Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Commenisse Memoria ( Chapter 47 )
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By: Selune 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Fantasy / Drama / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.02.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 378 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Fantasy / Drama / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.02.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 378 | Status: Completed
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: www.livejournal.com/~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 47: Commenisse Memoria
Friday January 17, AC 198 Potions classroom
"Commenisse Memoria is not a simple potion," Snape said, stalking around the room. "It is a complicated potion with rare ingredients. As such, Longbottom and his partner will be working with me. The rest of you will be in groups of three." Nobody moved. "That means get in your groups."
A flurry of parchment and quills scattered about the room as the students hurried to get with their friends. Quatre took his time, it having been decided earlier that the triplets would work together. Like with many potions, the strength of the potion changed with the magical strength of the maker. The stronger the maker, the stronger the potion, and vice versa. With the triplets working together, the potion would be stronger than any ever made before, and all of their hidden memories would come back to them. Heero would probably even regain the memories that the Lust took from him.
Quatre got to the table, and Harry went to go get the ingredients needed. Quatre smiled—he'd never made a potion with both of his brothers before.
***
"Memeni," the triplets incanted in synchronization, saying the Regain Memory Charm over their potion. The combination of the potion and the charm made for some very potent magic. Quatre just hoped there wasn't anything he really didn't want to remember.
"I'll go first," Harry said, pouring a little bit into a flash. That was just like Harry—the perfect little Gryffindor, always being the first to try new and dangerous things.
Since it was NEWT level potions, Snape expected all of his students to be confident enough to drink their potions. Of course, accidents happen, and there had been several pink-feathered boys several times that year. Usually, Longbottom and his partner. Quatre wasn't worried, though. His potions usually turned out practically perfect.
Quatre nodded, and Harry downed the potion.
"Whoa," Harry moaned, his hands moving to his head. "'S heavy." He plopped down in his chair, fingers rubbing his temples.
Heero lay his hands on the back of Harry's neck. "You okay, Har?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. It's just a little much." Harry's voice hitched. "I remember my parents."
Quatre looked away from Harry, to give him time to compose himself. He couldn't imagine what it was like to grow up an orphan, like Harry, or not knowing his parents, like Heero. Quatre had just had his father, but Raberba Winner was more than enough.
Quatre blinked back tears. Even after so long, his father's death still hurt.
"I'll go next," he volunteered. Quatre sat down and drank the potion. What he saw made his head spin and his heart constrict. "Oh, God." He couldn't let Heero see this.
"My turn." Heero went to grab the third flask, and Quatre put out his hand to stop him.
"No, you can't," Quatre said. "Believe me, you don't want to."
Heero gave him a look like he was stupid. "Quatre, I'm going to take the potion. You're just making me want to take it more."
"Okay, okay," Quatre held up his hand. "I just want to say this first. What happened was not our fault. It was the magic, and we are not to blame."
"Quat, you're scaring me," Heero said.
"Good."
Heero shook his head and sat down. "I'm going to take the potion now, if that's okay with you."
"Fine."
Heero swallowed the potion. A few minutes later, his eyes widened. He had remembered.
***
Heero didn't know what Quatre's problem was. Actually, he thought he did. Heero knew that Quatre used to mess with his memories, though he wasn't sure exactly how. Quatre probably didn't want Heero finding out about it.
That was just too bad.
Heero drank the potion.
***
It was the day before the full moon, and the Lust was in full bloom.
"How much do you love me?" Heero asked an enthralled Duo.
Duo grabbed him and rolled them over. "Does it really matter?"
***
Heero and Duo were in an abandoned classroom, the closest to the Great Hall. They moved together, frantically, Duo inside of Heero. Duo came and pulled out of Heero.
Heero moaned at the loss of Duo's body heat. He pulled Duo back onto his chest, arranging him so they'd be comfortable. Heero was just about to fall asleep when a voice jerked him out of his post-coital bliss.
"What the fuck's going on here!" roared Professor Lupin.
***
It was November of 196, the year before Heero and Quatre met Harry. Heero had marked Roun and allied himself with the werewolves mere days before. Tomorrow was the day before the full moon, when something would happen. Heero wasn't sure what—but tonight was for partying.
"Wine for m'lady," Quatre said, handing Heero the goblet.
Heero giggled. He was more than a little drunk already and being intoxicated always made him act like a pre-pubescent girl. "Yay, wine!" Heero snatched the goblet and chugged the wine. It was semi-expensive, so he really should have savored it, but he was the guest of honor at this party, so he could do as he liked. Besides, Heero didn't have much of a taste for wine, much preferring the fruitiness of Booamyie and other fairy drinks.
"Don't drink it too fast," Quatre warned, "or you'll get sick."
"Yeah, yeah," Heero dismissed his brother. "Sick, schmick. I'll be all right."
The clock chimed midnight, and the room started to spin.
"You know, I do feel a little lightheaded."
Quatre grabbed Heero's drink and set it on a nearby table. He reached out a steadying hand to Heero's elbow. "Come on, let's get you out of the crowd."
As Quatre led Heero away—to where, he didn't know—Heero felt eyes on him. He turned to look at the werewolves. Their eyes were glazed over, and they looked feral. A few even growled, but none of them moved to attack.
Quatre brought Heero to the room they shared with Dorothy. Potion bottles filled the room, all the potions Quatre had made since living in the compound, from which they had moved a little over a month ago. Quatre sat Heero down on the bed and went to get a potion.
Heero found himself starting at his brother's ass and licking his lips. He's very sexy, Heero thought, his eyes glazing over.
You love DUO! another part of him shouted.
Yes, but you love Quatre, too, the first part said.
That's true, the second conceded.
Decision made, Heero stood up. He stalked to Quatre and grabbed him from behind. Surprised, Quatre dropped the Drought of Sobriety that he was holding.
Quatre turned in Heero's arms. His pupils dilated, and he had trouble standing.
Their lips met in a clash of teeth and noses, tongues forcing their way into the other's mouth.
Quatre pushed Heero back onto the bed and crawled on top of him. He growled and tore at Heero's shirt. Heero arched as Quatre's lips found his neck, tearing long strips out of Quatre's back with his fingernails.
"Ahh!" Heero groaned, pumping his hips up against Quatre's. "Sit up." Quatre did so, and Heero tore Quatre's shirt up over his head.
They met, naked chest to naked chest, their clothed erections rubbing against one another.
Heero grabbed Quatre and rolled them. He quickly divested them of their pants, and put his mouth to good use.
"Nn!" Quatre screeched as Heero sucked his cock with the strength of a vacuum cleaner.
Heero stopped before Quatre came and grabbed a potion bottle off the bedside table. Luckily, he grabbed a moisturizing potion and not one of the more lethal ones. Heero slicked up Quatre's cock, quickly prepared himself, and impaled himself on Quatre.
"Mmm," they moaned as one. Quatre rolled them over and began pumping into Heero. Their coupling was a frantic affair, Quatre pumping in and out of Heero only a couple of times before spending himself.
After it was over, Quatre pulled out of Heero and lay beside him, pulling Heero up close to him.
***
Heero came out of the memory and stared in horror at Quatre.
"How? What?" He couldn't get out a complete question.
"It was the Lust," Quatre answered. "The next morning, you didn't remember anything, so I took the Memory Potion, and I forgot, too." Quatre moved to hug Heero, but Heero jumped back.
"No. We—I—Don't touch me!" Heero screamed. He turned on his heel and ran out of the room, ignoring the shouts of his classmates.
***
Harry stared at the spot where Heero used to be. "What's his problem?" he asked, confused.
Harry's experience with the potion wasn't completely good, but it wasn't anything that made him want to run hysterically from the room. Or be so mean to his brother.
Whatever happened, Quatre knew what it was.
Quatre sighed. "I'll tell you later." With that, he ran from the room, following Heero.
***
Quatre found Heero in Gryffindor Tower. It wasn't hard—he just used their link, which was stronger than ever since Yule.
Quatre sat down on the bed beside Heero. He raised his hand to rub Heero's back but remembered Heero's words. Don't touch me! Quatre sighed and lay his hand beside Heero. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." Heero's voice hitched.
"Well, I do." Quatre brought his knees up and rested his chin on them. "You know, I wanted to lose my virginity to Daemon." He chuckled. "Guess I can't do that now, can I? Oh, well."
Heero rounded on Quatre and growled at him. "I"m glad you can be so nonchalant about this, Quatre, but I can't. I have to tell my boyfriend, who I love, that I cheated on him with my own brother. I have to tell him that everything he thought was going on was going on! It's going to break his heart."
Quatre's eyes narrowed. "And I have to tell my boyfriend, who I love, that there was someone before him. That all of our plans were for nothing because I'm tainted and unpure!"
Heero let out a sad laugh and crawled into Quatre's lap. "Don't be mad at me. Please." Quatre nodded, and he lay his head on Quatre's shoulder. "How do I tell Duo that we slept together? Our relationship's strained enough as it is. One more thing, and I think he might leave me."
Quatre wrapped his arms around Heero. "Then don't tell him."
"I have to! I can't just not tell him. I've done too much of that. And what do I do when he asks me what I remembered that literally made me flee from the room in general and you in particular? Do I just lie?"
Quatre picked his words carefully. "Tell him that you remembered something involving me, that upset you. Tell him that you don't want to tell him because it'll needlessly upset him, and you don't want to do that. If he loves you half as much as you love him, he'll respect your wish."
Heero laughed. "I'm sure that'll go over real well."
Quatre smiled wistfully. "It'll be okay." His mind wandered back to Daemon. How could he tell his own boyfriend the events? He would understand, Quatre was sure, but it might damage their relationship. Daemon was always uncomfortable about reminders of Quatre's future, and this would shove it right in his face.
"So you love Daemon?" Heero asked, big eyes blinking up at Quatre.
Quatre blushed. "Who knew?" He shrugged, then nodded.
"When did this come about?"
Quatre thought. "I'm not sure. I certainly never meant for it to happen—it just did. It just sort of crept up on me."
Heero turned his head away. "We all have somebody keeping us apart now. Somebody to love."
"Yeah," Quatre said, his thoughts, inevitably, turning back to the future. Unfortunately. Somebody to love, somebody to lose.
***
"Where's Harry?" Dorothy asked amid the flurry. It was Saturday, the day of the Slytherin-Ravenclaw game, and everyone was getting ready to go out to the pitch.
"He went ahead with Ron and Hermione," Heero said, coming down from the boys' dorms. He was more subdued since yesterday. Dorothy knew he and Quatre had remembered something they didn't like, but they wouldn't say what, no matter how hard she tried to make them. She could always order them, but it didn't seem worth it. Yet.
"Are you sure?" Dorothy's eyes narrowed.
Harry had been sly and secretive all week—Dorothy wouldn't put it past him to try and sneak off. She had to admit, she wasa bit more protective than usual, but after what happened, she had a right to be. The Hufflepuffs were still being mean to Harry, having figured out for themselves that he had something to do with Smith's disappearance.
"Yes, we're sure," Quatre said, tromping after Heero. "We saw him leave ourselves."
Dorothy did a scan of the common room, looking for Weasley. If he wasn't here, she would assume they were telling the truth. Dorothy found a shock of red hair, but it was too long and too low to be the boy Weasley.
Dorothy sighed. "I guess you're telling the truth. Come on, let's go."
***
Harry waited until the tower was clear before coming out of the bathroom. He'd hidden there while Heero and Quatre distracted Dorothy.
Dorothy didn't really approve of Harry's relationship with Balor. Harry could sort of see why, though. Balor was eleven years older than him. Of course, Harry had the feeling that Dorothy would disapprove either way. She didn't exactly like Maxwell, either, and she barely tolerated Daemon.
Harry sneaked back to his dorm room—just in case there were any stragglers—and peeled off his clothes. He was going to Haven the bird's way. He Changed into owl form and preened in front of a mirror. He looked a lot like Hedwig like this.
Harry hooted and, picking up the letter to Balor with his talons, flew out the open window.
***
Dorothy pulled her boys along, trying to find Harry. She saw the tall Weasley boy and stalked over to him.
"Where's Harry?" she demanded. She couldn't see him.
"We don't know," Granger said. "He's not with us."
"Yeah," Weasley said. "We figured he was with you."
Dorothy's eyes narrowed, and she turned to Heero and Quatre. "Well, what do you have to say?"
"Well, um..." "We—" They hemmed and hawed, saying nothing, fidgeting all the while and refusing to look at Dorothy.
"Where. Is. Harry?" Dorothy stomped her foot. Heero looked like he was about to stall some more. "NOW."
Heero looked away. "Harry'sinHaven," he sputtered.
Dorothy blinked. "WHAT!"
***
Balor sat at an easel in the Main Portal. He fancied himself an artist and, as such, could be seen about the town, painting various scenes.
His current painting was not a landscape, as usual, but a portrait. It was of Harry, his beloved. The edges of the painting were done in varying slashes of color—green for his eyes and jealousy, blue for the sadness to come, and red for love and Blood. In the center of the painting, Harry sat demurely on nothing. He had multicolored fairy wings sprouting out of his back and an enigmatic smile on his face. Balor loved the painting.
A bird hooted and Balor looked up. There were no birds in Haven. The only creatures who could survive in Haven were Vanuli.
Someone must like flying, Balor mused as the snowy owl circled lower and lower in the sky. The owl dropped something, and Balor picked it up. It had his name on it. Frowning, Balor unrolled the parchment. Thankfully, the words were in Vanulian.
Balor, it's me—the owl, I mean. Go get me some clothes, so I can Change back. Love, Harry.
Balor looked up. "Harry?"
The owl...nodded, for lack of a better word.
"All right, then. Follow me." Balor trooped off to the houses, so he could find Harry a robe.
***
When Harry was dressed, they gave each other a proper welcome.
"Mm," Harry moaned when Balor kissed him. "I missed you."
"Me, too, my love." Balor picked up Harry, wrapping Harry's legs around his waist. He looked around at the empty room. "What do you say we go somewhere more private?"
Harry giggled. "Let's."
***
Harry was nervous. Balor was already naked, adjusting the faucets on the hot tub and moving the various potions around.
"Come on in, Harry," Balor said, sinking into the water. "The water's great."
Harry took off his robe and blushed. He felt so inadequate next to Balor. Balor was a man, and Harry was just a boy. Harry quickly jumped in the water, before Balor could see much of him.
Before Harry knew what was happening, Balor was over top of him, pinning him against the hot tub.
"Er, hi." Harry grinned weakly. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. After all, Balor was big, very big, at least twice the width of Neville's and longer, too. Of course, Balor was in the form of a quarter giant, so it was to be expected.
"Hello, beautiful." Balor nibbled at Harry's neck, his hand on Harry's crotch.
"Ooh, I like that," Harry said, when Balor began sucking on the vein in his neck. Maybe this was a good idea, after all.
***
Harry flew back into Gryffindor Tower, a goofy look on his bird face. He'd just had the best sex of his young life. Balor touched him in all the right places, all the right ways. It was wonderful.
Harry Changed back into a human and began digging in his trunk for pajamas. It was night. The portal had been one of the slow-moving ones, so their sex session had taken all day.
A light came on, and Harry looked up. A Fury Orb. Harry gulped. Dorothy.
"You have been a very bad boy," his Naiyama said. "Now, what am I going to have to. Do. To You?"
Selune
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: www.livejournal.com/~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 47: Commenisse Memoria
Friday January 17, AC 198 Potions classroom
"Commenisse Memoria is not a simple potion," Snape said, stalking around the room. "It is a complicated potion with rare ingredients. As such, Longbottom and his partner will be working with me. The rest of you will be in groups of three." Nobody moved. "That means get in your groups."
A flurry of parchment and quills scattered about the room as the students hurried to get with their friends. Quatre took his time, it having been decided earlier that the triplets would work together. Like with many potions, the strength of the potion changed with the magical strength of the maker. The stronger the maker, the stronger the potion, and vice versa. With the triplets working together, the potion would be stronger than any ever made before, and all of their hidden memories would come back to them. Heero would probably even regain the memories that the Lust took from him.
Quatre got to the table, and Harry went to go get the ingredients needed. Quatre smiled—he'd never made a potion with both of his brothers before.
***
"Memeni," the triplets incanted in synchronization, saying the Regain Memory Charm over their potion. The combination of the potion and the charm made for some very potent magic. Quatre just hoped there wasn't anything he really didn't want to remember.
"I'll go first," Harry said, pouring a little bit into a flash. That was just like Harry—the perfect little Gryffindor, always being the first to try new and dangerous things.
Since it was NEWT level potions, Snape expected all of his students to be confident enough to drink their potions. Of course, accidents happen, and there had been several pink-feathered boys several times that year. Usually, Longbottom and his partner. Quatre wasn't worried, though. His potions usually turned out practically perfect.
Quatre nodded, and Harry downed the potion.
"Whoa," Harry moaned, his hands moving to his head. "'S heavy." He plopped down in his chair, fingers rubbing his temples.
Heero lay his hands on the back of Harry's neck. "You okay, Har?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. It's just a little much." Harry's voice hitched. "I remember my parents."
Quatre looked away from Harry, to give him time to compose himself. He couldn't imagine what it was like to grow up an orphan, like Harry, or not knowing his parents, like Heero. Quatre had just had his father, but Raberba Winner was more than enough.
Quatre blinked back tears. Even after so long, his father's death still hurt.
"I'll go next," he volunteered. Quatre sat down and drank the potion. What he saw made his head spin and his heart constrict. "Oh, God." He couldn't let Heero see this.
"My turn." Heero went to grab the third flask, and Quatre put out his hand to stop him.
"No, you can't," Quatre said. "Believe me, you don't want to."
Heero gave him a look like he was stupid. "Quatre, I'm going to take the potion. You're just making me want to take it more."
"Okay, okay," Quatre held up his hand. "I just want to say this first. What happened was not our fault. It was the magic, and we are not to blame."
"Quat, you're scaring me," Heero said.
"Good."
Heero shook his head and sat down. "I'm going to take the potion now, if that's okay with you."
"Fine."
Heero swallowed the potion. A few minutes later, his eyes widened. He had remembered.
***
Heero didn't know what Quatre's problem was. Actually, he thought he did. Heero knew that Quatre used to mess with his memories, though he wasn't sure exactly how. Quatre probably didn't want Heero finding out about it.
That was just too bad.
Heero drank the potion.
***
It was the day before the full moon, and the Lust was in full bloom.
"How much do you love me?" Heero asked an enthralled Duo.
Duo grabbed him and rolled them over. "Does it really matter?"
***
Heero and Duo were in an abandoned classroom, the closest to the Great Hall. They moved together, frantically, Duo inside of Heero. Duo came and pulled out of Heero.
Heero moaned at the loss of Duo's body heat. He pulled Duo back onto his chest, arranging him so they'd be comfortable. Heero was just about to fall asleep when a voice jerked him out of his post-coital bliss.
"What the fuck's going on here!" roared Professor Lupin.
***
It was November of 196, the year before Heero and Quatre met Harry. Heero had marked Roun and allied himself with the werewolves mere days before. Tomorrow was the day before the full moon, when something would happen. Heero wasn't sure what—but tonight was for partying.
"Wine for m'lady," Quatre said, handing Heero the goblet.
Heero giggled. He was more than a little drunk already and being intoxicated always made him act like a pre-pubescent girl. "Yay, wine!" Heero snatched the goblet and chugged the wine. It was semi-expensive, so he really should have savored it, but he was the guest of honor at this party, so he could do as he liked. Besides, Heero didn't have much of a taste for wine, much preferring the fruitiness of Booamyie and other fairy drinks.
"Don't drink it too fast," Quatre warned, "or you'll get sick."
"Yeah, yeah," Heero dismissed his brother. "Sick, schmick. I'll be all right."
The clock chimed midnight, and the room started to spin.
"You know, I do feel a little lightheaded."
Quatre grabbed Heero's drink and set it on a nearby table. He reached out a steadying hand to Heero's elbow. "Come on, let's get you out of the crowd."
As Quatre led Heero away—to where, he didn't know—Heero felt eyes on him. He turned to look at the werewolves. Their eyes were glazed over, and they looked feral. A few even growled, but none of them moved to attack.
Quatre brought Heero to the room they shared with Dorothy. Potion bottles filled the room, all the potions Quatre had made since living in the compound, from which they had moved a little over a month ago. Quatre sat Heero down on the bed and went to get a potion.
Heero found himself starting at his brother's ass and licking his lips. He's very sexy, Heero thought, his eyes glazing over.
You love DUO! another part of him shouted.
Yes, but you love Quatre, too, the first part said.
That's true, the second conceded.
Decision made, Heero stood up. He stalked to Quatre and grabbed him from behind. Surprised, Quatre dropped the Drought of Sobriety that he was holding.
Quatre turned in Heero's arms. His pupils dilated, and he had trouble standing.
Their lips met in a clash of teeth and noses, tongues forcing their way into the other's mouth.
Quatre pushed Heero back onto the bed and crawled on top of him. He growled and tore at Heero's shirt. Heero arched as Quatre's lips found his neck, tearing long strips out of Quatre's back with his fingernails.
"Ahh!" Heero groaned, pumping his hips up against Quatre's. "Sit up." Quatre did so, and Heero tore Quatre's shirt up over his head.
They met, naked chest to naked chest, their clothed erections rubbing against one another.
Heero grabbed Quatre and rolled them. He quickly divested them of their pants, and put his mouth to good use.
"Nn!" Quatre screeched as Heero sucked his cock with the strength of a vacuum cleaner.
Heero stopped before Quatre came and grabbed a potion bottle off the bedside table. Luckily, he grabbed a moisturizing potion and not one of the more lethal ones. Heero slicked up Quatre's cock, quickly prepared himself, and impaled himself on Quatre.
"Mmm," they moaned as one. Quatre rolled them over and began pumping into Heero. Their coupling was a frantic affair, Quatre pumping in and out of Heero only a couple of times before spending himself.
After it was over, Quatre pulled out of Heero and lay beside him, pulling Heero up close to him.
***
Heero came out of the memory and stared in horror at Quatre.
"How? What?" He couldn't get out a complete question.
"It was the Lust," Quatre answered. "The next morning, you didn't remember anything, so I took the Memory Potion, and I forgot, too." Quatre moved to hug Heero, but Heero jumped back.
"No. We—I—Don't touch me!" Heero screamed. He turned on his heel and ran out of the room, ignoring the shouts of his classmates.
***
Harry stared at the spot where Heero used to be. "What's his problem?" he asked, confused.
Harry's experience with the potion wasn't completely good, but it wasn't anything that made him want to run hysterically from the room. Or be so mean to his brother.
Whatever happened, Quatre knew what it was.
Quatre sighed. "I'll tell you later." With that, he ran from the room, following Heero.
***
Quatre found Heero in Gryffindor Tower. It wasn't hard—he just used their link, which was stronger than ever since Yule.
Quatre sat down on the bed beside Heero. He raised his hand to rub Heero's back but remembered Heero's words. Don't touch me! Quatre sighed and lay his hand beside Heero. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." Heero's voice hitched.
"Well, I do." Quatre brought his knees up and rested his chin on them. "You know, I wanted to lose my virginity to Daemon." He chuckled. "Guess I can't do that now, can I? Oh, well."
Heero rounded on Quatre and growled at him. "I"m glad you can be so nonchalant about this, Quatre, but I can't. I have to tell my boyfriend, who I love, that I cheated on him with my own brother. I have to tell him that everything he thought was going on was going on! It's going to break his heart."
Quatre's eyes narrowed. "And I have to tell my boyfriend, who I love, that there was someone before him. That all of our plans were for nothing because I'm tainted and unpure!"
Heero let out a sad laugh and crawled into Quatre's lap. "Don't be mad at me. Please." Quatre nodded, and he lay his head on Quatre's shoulder. "How do I tell Duo that we slept together? Our relationship's strained enough as it is. One more thing, and I think he might leave me."
Quatre wrapped his arms around Heero. "Then don't tell him."
"I have to! I can't just not tell him. I've done too much of that. And what do I do when he asks me what I remembered that literally made me flee from the room in general and you in particular? Do I just lie?"
Quatre picked his words carefully. "Tell him that you remembered something involving me, that upset you. Tell him that you don't want to tell him because it'll needlessly upset him, and you don't want to do that. If he loves you half as much as you love him, he'll respect your wish."
Heero laughed. "I'm sure that'll go over real well."
Quatre smiled wistfully. "It'll be okay." His mind wandered back to Daemon. How could he tell his own boyfriend the events? He would understand, Quatre was sure, but it might damage their relationship. Daemon was always uncomfortable about reminders of Quatre's future, and this would shove it right in his face.
"So you love Daemon?" Heero asked, big eyes blinking up at Quatre.
Quatre blushed. "Who knew?" He shrugged, then nodded.
"When did this come about?"
Quatre thought. "I'm not sure. I certainly never meant for it to happen—it just did. It just sort of crept up on me."
Heero turned his head away. "We all have somebody keeping us apart now. Somebody to love."
"Yeah," Quatre said, his thoughts, inevitably, turning back to the future. Unfortunately. Somebody to love, somebody to lose.
***
"Where's Harry?" Dorothy asked amid the flurry. It was Saturday, the day of the Slytherin-Ravenclaw game, and everyone was getting ready to go out to the pitch.
"He went ahead with Ron and Hermione," Heero said, coming down from the boys' dorms. He was more subdued since yesterday. Dorothy knew he and Quatre had remembered something they didn't like, but they wouldn't say what, no matter how hard she tried to make them. She could always order them, but it didn't seem worth it. Yet.
"Are you sure?" Dorothy's eyes narrowed.
Harry had been sly and secretive all week—Dorothy wouldn't put it past him to try and sneak off. She had to admit, she wasa bit more protective than usual, but after what happened, she had a right to be. The Hufflepuffs were still being mean to Harry, having figured out for themselves that he had something to do with Smith's disappearance.
"Yes, we're sure," Quatre said, tromping after Heero. "We saw him leave ourselves."
Dorothy did a scan of the common room, looking for Weasley. If he wasn't here, she would assume they were telling the truth. Dorothy found a shock of red hair, but it was too long and too low to be the boy Weasley.
Dorothy sighed. "I guess you're telling the truth. Come on, let's go."
***
Harry waited until the tower was clear before coming out of the bathroom. He'd hidden there while Heero and Quatre distracted Dorothy.
Dorothy didn't really approve of Harry's relationship with Balor. Harry could sort of see why, though. Balor was eleven years older than him. Of course, Harry had the feeling that Dorothy would disapprove either way. She didn't exactly like Maxwell, either, and she barely tolerated Daemon.
Harry sneaked back to his dorm room—just in case there were any stragglers—and peeled off his clothes. He was going to Haven the bird's way. He Changed into owl form and preened in front of a mirror. He looked a lot like Hedwig like this.
Harry hooted and, picking up the letter to Balor with his talons, flew out the open window.
***
Dorothy pulled her boys along, trying to find Harry. She saw the tall Weasley boy and stalked over to him.
"Where's Harry?" she demanded. She couldn't see him.
"We don't know," Granger said. "He's not with us."
"Yeah," Weasley said. "We figured he was with you."
Dorothy's eyes narrowed, and she turned to Heero and Quatre. "Well, what do you have to say?"
"Well, um..." "We—" They hemmed and hawed, saying nothing, fidgeting all the while and refusing to look at Dorothy.
"Where. Is. Harry?" Dorothy stomped her foot. Heero looked like he was about to stall some more. "NOW."
Heero looked away. "Harry'sinHaven," he sputtered.
Dorothy blinked. "WHAT!"
***
Balor sat at an easel in the Main Portal. He fancied himself an artist and, as such, could be seen about the town, painting various scenes.
His current painting was not a landscape, as usual, but a portrait. It was of Harry, his beloved. The edges of the painting were done in varying slashes of color—green for his eyes and jealousy, blue for the sadness to come, and red for love and Blood. In the center of the painting, Harry sat demurely on nothing. He had multicolored fairy wings sprouting out of his back and an enigmatic smile on his face. Balor loved the painting.
A bird hooted and Balor looked up. There were no birds in Haven. The only creatures who could survive in Haven were Vanuli.
Someone must like flying, Balor mused as the snowy owl circled lower and lower in the sky. The owl dropped something, and Balor picked it up. It had his name on it. Frowning, Balor unrolled the parchment. Thankfully, the words were in Vanulian.
Balor, it's me—the owl, I mean. Go get me some clothes, so I can Change back. Love, Harry.
Balor looked up. "Harry?"
The owl...nodded, for lack of a better word.
"All right, then. Follow me." Balor trooped off to the houses, so he could find Harry a robe.
***
When Harry was dressed, they gave each other a proper welcome.
"Mm," Harry moaned when Balor kissed him. "I missed you."
"Me, too, my love." Balor picked up Harry, wrapping Harry's legs around his waist. He looked around at the empty room. "What do you say we go somewhere more private?"
Harry giggled. "Let's."
***
Harry was nervous. Balor was already naked, adjusting the faucets on the hot tub and moving the various potions around.
"Come on in, Harry," Balor said, sinking into the water. "The water's great."
Harry took off his robe and blushed. He felt so inadequate next to Balor. Balor was a man, and Harry was just a boy. Harry quickly jumped in the water, before Balor could see much of him.
Before Harry knew what was happening, Balor was over top of him, pinning him against the hot tub.
"Er, hi." Harry grinned weakly. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. After all, Balor was big, very big, at least twice the width of Neville's and longer, too. Of course, Balor was in the form of a quarter giant, so it was to be expected.
"Hello, beautiful." Balor nibbled at Harry's neck, his hand on Harry's crotch.
"Ooh, I like that," Harry said, when Balor began sucking on the vein in his neck. Maybe this was a good idea, after all.
***
Harry flew back into Gryffindor Tower, a goofy look on his bird face. He'd just had the best sex of his young life. Balor touched him in all the right places, all the right ways. It was wonderful.
Harry Changed back into a human and began digging in his trunk for pajamas. It was night. The portal had been one of the slow-moving ones, so their sex session had taken all day.
A light came on, and Harry looked up. A Fury Orb. Harry gulped. Dorothy.
"You have been a very bad boy," his Naiyama said. "Now, what am I going to have to. Do. To You?"
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