Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Zacharias Loves Harry ( Chapter 44 )

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 44: Zacharias Loves Harry

Friday, December 13, AC 198

8 PM

DADA classroom

Bang-pop!

"Shit!" Harry yelled. "I'm never going to get this right."

Heero rolled his eyes and went over to help his pouting brother. Even though it was Friday, the triplets were in Remus's room, practicing their defenses-and their offenses. Harry-try as he might-could not quite figure out how to use his Fury Shooters effectively. It was Heero's job to make sure he learned, and learned well. Especially now, with everything that Kayla told them.

Heero shuddered. He cast the Repairing Charm and sent the block of Gundanium back to the bench.

"You're forcing it too much," Heero said. He lay his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Try to think of a thermometer. If you get too hot or use too much force, it'll result in-well, you saw what the results are." A Fury Shooter exploding inside a block of Gundanium was not a pretty sight. Heero was just glad they were practicing with Gundanium, so it could absorb a lot of the magic. Any other metal would have destroyed this room, if not this entire side of the castle. "Try to imagine it at 80°. That should give you enough force without making it blow up."

Harry huffed. He'd been in an increasingly bad mood all day. Heero didn't know what Harry's problem was. Maybe it had something to do with exams?

"Fine," Harry said. "It's not like I can get any worse, can I?" Harry sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. He was meditating-at least, he was supposed to be. Fury Shooters took a lot of concentration to produce the first few times. It had taken Heero five years to learn how to use his mother's Fury Shooters and another three months to use his own. He didn't think Harry would have quite as much trouble with it. Their power was growing.

Harry produced a small yellow ball of light between his hands. A Fury Orb. It slowly grew in size as Harry drew his hands apart. Good. Harry opened his eyes, and the Orb began to flicker. Bad. Harry stabilized the Orb. Good. He put his hands by his side, and the Fury Orb began to move, becoming a Fury Shooter. The Fury Shooter danced around Harry's arm, moving slowly as Harry got a feel for it. It flickered blue, but that was okay. Heero had made his look like a disco ball, once. The Fury Shooter danced itself up to Harry's head. He was about to send it on its mission, Heero could tell. The Shooter flickered yellow, and-

"I did it!"

-disappeared in a poof.

"Damn it, Quatre!" Heero yelled, turning around. "Just what did you-oh."

On the other side of the room, surrounded by Dorothy and Daemon, Quatre stood. As a girl.

***

He did it! He did it! He Changed all by himself!

Quatre felt like dancing. He tried to but stopped very quickly, as his unbound breasts flopped all over the place. For such a small person-5'7", 130 pounds-he had surprisingly big boobs. They were at least C's. He felt himself up, laughing.

He did it!

He was grabbed and spun around. He spun with Daemon, grabbing his brother-nephew's biceps for support.

"You did it!" Daemon laughed. He knew how hard it was for Quatre to Change. They'd discussed it some a little while ago. Switching sexes might not be the biggest Change in the world, but it was something. They stopped spinning, and Quatre looked up into Daemon's eyes. There was something there...

"Well, let me see you!" Dorothy cried, grabbing Quatre. He dutifully turned around, and she launched herself into his arms. "Oh, Quatre, I'm so happy for you."

Quatre just laughed.

***

Harry plastered a smile on his face and went to congratulate Quatre, leaving his own failure behind. Everybody else-including Remus, who really didn't need to be there to watch over them anymore but came anyway-was already there, telling Quatre how proud they were of him.

Harry hugged his brother, holding him close. "You did good, kitten."

"You'll get yours, too. No problem."

Harry had to smile. Even in his concentration, Quatre noticed him having trouble with his Fury Shooters. Harry was usually pretty good at them. He didn't know what was wrong with him.

No, that was a lie. He knew exactly what was wrong with him. There were several problems. First of all, he was meeting Zacharias in less than an hour. He would learn if Zacharias still wanted to date him. To tell the truth, Harry wasn't sure what he wanted Zacharias to say. He didn't want Zacharias to be angry with him, but he was just so tired of the distrust and jealousy. He had enough of that with Neville.

His second problem was, as always, Voldemort. Because of Harry, Voldemort was Vanuli. A very powerful Vanuli. The more powerful the Vanuli Turner was-and the more powerful the Turnee was before hand-the more powerful a new Vanuli became. Harry was one of the three most powerful Vanuli to ever live, and Voldemort was no slouch in the magic department. Adding that together made Voldemort a very formidable enemy, one much stronger than if he was only human. The funny thing was, Voldemort didn't even know he was Vanuli until Dr. J told him. Without meaning to-all because he hated Harry that much-he gave himself half a chance of actually winning the war.

Which brought Harry to his next problem: Dr. J. Rather, Dr. J and Voldemort, together. Which they were. Together. Dr. J and Voldemort had gone ahead and partnered up, blowing to bits any possibility that the war would be an easy win for Harry and his brothers. Dr. J had amassed-grown-an army of great proportions. In addition to the soldiers he had during the Muggle War, J created many-many-Echo-Thetas. The Echo-Thetas were the daughters of the Thetas, the beautiful Acromantula Homomagi Heero killed when he was only twelve. And, according to Guildenstern, they were hopping mad, just chewing at the bit to get their hands-legs, whatever-on the Vanuli who killed their mothers and any allies he had.

Harry sighed. There wasn't much he could do about that, yet. Just practice and practice and try to get as strong as he possibly could be, so that on March 15th, he could-finally-kill Voldemort and rid the world of the bastard shol-va.

"Harry?"

Harry jumped as a hand came down on his shoulder. "Yes, Heero?"

"We're going to practice jumping our visions now. Maybe we can actually join them, tonight."

"Oh, okay." Harry walked over to where Quatre was sitting on the floor. He plopped down on a rug beside his brother. "So, what are we Seeing tonight?"

***

Harry lay his head against the stone wall, resting his eyes for just a moment. He and his brothers had been able to jump their visions just fine (after months of practice, Harry would be very worried, indeed, if they weren't able to), but they just could not figure out how to join them.

According to the texts they'd read-plus the ones Hermione told them about, which was a lot for a girl who didn't believe in divinations-a triumvirate who could join their visions would be very powerful. All the books, but especially the first, Seeing and Beyond: The Truth of Group Divining, was written by a man named Reginald Archibaldy, and explained the process the best.

Even though no one had ever joined a vision before, there was one school of though on them. From observing triumvirates who could jump visions, experts concluded that a small power force resulted exactly in the center of the triumverate. Archibaldy, a Divinations master and a prophet of some renown, studied the phenomenon from 1406 to 1496. He died at 113 years old, practically a Squib. His subjects' power, however, seemed to grow over the years. This caused other experts to speculate over the course of the remaining years. The current theory was this: Jumping visions causes a sort of magic magnet in the circle of the triumvirate. This magnet attracts the magic of those in the near vicinity, and spreads it out equally amongst the members of the triumvirate. Beliefs about joining visions ranges from the theory that it would create only a slightly larger magnet, to the theory that it would create a veritable magic black hole, sucking all the magic in, growing in size until it covered the world-and possibly beyond-or until the triumvirate broke out of the vision.

Harry thought it was somewhere in between, but the practical applications could be astounding. Definitely "a power the Dark Lord knows not."

"Sleepy?"

Harry jumped, opening his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and smiled at Zacharias. "Just a little. I've been...in tutoring with R-Professor Lupin."

"So you have," Zacharias said. "Shall we?" The door to the Room of Requirement appeared, and they went in.

Of course, they didn't need it to look like it did when the D.A. was held there, so it didn't. Two overstuffed chairs sat in front of a roaring fireplace, turned partially towards one another. Harry sat down in the one that faced the door, as Zacharias gawked at the room.

"Wha-?"

"It's called the Room of Requirement," Harry explained. "It gives you what you need. Right now, we need this. Don't tell anybody."

"Oh. Okay." Zacharias sat in the other chair.

They stared at the fire for a few minutes as an awkward silence came over them. Harry couldn't stand it anymore.

"So?" he asked. "Do you want to be with me or not?"

Zacharias sighed. "You're a subtle one, Harry."

"Okay, so I'm not the best at these things," Harry said, getting riled up. Zacharias didn't have to make fun of him. He could have tact, if he wanted to. He just didn't want to.

Zacharias put his hands up, as if to stop Harry. "Don't get so defensive; I didn't mean anything by it."

"Then you shouldn't have said it."

"I said I was sorry!"

"No, you didn't!"

Before Harry could think, Zacharias was up from his chair, grabbed Harry from his, and thoroughly snogged him.

"What was that for?" Harry asked, hand coming up to touch his lips.

"That was the only way I could think to shut you up." Zacharias crossed his arms. "And that's my answer."

"To what?"

"To what? I still want to date you, you jackass!" Zacharias yelled.

"How was I supposed to know that!" Harry yelled back.

"It's not like I just go around snogging guys I'm about to dump!"

"Why not?"

"Why not?" Zacharias repeated.

"Yeah. Why not?" Harry said. "I mean, why don't you just kiss me and leave? It wouldn't be the first time this has happened to me."

"What do you mean?" Zacharias asked.

Harry thought it was pretty obvious. "I'm not good at this." Harry scrunched up his eyes behind his glasses. He. Would. Not. Cry. "Neville fucked me before he dumped me."

"That bastard. I'll kill him!" Zacharias moved to storm from the room.

Harry grabbed him. "No, don't. I knew he would leave me. I just wanted him more than I wanted my virginity."

Zacharias turned around. He held Harry and made him feel safe. Harry lay his head on Zacharias's shoulder. He sniffled quietly.

Thinking about Neville just hurt so much.

"You're crying," Zacharias said.

"No'm not." Sniffle.

Zacharias lifted Harry's chin up. Harry tried to stop him, but he failed. Zacharias leaned down, and Harry closed his eyes.

"I would never do that to you."

Their kiss was slow. Beautiful.

"I love you." Zacharias squeezed Harry tighter. "I'll never let you go."

Harry's eyes flew open. Zacharias loved him. Zacharias loved him. But Harry didn't love Zacharias.

Oh, shit.

***

Zacharias whistled all the way back to Hufflepuff. First fight, overted. He'd even told Harry he loved him. Somehow, he was able to keep from saying all of the mushier stuff that tried to come out. But just barely.

Zacharias had had a crush on Harry since second year, when he made friends with Ginny Weasley. Through Ginny-before she stopped talking to him, somewhere around Christmas-he learned about Harry. He'd never thought of Harry much before that, not even to be horrified at his ability to speak Parseltongue. He couldn't be the Heir of Slytherin. Zacharias knew that from the beginning, no matter what Ernie thought. Harry was too pure and kind and...sweet. It was Zacharias, not Ginny, who sent Harry the singing valentine that year.

By third year, his crush was turning into much more than a crush. He even joined the Quidditch team, just so he could play against Harry, even if they weren't playing directly against one another, what with Cedric already being Seeker and all. The clincher-the day Zacharias knew he was in love-was that fateful game that year. Seeing Harry fall from his broom was the worst thing he had ever seen in his young life. He was in love.

The only person he told was Cedric Diggory. Cedric's dad was Zacharias's dad's best friend. They grew up together, and despite their age difference, they were very close. Cedric's death hit Zacharias hard, and for a little while, he hated Harry.

The hate didn't last very long, only a few months, but it did its damage. The first words Zacharias ever said to Harry were mean, hateful put-downs. At least, that's how he remembered it. His first chance to talk to Harry, and Zacharias hurt him. Not even that, because Harry didn't care what Zacharias thought of him. He. Didn't. Care.

After that, Zacharias tried to be nicer, but he just couldn't. Being nice to Harry got him ignored, just like the rest of Harry's adoring fans. Zacharias needed Harry's attention, so he fought with him to get it.

But all that was over now. He and Harry were together, like they were meant to be. Harry knew Zacharias loved him, and even though Harry didn't say it back, Zacharias knew it was only a matter of time.

Zacharias walked into the common room. It was louder than normal, probably owing to the fact that exams were over, and everyone would be leaving tomorrow.

"What's going on?" Zacharias asked. Ernie and Justin, who were sitting in the most comfortable chairs, staring at the girls' dorms. "Waiting for Hannah and Susan?" Ernie and Hannah got back together yesterday-big surprise-and Justin and Susan had been dating for two weeks.

"No. Yeah. Sort of," Justin said.

"Well, that makes it clear," Zacharias said.

"What Justin means to say is that we have a new girl. Professor Sprout brought her down about thirty minutes ago. She's a seventh year, like us," Ernie said. "Hannah and Susan are trying to talk to her, but she seems pretty quiet."

"For the, oh, two second that we saw her."

Ernie punched Justin in the arm. "Sarcasm doesn't look good on you, Justin. Leave that to Zacharias, here. He's a natural."

"Oh, hardy, har, har." Zacharias sat down. "So, what are we doing, waiting for them?"

Justin nodded.

"And where exactly have you been?" Ernie smiled lecherously. "Out with a new beau?"

"No." Zacharias hit Ernie upside the head and smiled. "I've been with Harry."

***

Kayla sat on her bed, contemplating life. Just three days ago, she was a weapon intent on killing or kidnapping Heero. She was a Death Eater and part of Dr. J's vast arsenal. Now, she was just a witch, a broken weapon who wasn't good for anything anymore, except information.

That was the only reason Dumbledore hadn't turned her over to the Aurors. The Dark Mark on her wrist and another mark on the back of her hand would have gotten her Azkaban for sure. Death-Eater. Omega-2. She wasn't either, anymore. At least, she didn't want to be.

Kayla told Dumbledore everything she knew about the Dark Lord, but he didn't even know about Dr. J's involvement. She kept that to herself, telling only Daemon and Heero the first and only time they came to visit her in the Hospital Wing. She also told them about what she did. She killed nine of the only eleven people she ever cared about.

"Hey. You."

Kayla looked over at the blonde girl in pigtails. She didn't answer.

The girl put out her hand. "I'm Hannah. Abbot. The Head Girl. This here's Susan." The brunette waved. "Who are you?"

Kayla looked away. She didn't feel much like inane chatter.

"Well, that's rude!" Hannah screeched.

"I guess she's just tired." Susan said. "Let's leave her alone for now." Susan wrestled Hannah out of the room. Kayla was thankful.

Kayla crawled under the covers. She thought of the dead, and for the second time in as many days, she cried.

***

"Damn, Parvati, what do you have in here, bricks?" Harry complained. He and Ron were carrying down Parvati's trunk-it took both-because she had "some fragile stuff in there. The last time it was levitated, my crystal ball broke."

"I only packed the essentials," Parvati argued. "I need a lot, but you wouldn't know that. Boys."

"Lav, you've beat your record," Seamus said. He and Dean were carrying her trunk for the same reason. "I'm sure this is at least thirty pounds heavier than last year. Right, Dean?"

"I'm not saying anything." A stance he took quite often between Seamus and Lavender, his best friend and his girlfriend.

Harry banged the trunk down as they reached the bottom of the stairs to Gryffindor Tower. The house elves would put everything there on the train.

"Aah!" Parvati screeched. "You'll break it."

"Oh, it's fine," Ron said, banging his own end down. He stretched, his joints popping. "At least, we only have to do this once more."

Harry smiled uneasily. He wouldn't be doing it, anymore. He wouldn't be here at the end of the year. He wouldn't even be here for all of spring term, much less summer. "Yeah."

"Well, I'm all done," Hermione announced, levitating her things down the steps.

"Me, too," Ron said.

"Walk me down?" Hermione asked. Ron nodded, and they started to walk away.

"Wait!" Harry yelled. He ran up to them. "I'll walk with you." It would be the last time he got to see them until the middle of January, and only two months after that, he would leave them forever.

"All right." Hermione smiled and linked her arm in his. "Let's go."

***

Heero stood in the foyer, watching all the students walk past. He was waiting for Duo, so they could say their good-byes.

Arms grabbed him from behind. "Hello, gorgeous." Duo growled.

Heero turned and swatted at his boyfriend. "Were you trying to scare me?"

Duo grinned. "Did it work?"

"Terribly." Heero brought Duo's head down and kissed him. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you more."

They cooed at each other for several minutes, each more sickeningly sweet than the last.

"Oh, get a room!"

Heero sent his patented Death Glare™ towards Malfoy, and that shut the brat up. "Where are you going again?"

"L3. I'm going with Trowa to visit his sister."

"I'll write to you," Heero said. "I promise. Now go, or you'll miss the carriages."

Duo made to walk away before turning back, spinning Heero around, dipping him., and kissing the life out of him. To applause.

"Ahem. Mr. Maxwell." Snape.

"Right," Duo said. "Bye, 'Ro. See you in January."

"Bye, Duo!" Heero called out. He nodded to Snape. "Professor." He turned and walked away. He and his family would be leaving within the hour.

***

"What's Haven like?" Daemon asked. They were standing in front of the gateway.

"Beautiful," Quatre answered. They were discreetly holding hands.

Rather, they thought they were discreetly holding hands.

Harry smiled. "Oh, it's better than beautiful."

Dorothy opened the gateway, and the five of them stepped in. They were assaulted by the sights and sounds and smells of Haven. Perfect.

"Harry!" Balor scooped Harry up in his arms.

Harry grinned. Even better.

Selune