretenses gone. She was eager to know what Quatre thought he felt.

"Of course not!" Quatre all but screamed. "He's not worthy."

Meaning, he's not family. Not yet, anyway. But Dorothy could tell. She could see the interested looks, the too-long touches, the whispers, and she knew what it all boiled down to. Her boys were growing up so fast!

***

Heero winced and put his hand to his head, letting Daemon slip a little further down into the bath water.

Ow, he thought, not pausing in his chant.

***

Just who does she think she is? Quatre ranted. He stalked past the bone golem on the path to Hogwarts. I don't like him like him. Dorothy doesn't know what she's talking about, going on and on and-OW!

Quatre doubled over, his hands going to his head.

***

{Heero! Quatre!}Harry screamed one last time.

"Are you getting through?" Relena asked, holding a squirmy Tashpi in her arms. Harry had explained the basics of what he was doing, but he didn't have time to make sure Relena really understood.

"No, I think we're too far away," Harry said. "We should just go on. They can meet us in the Room of Requirement." Harry started walking back to the main path.

Relena nodded and followed him.

{Heero! Quatre!}Harry tried again, and he actually got through.

***

Heero gasped as the pain ran through his head. At the very back of his mind, he could hear a very tiny {Heero! Quatre!}

"Harry?" Heero asked out loud, before remembering himself and turning his earring around. {Harry?}

{Oh, yes. Thank God,}Harry thought. Heero could faintly smell snow. {I've been trying to get ahold of you for-}

{Harry?}Quatre's voice rang out in their heads. He and Dorothy had just entered the castle. {What's going on?}

{He was just about to-}

{It's time,}Harry interrupted Heero.

{Time?}Heero asked. {What time-}"Oh, good Mother!"

{That time?}Quatre asked.

{Yes! That time!}Harry yelled. {I've got the girls, and we're almost there. We're-Blocked. The golems are blocking us!}

{Dorothy, let them}"in," Quatre said.

{We're in. We're-}"Oh, there you are," Harry said, meeting Quatre.

"Hello," Quatre said to Relena. He hugged her. "It's going to be okay."

"I know," Relena said, not loosening her hold on Tashpi.

{We're going on to the Room of Requirement,} Harry and Quatre thought together. {Meet us there.}

{I can't!}Heero protested. He looked down at Daemon, sleeping face up in the water. Naked. "How am I going to get you there?"

***

"Roun?"

Roun motioned for Cassidy to come over. He was new among Roun's ranks-his former pack were all hunted and killed by wizards in the north. Thankfully, since Roun's alliance with Heero, none of Roun's pack had been murdered by those horrible humans.

"What's your report?" Roun asked. As pack leader, Roun had to know what was going on at all times.

"The humans are moving off," Cassidy said.

"Good." The pack had been trapped in this and other caves for close to a week. Dr. J's men were all over, and the pack was forced to hide from them. Them and their guns and their wands. "How long have they been moving?"

"An hour, maybe an hour and a half."

They should be gone for good in a couple more hours. Equipment like theirs took extensive and delicate packing.

"Tell the others we leave as soon as they're gone." That should give them plenty of time to get to Hogwarts and deliver the girl-and other information-to Heero without the risk of running into any more of J's men coming back to their camp. "Oh, and Cassidy, make sure the girl is taken care of."

Cassidy hesitated. "The drugs his Grace gave us are gone. We've used them all on the girl."

Roun sighed. "Have Malory do her magic on the girl, then." Malory was a made werewolf, and she had access to witch magic, unlike the born werewolves in the pack.

"Yes, Roun," Cassidy said. He left to follow out his orders.

***

Morgan stood in front of a full length mirror, doing the buttons up on her crisp military uniform. Technically, the queen should lead the Enforcers on a mission such as this (protocol established in 883 AD by that messy Kordel/LeFey affair), but Queen Aravu was old. She didn't really need to know about this. Morgan could take care of it just fine, and the queen would be none the wiser.

"Your Highness?" A young boy-maybe 13, 14-stood in the door to the princess's quarters.

"Yes? What is it?" Morgan asked. This better not be about the Yule preparations again. Everyone was up in a tizzy, just because the new princes would be around.

"Grand Director Mordal is here to speak with you."

"Oh, good," Morgan said, brightening. Malefacent Mordal was a peer of Morgan's-they were old childhood friends. Malefacent was the grandmother of the suspected Naiyama. She was also the leader of the Enforcers, having never been a Naiyama herself. Morgan knew she would do her duty no matter who was involved. "Send her in."

The boy nodded-he was a Kordel, but still might make an officer some day-and left to retrieve Malefacent.

Morgan smiled into the mirror. She ran her finger over her teeth. They were squeaky clean.

***

{Heero, where are you?} Quatre and Harry screamed.

Heero winced, pain lacing between his eyes. All the screaming was not pleasant.

{I'm with Daemon,}Heero thought, as calmly as possible, given the circumstances, meaning that it came out as incomprehensible jargon much like an untrained monkey would type in three seconds. With his feet. Heero stood up in the tub, causing the blood-water to splash onto the floor.

{Well, get him and come on!} That was Quatre. Heero could almost see as well as hear his family's movements. They were passing the Great Hall-full, by now, with a hole hell of a lot of brunching students-quickly making progress to the Room of Requirement. If they could just get there, they would be safe. Preferably, with all key players inside-and everybody else outside.

{I can't move him,}Heero protested. {He's already entered the second stage!}

The second stage was when the recipient of the Turning relaxed and became more pliable. The Blood of the Ancestors softened the skin, making it easier to absorb the Turner's blood in the third stage. However, it also left the recipient very vulnerable. And, occasionally, their skin would actually...fall off, if moved. The fourth stage combatted this by forming a hard shell around the recipient as the recipient went into a sort of pupal stage. This is when the body actually absorbed the blood of the Turner, changing the recipient into a Vanuli. Then, in the fifth stage, the recipient emerged from the pupa as a new Vanuli. Technically, one didn't have to go through all of that to become a Vanuli, but it was the recommended way. The survival rate was much higher.

{Shit!}Quatre cursed.

{Just leave him there,} Harry thought. {Lock the door. He'll be fine.}

{I can't just leave him!} Heero thought. He pulled at his hair, trying not to scream. Daemon continued to float in the water. {He could die like this... There's only one thing I can do.}

There was a moment of silence as Harry and Quatre figured that out.

{Will it work like this?} Quatre asked.

{Wha-}

{The blessing,}Quatre thought. {Will the blessing work from here?}

{I-I don't-}Heero stuttered. Could it? There certainly was no documented Amenea of it, but then again, they were the Vanuli triplets. "Never been done before" was their middle name.

{We'll try it,}Heero thought, making up his mind. It was the only thing to do. If it didn't work, he would have to make a choice: Relena or Daemon.

***

"They're gone," Cassidy announced.

Roun nodded. "Is everything ready?"

"Yes."

"Weapons?"

"Check."

"Cubs?"

"Check."

"The prisoner? And the others?"

"Check and double check."

"Wonderful." Roun smiled. "Let's move out."

***

Morgan grumbled under her breath. Relena and Tashpi weren't in Sank Palace. They weren't anywhere in Sank! Everywhere the Enforcers checked-including the secluded "cottage" that housed many of their fairy parties-were empty. No trace of the girls anywhere.

"Damnit!" Morgan yelled, throwing a crystal glass. It hit the wall and was absorbed into the structure, a tiny flaw the only evidence it was there.

"Your Highness?" A young girl-Morgan couldn't think of her House, one of the peasant ones-squeaked from the doorway.

"What?" Morgan growled.

"Um, Grand Director Mordal told me to tell you that, um, they've got a new breakthrough. The girls are at Hogwarts," the girl squeaked.

Morgan whirled around. "Is this true, child?" She wasn't really a child, maybe 30 or 32, but still young.

"Yes, you Highness."

"Deploy the Enforcers," Morgan commanded.

"The Grand Director has already ordered it, your Highness."

"Good." Morgan smiled. She would catch and punish those little lawbreakers. Everyone would know, after this, the full punishment of criminal doings under Morgan LeFey the Seventh's watch. Even her own baby sons.

***

"Lucrezia!" Milliardo rushed into his rooms, where his wife lay waiting. The press conference had run longer than he intended. It might be too late...

No. It wasn't. He still had time. Relena would be okay. And Tashpi. They would be fine and have many babies and help bring Peacecraft House back to its former glory.

"Do you have it?" he asked, his voice gruff from hours of speaking to the press.

Lucy gave him the brooch. "I'm worried."

"Me, too." Milliardo pinned the brooch to his lapel. He made to walk away. He had a long way to walk before he was out of the wards.

"No," Lucy said, grabbing his shirt. "It'll take too long that way."

"What?"

"Crash the wards," Lucy said. "It may make all the difference."

Milliardo nodded. Time was more than "of the essence." It was quality crunch time. Life or death. Banishment or acceptance. Milliardo concentrated with all of his might. He could feel the first twinge of breakage. The wards came tumbling down with just a bit more pressure.

"Tell the guards." He knew Lucrezia would know what to do. Saying the code word, Milliardo portkeyed to Hogsmeade.

***

Quatre and the others arrived at the Room of Requirement. Thankfully, the door appeared as soon as they got there. They'd made very good time. Especially after Relena stuck some girl to the ceiling after said girl insulted Relena and got in their way. Said girl was most likely a Slytherin, because only they were dumb enough to not recognize the former Queen of the World and to piss her off on a Very Bad Day.

Quatre opened the door, letting the three girls go in. He stopped Harry before either could enter. Carrying on a conversation was difficult at the pace they were running, even when the conversation was telepathic in nature and thus used up no oh-so-necessary oxygen. Saying a blessing was nigh on impossible. And, as Quatre didn't want Daemon to die (even though he didn't have any sort of crush on him, what-so-ever), he wanted to do it correctly.

{Are you ready?}Quatre asked.

{Yes,}Heero said. Quatre could almost feel Heero holding Daemon. {Say the blessing.}

Harry and Quatre nodded to one another and began the chant.

{Ahmay, buto, kannai.}

***

{Ahmay, cuerto, bunnai,} Heero's brothers chanted. Heero gathered Daemon in his arms. As long as they were immersed in the Blood of the Ancestors, Daemon was safe. Heero's brothers continued the chant, switching to English at the end.

{We bless you-}

{-Kidayo-}Heero supplied.

{--Kidayo, and welcome you into our family. We bless you, Kidayo, and welcome you into our family.} They repeated the blessing several times, ending with, "Donai Maya, Kidayo LeFey, and welcome, brother.}Thus ended the blessing.

"Donai Maya, Kidayo, and welcome to the family," Heero said, kissing Daemon's temple. Heero hugged Daemon tightly and opened all of his pores. Heero's blood rushed from the openings in his skin and entered Daemon's body, completing the third stage of the Turning.

***

"Well, that's one thing out of the way," Quatre said, chuckling nervously. And the day had started out so good. Sort of.

"Yep," Harry said. He clapped Quatre on the back. "Let's go in." He led Quatre back to the door.

Quatre stopped, remembering something important. Something very important. "Accio garlands."

The garlands (everybody's-Harry's, Heero's, Quatre's, Dorothy's, Daemon's, Relena's, and Tashpi's) came whizzing to them, quicker than any Summoning Spell Quatre had ever performed. Harry, of course, reached out his hand with his Seeker-fast reflexes, catching two of them with a jolt. Quatre should have been ready for what happened next-Murphy's Law and everything-but he wasn't.

Harry's eyes glazed over and back, lightning fast. He looked ready to throw up.

"What?" Quatre asked, not wanting to hear the answer.

"They're here," Harry said in an eerily familiar tone.

"Who?" Quatre asked.

"Everyone."

Selune