Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Of Boyfriends and Boxes ( Chapter 43 )

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, OMC/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 43: Of Boyfriends and Boxes

Zacharias lay in his bed, reading Quidditch Weekly. He was supposed to be revising for Charms-he'd scored a Troll on the last exam, and Hannah would kill him if he did a repeat-but he just didn't feel like it. Thinking of Charms made him think of Charms class, which, inevitably, led to thinking of Harry, since they had Charms with the Gryffindors. Thinking of Harry did bad things to Zacharias's stomach, so he tried to avoid it as much as possible.

Quidditch usually solved all of Zacharias's thinking problems. Of course, thinking of Quidditch made Zacharias think of playing Quidditch, which made him think of playing against Harry, which made him think about just plain Harry. Which brought Zacharias back to square one-with a few new fantasies.

Mmm, Harry in Quidditch robes. His tight, little ass, riding his broom.From the way he did it, Zacharias just knewHarry could ride hisbroom like a pro.

No! Bad Zacharias!Zacharias yelled at himself. He jumped out of his bed and began pacing. You're supposed to be thinking about-about-NOT Harry! Zacharias slumped into the chair beside his bed and put his head in his hands. I can't do this.

There was a tentative knock at the door-quiet, like whoever it was wasn't sure if he wanted anybody to answer.

"Come in," Zacharias called. He turned to his desk, straightening his papers, as if he hadn't just been pacing the floor like a madman.

"Z-Zacharias?" It was Eddie McGriffin, a third year. He was Zacharias's first cousin on his mother's side, a Muggle born. He was a good kid, but a bit of a stutterer.

"Hey, Eddie."

"P-Potter and W-Winner are here. Potter wants to t-talk to you."

Zacharias sighed. Why would Harry want to talk to him? Surely they'd said-screamed-all they needed to in Herbology.

"Would you send him down?" If Harry wanted to talk, Zacharias would talk.

***

Harry sat in the chair, and Zacharias sat on his bed. They'd decided it was better to sit down for this discussion.

An awkward silence overcame them, as Harry thought of what to say. He'd expended most of his anger blowing up portrait after portrait, and now he was left with this empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't like it.

"Harry, I-" "Zacharias-" they said at the same time. They broke off and looked away from one another. Just when Harry thought the silence would kill him, he spoke, surprising himself, "Zacharias, I owe you an apology."

"I-What?" Zacharias did a double take. "Um, why?"

Harry jumped up and paced in front of Zacharias. He made no eye contact, whatsoever. "I did cheat on you. I kissed someone-but it's not who you think. Balor is a friend, and he was just comforting me after a...familial dispute. You don't need to know what it was-let's just say me and my mother had words. Balor kissed me, but I pushed him away, you see. I don't think of him like that, even thought he is a very attractive man with very nice arms. But-"

"Harry. Where are you going with this?"

Harry stood stock still. He realized he'd been babbling. "I kissed Neville." He sat in the chair.

"Oh." Zacharias looked crestfallen. "Was this before or after I called you a whore?"

Harry fingered the hem of his robe. "Before."

"I see."

Harry couldn't let the silence go on any longer. "I'm sorry! I understand if you don't want to be with me, anymore, but you have to understand. I like you, but I love Neville. I probably always will. I can't just shut if off. When he kissed me, there was that spark that's always there, but I was thinking about you the whole time, and how wrong it was to be with you and kiss him."

Zacharias didn't say anything. He just sat there, looking stunned.

"Please, say something."

Zacharias looked at his hands. "I don't know what you want me to say, Harry. I should be angry, upset, like I was when I saw you kiss that guy, but I can't seem to feel much of anything."

"Do you still want to be with me?" Harry asked.

"Did you ever want to be with me?" Zacharias countered.

"I-I don't know."

"Me, either," Zacharias answered. "Why don't you just go now, okay? We'll talk later, when-when I've gotten everything sorted."

Harry briefly closed his eyes. "Okay. If that's what you want." Zacharias nodded. Harry stood up. He leaned down and kissed Zacharias's forehead. "Let's meet Friday. Say, nine o'clock, in the old D.A. room?" Zacharias nodded. "Okay, then."

Harry walked out of the room. Before the door clicked shut, he could have sworn he heard crying.

***

"You're awfully quiet," Quatre said to Harry. They were walking back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry hadn't said a word since the, "Let's go," back at the Hufflepuff dungeons.

"I'm just thinking," Harry sighed, "about Zacharias. I think we're over."

Inside, Quatre was gleeful. He felt guilty at being happy, but that was how he felt, and that wasn't about to change. Smith wasn't good enough for Harry. Plus, he creeped out Quatre. His spying on Harry didn't exactly help, either.

"You don't love him, do you?" Quatre asked, carefully. Even though he didn't like Zacharias, Harry did. It was best to be sensitive about these things.

"Mother, no!" Quatre silently thanked God. "But I do like him. It would be a shame to lose another boyfriend so quickly. At least, Neville took two months to break up with me." Harry laughed. "I'm horrible with guys. Maybe I should've stuck to girls."

"God, no!" Quatre exclaimed. "With all their girly bits and everything. Disgusting. Besides, we were made gay. Dr. J didn't want his weapons having breeder babies." Quatre walked a little faster, to give Harry some time to process that.

"Wait. What? Breeder babies?" Harry ran to catch up with Quatre. "What do you mean?"

Quatre stopped, making Harry stop, too. "Dr. J made all of us gay, so we wouldn't breed and make genetically inferior children. It was in his notes. I read most of them when we were at the compound. Heero has the hard copies, if you want to take a look."

"So we're all gay?"

"Supposed to be."

"That's just great!" Harry threw up his hands. "Just one more thing for me to be different at."

Quatre threaded his arm through Harry's and started them walking again. "You're mostly gay. You just have this teeny, tiny part of you that-"

"AH-CHOO!" Harry's body jerked with the force of his sneeze.

"Are you all right?" Quatre turned to look at Harry. There was a spider dangling from the end of his nose.

Brushing the spider off, Harry nodded. "Yeah. It just tried to crawl up my nose. Dorothy wants us to go to the Room of Requirement."

"What for?" Harry must have had a vision.

"She's found that girl."

***

Heero helped Daemon sit back down. They'd just came back from the bathroom-Daemon had to lean on Heero the entire way there and back, on account of his new wings. It wasn't unusual for newly Turned Vanuli to sprout wings-or tentacles or antennae-but it wasn't exactly common, either. The fact that Daemon grew solid blue butterfly wings must have some significance, but Heero didn't know what it was.

And he didn't care, as long as they got the wings back inside Daemon, and he could walk on his own, again.

"I'm going to go," Hermione said, once Daemon was seated. She gave Heero a hug, then hesitated a moment before wrapping her arms around Daemon, too. Daemon didn't know how to respond, Heero could tell, because it took him a moment before he hugged her back.

"Good-bye, Hermione," Heero said.

"Good-bye." She left the Infirmary.

Once she was gone, Heero turned back to Daemon. "Okay. Let's see about making your wings go away."

***

"So you don't have anything to say?" Dorothy looked down at Kayla. Kayla sat in an old wooden chair, magicked to remain strong through the centuries. Her legs were bound to the chair legs, her arms to the chair arms, and her head was pulled back by a metal ring, attached to the top of the chair. The bindings were made of Gundanium, and the chair was magicked to neither fall over nor break.

"No?" Dorothy asked, innocence in her eyes. She smiled when her prisoner didn't answer. "Good." Dorothy tapped her wand to the device on Kayla's chest. The Cruciatus Imitator turned on. Kayla's screams were beautiful to Dorothy's ears.

Dorothy got the Cruciatus Imitator from Roun before the pack left Hogwarts proper to go back into the Forbidden Forest.

Dorothy turned it off. Kayla's screams died down.

"Now, tell me where Dr. J is. Or Voldemort. Either/Or." Dorothy got right up in Kayla's face. "Tell me, you bitch!"

"I'll tell you nothing, you Vanuli whore! My master will be. Safe. From. You."

Dorothy caressed Kayla's Dark Mark. "Do you know what the Aurors will do to you, once I turn you over to them?"

"They'll do nothing compared to what J would do to me if I revealed his headquarters."

Dorothy breathed in Kayla's ear. "And Dr. J is a pussycat compared to me in a bad mood." She drew back. "Do you know what puts me in a bad mood?" A pause. "The mere thought that there are people out there who want to hurt my dear, sweet boys makes my blood boil in anger. The fact that one of them got into Hogwarts makes me feel as though I'm not doing my job." Dorothy trailed a finger down Kayla's jawline.

"When my job's not done, I fear for my children's safety. They are everything to me. To protect them, I would kill everyone in this school, this country, this world. Starting with you." Dorothy raised her hand, and Kayla's eyes widened in fear.

Dorothy smiled at the crunch as Kayla's left foot shattered. "But I'll play with you, first."

***

{Heero?}Harry thought, as he and Quatre ran down the corridor. {Heero, we need you!}

Suddenly, Harry could see through Heero's eyes. He was in still in the Infirmary. He was looking at Daemon, who was out of his shell! The two of them were trying to get rid of Daemon's beautiful, gossamer wings. Heero looked up.

{Harry? What's going on? Where are you?}

{Dorothy found Guildenstern. She's torturing her in the Room of Requirements. Quatre and I are going there, now. Can you make it?}

Heero looked at Daemon. {I'm not sure. Daemon can't walk like this.}

{Then fly!}Quatre broke in. {Surely, those wings are useful for something.}

{Why didn't I think of that?} Heero thought. {We'll be there in a few.}

Harry pulled back from Heero's mind. He panted as he ran, trying to catch his breath.

"You know," Harry said, "we could fly, too. It would be much quicker."

As expected, Quatre turned him down.

***

With Harry and Quatre running and Heero and Daemon flying, the four of them reached the Room of Requirement at about the same time.

Heero reached for the door-Harry noticed he wasn't out of breath-and flew into the room. Daemon flew in, with Harry and Quatre following behind.

"Stop!" Heero yelled, landing. "Stop it!"

Dorothy turned around. At least, Harry thought it was Dorothy. She was blonde-as usual-but it was a yellower blonde. Her face was different, less severe than normal. Of course, the big difference was the six spider legs spilling out of her ripped robe, raising her three feet in the air. Sort of like Dr. Octopus in the American comics Dudley used to like.

"Hello, my sweets," Dorothy cooed.

Uh oh. Baby talk and "precious" nicknames always meant one thing: Dorothy was in Crazy Mode. She was Super Naiyama (dun dun DUH).

"Come here, Dorothy," Heero said in a voice that a person might use to soothe a dog before it went Cujo on his arse.

"But I'm playing, darling," Dorothy said, still in that saccharine voice. "Whatever it is can wait, I'm sure. Unless...are you hurt?" Dorothy's eyes flared red. "Did somebody hurt you?" Her voice-no longer sugar-sweet-dropped about three octaves.

"No, no, we're fine. Right?" Harry and Quatre nodded. Heads would roll, if Dorothy thought somebody hurt her babies.

"Then what is it?" She cooed, again.

"I want you to stop playing with Kayla," Heero said.

"She would have hurt you," Dorothy said. "Given the chance, she would kill you or take you back to Dr. J."

"It's not her fault," Heero insisted. "I've been thinking on it, and I think I know how to fix it. Fix her."

Dorothy rolled her eyes. "I'm the Naiyama, and I know what's best for you-and her."

"What's best for me is not having one of my childhood friends murdered because she's been conditioned to think a certain way!" Heero yelled.

Daemon gasped, and Harry turned to look at him. He was still flying-more like fluttering in place, which Harry hadn't known those kinds of wings could do. The look in his eyes told Harry he'd just figured something out.

"What is it?" Harry asked him, but Daemon just shook his head.

"My baby, you just don't understand these things. Guildentstern is a bad person. She works for Dr. J. She's a Death Eater, too, for Mother's sake!"

"I would be, too, if I were in her place," Heero said. "So would Daemon and Harry and Quatre, if they hadn't gotten out when they did. J does things to people, bad things, that change them. But we can reverse the changes. We can change her back."

"Oh, Heero-" Dorothy began.

"NO!" Heero screamed. The magic of the room wavered and, for a moment, Harry saw the room as it really was. Empty, unlike any other room in the castle, save for the one lone chair Guildenstern was sitting on.

"What do you suggest we do, then?" Harry asked before anyone else could say anything.

"We should put her in the Box-"

Guildenstern, silent until that point, began screaming, "You son-of-a-bitch! I won't go in-"

Heero spoke over her. "The Box will reverse her conditioning. I'm sure of it."

Dorothy deflated-literally. Her spider legs turned back into human legs, and she was lowered back to the floor. "Fine." Very grudging. "How are we going to find one of these boxes?"

"Look around us" Heero said. "What room are we in?"

***

Heero walked back in the Room of Requirement, the last one in. Because of the magic of the room-though Heero couldn't say exactly why-the room wouldn't change when people were in it.

Quatre had left. He was summoned by his vampires. Finally, they were back to report on their findings. Of course, it might not matter that much, once Kayla was turned back to their side.

If she was turned back to their side. She had to be. Heero just knew it would work!

Heero sneaked a glance at the Box. It looked just like he remembered. Well, before he smashed it to little bits. It was tall and black. It looked like it was made of glass, but he couldn't see through it. His face reflected off of it, like with a scrying mirror. The shape was like an upside-down egg, with the little part at the bottom.

Heero looked away. Daemon hadn't even looked at it.

"Put her in," Heero told Dorothy. Kayla was unconscious and in one of Dorothy's bubbles, to keep her from escaping or drawing anyone's attention their way.

Dorothy opened the door and placed her in it. All they had to do now was wait.

Heero went to Daemon and, once more, began trying to get Daemon's wings to disappear.

***

"My master," Lillith said, bowing. She kissed the back of Quatre's hand and brought it to her forehead. Azrael, Echo, and Rastafarian echoed her, bowing low to the ground. This used to make Quatre uncomfortable, but it was just how the vampires were.

"What do you have to tell me, child?" Quatre asked, cupping Lillith's face in his hands.

"We have much to tell you, your Grace," Lillith said.

"Much," Echo echoed.

***

Kayla was bombarded with images from her past.

"We have to get him out," Kayla said. "We can't just leave him in there. She was talking about Heero. He was in the Box. The Box was bad. The Box would take Heero from them.

Flash.

"Heero is dead!" Caitlyn yelled. Bodies littered the floor.

Heero had done it. They got him out of the Box, and he repaid them by turning his magic lights on them.

Flash.

"I love you," Caitlyn said. She was very drunk. The war was over. "I always have."

That night, they made love for the first time.

Flash.

"Why are you doing this?" Caitlyn cried. There was blood. So much blood.

"Because my master wishes it." She was a weapon. A weapon, like Omega-12 was. A Perfect Weapon.

"NO!"she shouted. I am a person. I have a name!

Flash.

"Kill them," Dr. J said. He was the wielder, and Omega-2 would do everything he said.

"Yes, master."

Kill.

Lucas.

Kill.

Katydid.

Kill.

Gatlin.

Kill.

Samantha.

Kill.

Aiden.

Kill.

Holly.

Kill.

Josh.

Kill.

Jack.

Kill.

Caitlyn.

"NOOO!"

***

"NOOO!"

It sounded like someone dying-Heero looked up-he'd finally gotten Daemon's wings back in by acting as a catalyst. The door to the Box swung open, and Kayla stumbled out, falling on her broken foot.

Her face was red, tear tracks down her cheeks. She was soaking wet, from the water in the Box. She fell to the floor, and dry sobs wracked her body.

Heero conjured a towel and went to her. He tried to wrap it around her body, but she wouldn't allow it. He gave up and sat by her. She flung herself at him, clinging to him like a limpet.

"I killed them," she sobbed. "I killed them all."

***

Quatre stumbled back into the castle, dazed by the information his vampires had given him.

He couldn't believe it. Voldemort was Vanuli.

***

Kayla sat in the Hospital Wing, where Heero and Daemon had brought her after her reconditioning. They sat with her until visiting hours were over (and even a little bit after), even though she hadn't said a word since crying on Heero.

She couldn't believe everything that happened in the past year-everything she'd done in the past year. Caitlyn was dead. All of Omega was dead, except for herself, Heero, and Daemon, and they were outcasts. To return to Dr. J would be to be put to death.

Not that Kayla would ever return to him. He'd made her kill the love of her life, all because Caitlyn fought her programming and wouldn't follow J's plan to work with You-Know-Who. None of the others would. Only Kayla.

She looked at her left wrist. It was bandaged, but she knew what was under it. The Dark Mark. She was one of his, a Death Eater.

Earlier, she tried to scratch it off, resulting in many broken fingernails and a very bloody wrist. But the Mark was still there, laughing at her.

Kayla looked away, to a picture on the far wall. It was a landscape. Just a hill and valley, but it was beautiful. The sky moved, big, fluffy clouds rolling across the landscape. Kayla liked it.

She looked at the picture, determined not to think about her situation. She would not cry.

She didn't deserve to.

Selune