Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Breakin Up is Hard to Do ( Chapter 46 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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 46: Breaking Up Is Hard to Do

Sunday

January 5, AC 198

Haven, Leaving Portal

"Is that everything?" Quatre asked, zipping up his bag. It was the day before school started back up, and they would be leaving for Hogwarts momentarily.

"Yeah, that's-oh, wait!" Harry yelled, running from the room. "I left my bag at Balor's!"

Quatre laughed at his brother. Harry was much happier now that he and Balor were "kinda, sorta" together. Harry spent most of his time with Balor, even going so far as to sleep in the room with Balor's family a couple of times. They hadn't had sex yet, though. Harry wanted to break up with Smith first.

That couldn't possibly turn out well. Smith was obsessed with Harry, even more so than Longbottom. He would be very angry when Harry dumped him. He might even get violent.

If Smith hurts him, I'll rip him apart.

Daemon wrapped his arms around Quatre from behind. He kissed Quatre's neck. "You sad to be going back?"

Quatre turned and put his arms around Daemon's neck. "It's always a little sad to leave this place. Especially knowing that I'm never going to see it quite like this again. Next time, I'll become king."

Daemon squeezed Quatre and quickly kissed his forehead. "That's months away. You'll think of something to get out of it. You're smart like that."

Quatre sighed and lay his head on Daemon's chest. Nothing would get him out of his destiny. Except for death, and that wasn't an option.

He forced a smile on his face. "We'll not think about it, right now. It's too depressing. Now, we should go to the Leaving Portal. Heero and Dorothy are waiting for us, and I'm sure Harry's on his way there by now." He stepped away from Daemon and shouldered his bag. "Get your bag, and let's go."

***

Harry announced himself, and the filmy partition slid away. Balor had added him to the room's occupancy list, so he could come and go as he pleased.

Harry tiptoed into the room, because there were people still sleeping in the bed. Balor was on the end, snoring, and Harry crept up to him. "Balor," he whispered, shaking his cousin.

"Mm," Balor groaned. He rolled over and squinted. "Harry? What time is it?"

"Past one." Harry grinned. Everybody slept late in Haven, except for special occasions like the Confirmation. "I have to leave soon. I just wanted to tell you 'bye' before I went." Harry moved to get his bag, but Balor grabbed his hand.

"C'mere, Nay," Balor pulled Harry down to the bed and nuzzled his neck. "I'm going to miss you."

"You know," Harry said slyly, "next weekend is the Ravenclaw-Slytherin game. Everybody will be there."

"And?" Balor asked, pretending not to know what Harry wanted.

"And I'll have broken up with Zacharias by then."

"Ooh. And that affects me why?" Balor teased.

"For Mother's sake, Bal, he wants you to fuck him!" Vanity cried from the other side of the bed.

Harry looked at Balor and burst out laughing. "Sorry for waking you, Van," Harry said. Vanity was Balor's next youngest sister. Two more sisters, Fait and Streena, were in bed with them.

"S'okay," Vanity mumbled. "Just don't do it again." She rolled over and went back to sleep.

Harry focused his attention on Balor. "So? Will you come?"

"Harry, love, you know that I would do anything for you, right?"

"But?" Harry had a bad feeling about this. Maybe Balor didn't want to be with him like that. Sure, Harry knew that Balor loved him, but you could love somebody without finding him attractive.

"I want our first time to be here, in Haven, not in some long abandoned classroom, or even that magical room, the-what was it called?"

"The Room of Requirement."

"Right. That."

"Do you not want to be with me?" Harry asked, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. These past few weeks, it had taken all of Harry's control not to just jump Balor. But if Balor didn't want to make love to Harry, he would just have to deal with it.

"Of course, I want to be with you!"

"Shh!" Vanity screeched.

"Sorry," Balor whispered. He turned back to Harry. "I've wanted to be with you since I first met you. You have no idea how hard it's been for me not to ravish you where you stand-lay-whatever. What I want is for it to be special.

"There's a room here that almost never gets used. It has a huge hot tub in it, and it's on a beach. That's where I want to take you."

"Oh," Harry said. "Okay." He kissed Balor, ecstatic that Balor wanted him. "I guess-I guess I can just come here next Saturday, then. All right?"

Balor answered by burying his face in Harry's neck.

***

Zacharias sat in the compartment with Justin and Susan. Hannah and Ernie were on the train, somewhere, doing Head Girl and Boy stuff. Zacharias didn't care, though. About anything.

Well, one thing. I get to see Harry today! He couldn't stop beaming at anyone he saw. Zacharias even smiled at Malfoy, for Merlin's sake!

"How was your Christmas?" Susan asked, brightly. Her brown hair was pulled back into pigtails, like Hannah's. It didn't look quite as childish on her.

"Torture," Zacharias answered.

"You missed Harry, didn't you?" She and Justin held hands. Their eyes met, and Zacharias almost gagged. He was glad he and Harry weren't that sickly sweet.

"Of course, I missed him! He's my boyfriend."

"Justin and I owled a lot over the break. Did you and Harry?"

"Oh, yeah. Lots," Zacharias lied. The truth was, Harry had only written once, when his owl came to drop off Zacharias's present. Zacharias wasn't worried, though. Harry wasn't much of a writer. And besides, owls couldn't enter...wherever it was Harry said he was going to. Haver or something like that. No non-Vanuli could enter there. That's what Harry said, at least, when Zacharias asked if he could visit.

Zacharias mentally shook his head. He didn't like thinking about how weird his boyfriend was.

"What did you do over the holiday?" he asked Justin, trying to get his mind off of it.

***

Dumbledore finished his speech, and food appeared on the table. Duo dug in with gusto.

He and Trowa had a long trip getting back to Hogwarts. They flew down from L1-where Cathy's circus was performing, currently-last night, spent the night in some hellhole hotel, and then rode back to Hogwarts on the train.

Duo was horribly jet-lagged-L1 was six hours ahead of Britain. He felt like he should be asleep, not about to have dinner.

Trowa elbowed Duo, which saved him from an embarrassing dive into his soup. "Yuy's trying to get your attention."

Duo looked over at the Gryffindor table. Heero smiled at him and waved. He was practically glowing. Going home had been good to him. Heero looked better than he had in ages. Of course, Heero always looked stunning.

Heero went through a series of gestures-a sign language that they had modified during the war-and told Duo that he wanted to meet him after dinner. Duo nodded and went back to his dinner.

Christmas at Trowa's was an amusing affair. It was the second anniversary after the end of the One Year War, and the Muggles were out in droves. They were happy and spirited, much more so than their magical counterparts here in Britain. Of course, their war was over. They didn't have to worry about You-Know-Who or Dr. J or the Death Eaters. Or the fact that three young men were their one and only hope for a good end to the war.

Duo smiled. He and the other pilots were even younger when they helped end the Muggle War. Heero didn't even have his magic, then. Now that he had magic, Heero could do anything.

His spirits lifted, Duo turned to Daphne Greengrass. Because she was his friend, of course, and not-just-because, when talking to her, he had a perfect line of sight towards Heero. "How was your holiday?"

***

"Smith is staring, again," Ron said.

Harry jerked up his head. "Huh?"

"Smith, your creepy boyfriend, is, once again, staring-unblinking!-over here."

"Oh, um, sorry?" Harry said, shoveling mashed potatoes in his mouth. He'd been out of sorts ever since leaving Haven that afternoon. It felt weird when it got dark-at Haven, it was either always dark or never dark, depending on the portal. Here, everything was so uniform. Time moved at a constant pace, everywhere!

Also, Balor wasn't here. Harry already missed his soon-to-be lover. Harry perked up. Soon, he would be with Balor-and only Balor-in every single way.

Harry smiled and looked up. Into Zacharias's eyes. Shit. Zacharias must think he was the reason for Harry's happiness. Harry put his spoon down.

"I guess I should talk to him," Harry said, his spirits deflating.

"Abou' wha'?" Ron asked, his mouth full.

"I'll tell you later." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, standing up. "I'll see you guys later." Heero, Quatre, and Hermione waved good-bye.

Harry walked over to the Hufflepuff table. Zacharias's face got brighter with each step that Harry took. "I, uh, need to talk to you," Harry said.

"Sure," Zacharias said. He wiped his mouth and fended off Ernie and Justin, who were-so maturely-making kissy faces at him.

Harry and Zacharias walked out of the Great Hall. As soon as the doors closed behind them, Zacharias grabbed Harry and kissed him. "I've missed you so much."

"Uh, great," Harry stammered. His stomach churned. This was not going to be fun.

***

The Room of Requirement looked much like it did the last time Zacharias and Harry were there-two plush chairs facing a roaring fire. Harry motioned for Zacharias to sit and sat in the other chair. Harry fidgeted with the hem of his robe, determinedly not looking at Zacharias. This hadn't been so hard with Neville.

Of course, with Neville, it was Neville who did the dumping. And despite what Neville thought, Harry had never cheated on him.

Zacharias cleared his throat. "So, uh, what did you want to talk about?"

Harry jumped. Zacharias was so sweet-sort of-and he loved Harry. But Harry loved Balor, and Balor loved him back. Harry didn't have the time to be with someone he only liked a little bit.

"You're scaring me a little bit, Harry." Zacharias stood up, clenching his fists in his robes.

"I, uh," Harry stammered. He brought his legs up and curled himself into a little ball. He would not cry or get emotional. He was Harry James Potter, and he could bloody well break up with his boyfriend. "I'm sorry."

Zacharias frowned and dropped to his knees in front of Harry. "About what? Harry, look at me." Zacharias's fingers lifted Harry's chin from his knees. "What's wrong?"

Harry smiled sadly. Zacharias really did love him-he would never act this way if he didn't. "I don't deserve you."

Zacharias leapt to his feet. "Of course, you deserve me! You deserve everything." Zacharias gathered Harry in his arms, and Harry let himself be hugged. "I love you."

Harry closed his eyes. "I know, and that's what makes this so hard." Harry pushed away from Zacharias. It was so difficult to just say it! Harry looked away from Zacharias. "I want to break up."

Silence.

Harry wanted to look at Zacharias, but he was afraid of what he'd see. Zacharias would be so crushed.

"What! Why?" Zacharias cried through clenched teeth. He spun Harry around and shook him. "Why. Don't. You. Want. To. Be. With. Me? Don't you know I love you?"

"I don't love you," Harry whispered.

Zacharias clenched his fingers around Harry's biceps. "It's that half-giant, isn't it? You fucked-No, he fucked you over the break, and now you fancy yourself in love with the brute."

"He's not a brute!" Harry yelled. "And we haven't had sex, but yes, I do love him."

"What does he have that I don't?" Zacharias asked, defeated. "Why don't you love me? I've loved you since we were thirteen! I even joined the Quidditch team for you!"

"I-I'm sorry." Harry reached out to Zacharias, but he was slapped away.

"No, you're not. You have your lover, and you're so happy with him. But I won't let you leave me. I've waited too long to let you go, now."

Zacharias grabbed and kissed him. Harry tried to pull back, but couldn't. Zacharias pushed him into the chair, covering Harry's body with his own.

Zacharias's mouth moved from Harry's mouth down to his neck. He searched and found the hickey that Balor left that afternoon. Zacharias growled and latched onto it, covering it with his own mark.

"Zacharias, stop!" Harry cried. He tried to push Zacharias off, but he was too heavy. If I could just get to my wand. But he couldn't. His wand was in his robe pocket, and Zacharias had a firm grip on his hands.

Zacharias undid the top buttons on Harry's robe and undershirt. Oh, fuck this! Harry had never tried wandless casting in Latin before, but he couldn't think of the Vanulian word. "Abigo!" Harry yelled, and Zacharias went flying backwards. Zacharias hit his head on the stone wall and slumped to the floor.

"Oh, shit."

***

Dorothy was enjoying a nice, relaxing time alone in her room. Pansy and Tracey were with their boyfriends, Daphne was owling her-much older-girlfriend, and Millicent was off somewhere, playing with her cat. Or terrorizing "ickle firsties." It was hard to tell with her, sometimes. Dorothy sighed and turned a page in her book.

Her Niamos were all okay. Quatre was with Daemon, down here in Slytherin. Heero was, similarly, with his boyfriend, up in the Astronomy Tower. And Harry was with Smith in the Room of Requirement. They were having a very heated discussion. It was to be expected, of course. Losing someone as great as Harry was never fun. At least, Dorothy didn't expect it would be. She didn't have much time for that, nowadays.

Smith shook Harry, and Dorothy sat up, all of her attention on the two of them. She leapt to her feet when Smith forced his kiss on Harry. That bastard would die!

Dorothy ran out of her dorm, barely remembering to put on shoes.

***

"Oh, God," Harry said, rushing over to Zacharias. There was so much blood. Harry had to fight not to throw up. "Okay, Harry, just calm down. Everything'll be all right. You just have to get him to Madam Pomfrey."

Harry lifted Zacharias's head to see how bad the damage was. There was a long gash, but it didn't look like it went too deep. Of course, Harry was no Healer, and head wounds were never good. And Zacharias was losing a lot of blood-Harry could do something about that.

Harry gathered his wits and set about pushing blood-just the blood, none of the debris-back through Zacharias's wound. He made the blood clot. Unlike back on Halloween, Harry's work stayed. He couldn't close the wound, though-that was Heero's specialty-and Zacharias might have a concussion.

Harry levitated Zacharias, intent on taking him to the Hospital Wing. He opened the door and ran straight into Dorothy.

"Ow," Harry said, rubbing his forehead. "What are you-oh!"

Dorothy practically tackled Harry, dragging him down to the floor. "Oh, baby, I saw everything. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did that bastard hurt you?" Dorothy's eyes fell on Harry's neck and narrowed. "I. Will. Kill. Him." She stood up and marched over to Zacharias's floating body. Harry's eyes widened as she drew a Fury Shooter from her body. It was vibrant, bright. Deadly.

"No!" Harry screamed. He ran and tackled Dorothy. "You can't just kill him!"

Dorothy paid no attention, and her Fury Shooter hurtled towards Zacharias.

Harry said a protection spell and threw it at Zacharias. It hit him and stuck just as Dorothy's Fury Shooter shot threw his body. The force caused Harry's Levitation Charm to fail, and Zacharias went crashing to the floor. At least, he was alive.

Dorothy rounded on Harry, who picked himself up from the floor. "Why did you do that? That bastard tried to rape you!"

"But he didn't," Harry insisted. "And now he knows not to mess with me. Besides, he was just emotional. Zacharias didn't really mean it."

"Yeah, right," Dorothy spat. "He just tripped and fell on you. Not his fault at all, really."

Harry smiled. "Exactly."

Dorothy ran her thumb over Harry's cheek. "Oh, my darling Nelat, I would never have forgiven myself if something had happened to you. I've been a bad Naiyama, being so far away from you and your brothers. You could have been really hurt, and I was in the damn dungeons reading."

Harry grabbed onto Dorothy's hand. "But I'm fine."

"And I'm going to make sure you stay that way."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Sure." What exactly could she do to be closer to them? Become a Gryffindor? "Just help me take Zacharias to the Hospital Wing."

***

"So, Dorothy's in Gryffindor now?" Heero asked, flopping back onto the bed. He petted the black cat-it must have been someone's Christmas present-and scratched his head.

"Wait a minute," Quatre said, jumping up from the bed. "Back up. You said Smith tried to rape you?"

"No, no." Harry shook his head. "You're blowing it all out of proportion. He didn't get anywhere near my...lower regions."

"Because you cursed him," Quatre said.

"Right." Harry didn't want to talk about that anymore. It made him uncomfortable. "Anyway, about Dorothy. We told Dumbledore what happened-though Dorothy grossly exaggerated. We had to tell him that Dorothy was my Naiyama, but after that, he was only too happy to make her an honorary Gryffindor. Something about it being school policy."

"Great," Heero said. "I understand her wanting more security, but now we're never going to get away of her."

Harry groaned and flopped next to Heero. He petted the cat. "She's even setting up exactly how far away from her we can be. I'm not sure how far it is, but probably the area of Gryffindor Tower."

The cat rippled, and a few seconds later, a very naked Daemon replaced it. He looked right at Quatre. "I guess this means you won't be sleeping down in Slytherin, tonight."

Quatre frowned. "I guess not."

***

Dorothy sat by the human's bed in the Infirmary, waiting for him to wake up. Harry was safe from him now, up in Gryffindor Tower with Heero and Quatre. Nothing could hurt the three of them when they were together. Nothing.

But apart, they were still vulnerable.

Dorothy would NOT let ANYTHING happen to her BABIES. Dorothy clenched her fist and willed Smith to wake up.

She needed to speak to him.

Smith groaned, and his eyes fluttered.

Good.

Dorothy waited until Smith's eyes were completely opened and he seemed coherent before looming over him. "Good evening, little badger."

Smith's eyes went wide at the sight of her. Everyone-especially the seventh years and the Slytherins-knew how protective Dorothy was of her Niamos. Everybody also knew that Dorothy was just a touch crazy. What they didn't know was that, a few times, Dorothy had actually killed people for looking hungrily at her babies. She'd thrown people from second story windows, thrown a car at them, and melted the bones of people who had done far less than what Smith did to Harry.

Dorothy was much better than that now-she'd learned restraint. But what Smith did brought back all of her psychotic tendencies, and Dorothy was only too happy to let them out.

"We have to have a little talk, you and I."

Zacharias made to speak, and Dorothy hushed him with a spell.

"What I meant was, I need to talk to you, puny human." She transfigured her chair and got comfortable. Now that Smith couldn't talk, he couldn't scream for help. "There are several ways this could go, Zacharias. I could kill you, which, frankly, is what I'm itching to do. I could paralyze or otherwise maim you. Or, I could do nothing to you, which I'm sure is what you want.

"In order to come out of this unharmed, you need to do one very simple thing: leave. You have to transfer to another school. Now, I've already spoken to Professor Dumbledore about this, and he has agreed to write you a recommendation for Upchurch's Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. It's not quite as prestigious as Hogwarts, but at least you've still be able to take your NEWTs. I could have just had you expelled. Harry is the Headmaster's golden boy, after all. He loves him like a grandchild.

"Of course, I won't make you leave. This is all up to you. However, if you choose to remain here, I shall have to make you impotent-for life. Harry might be in denial, but you and I both know what you wanted to do to him. Also, I can't just stop there, either. I would have to render you completely helpless and unable to hurt Harry, perhaps by melting your bones in all of your limbs except your non-wand arm. Of course, Madam Pomfrey could always regrow them, but," she smiled, "that only works so many times. I like a challenge.

"If you do choose to stay at Hogwarts, you cannot talk to or about Harry. You cannot think about Harry or blame him for your situation. You got yourself into this mess-hehad nothing to do with it. If you do any of these things-and believe me, I will know-I will kill you. Slowly. I have some experience with torture, and I'm always looking to improve. You would be the perfect subject for me. My only worry is that my hatred for you would make me kill you too quickly, and ruin my fun." Dorothy took the spell off Smith.

Zacharias gulped.

"So, which will it be?"

***

Two days later, Zacharias transferred.

Selune