Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Heero's Pain ( Chapter 49 )

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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: 2x1, Relena/OFC, OMCx4, 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 49: Heero's Pain
"Oh, God. Heero!" Harry cried out, catching his brother as he fell.
The room erupted into chaos. The other students—they had gotten there during the argument—panicked.
"Is he going to be okay?" Lavender cried.
"What's wrong with him?" Seamus asked.
The class crowded around Heero.
"Move BACK!" Dorothy roared, and they parted, letting her get to her boy. She knelt in front of him. He was pale; sweat was pouring off of him. "Quatre, Daemon, get over here."
They hurried to obey.
Dorothy didn't look up. "Daemon, I need you to go to Haven and get the antidote to Bellarmee venom. Get no less than five bottles, and hurry. Heero could die if he doesn't get it soon."
Daemon nodded and Changed into a house elf, his clothes falling to the floor. He teleported away.
"Quatre."
He came to attention.
"I need you to figure out what is in this bottle." She held up the bottle which Heero thought held Bellarmee antivenin. It was cracked, but there were a few drops left in it. Hopefully, it would be enough for analysis.
"Harry."
He tightened his hold on Heero and began shaking his head. "This isn't happening again. It's not."
"Harry, listen to me," Dorothy commanded. Harry continued rocking back and forth, his hold on Heero never loosening. "Heero got better last time, and he will again. Heero is strong—a survivor—and he's lived through much worse than a little poisoning, but if you don't get ahold of yourself, we could lose him."
That seemed to penetrate his mind. He stopped rocking. "What do you need me to do?" he asked, his voice just this side of panic.
"Run to the Hospital Wing and alert Madam Pomfrey. Have her firecall Maddy. I'll be right behind you with Heero."
Harry nodded, handing Heero to Dorothy, and ran off. A few steps from the door, he shook his head and teleported to the Infirmary.
Dorothy looked at the boy in her arms. She smiled lovingly and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "You'll be all right. I command it."
She placed a Lightening Charm on him and lifted him, like a husband taking his bride over the threshold.
Everyone got out of her way without her having to say a word.
"You have to be okay," she whispered.
***
Dorothy and Harry sat by Heero's bed. Heero was in the same one as he was last time. Hopefully, his stay wouldn't be as long this time around.
"He's going to be all right, right?" Harry asked, looking hopefully at Dorothy. He can't die. Not now. I've just barely found him.
"Of course." Dorothy scooted her chair closer to Harry's. She wrapped her arms around him. "By this time next week, this'll all be an unpleasant memory."
Harry sighed, relaxing into his Naiyama's embrace. "I hope so." By now, he was sure, the whole school had figured out that she was Heero's Naiyama, too. It wasn't good, but there was nothing they could do about it. "Has Quatre been able to figure out what was in that bottle?"
It was almost midnight. Quatre had been working all day. Daemon, after delivering the antidote a little after nine a.m., had gone to the Room of Requirement to keep watch on him.
They had Heero in stasis, just in case what was in the bottle was poisonous. It was weird, seeing Heero hooked up to all of Maddy's machines, but hearing no bleeps or blips. Almost like he was dead.
Stop it, Harry!
Dorothy tensed and pulled away from Harry. "He found out." A pause. "It was Kimari."
Harry knew he'd heard of it before, but he couldn't quite place it—probably in Potions class. He didn't pay much attention in there. "What's Kimari?"
"It's a magic drainer. Sort of a liquid Fury Shooter, only the magic doesn't go anywhere. It just dissipates. At first, it's just the surface magic. You can't do the harder spells, then none at all. Next goes your ability to use potions and magical objects. Finally, it affects your magical core. You wouldn't even be able to see Hogwarts, anymore.
"We used it against wizards in the Great War. Laced their water supplies with it, but it didn't work against them. Only on Vanuli. No non-Vanuli knows how to make it."
Harry swallowed. "So that means a Vanuli did this?"
Dorothy nodded. "Yes. A Vanuli—or several—tried to kill us."
"Kill us? Does Kimari kill?" Harry looked over at Heero. His skin was so pale, from the lack of blood flow, probably.
"It's not poisonous, but Bellarmees are."
A light went off in Harry's head. "That was meant for all of us."
"Yes."
"If we'd all taken it..."
"If we'd all taken it, shared it like Vanuli should, we would be dead, or worse—magicless."
Harry wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. "Who would do such a thing?"
"Someone who doesn't want you to defeat Voldemort and Dr. J."
***
Duo lingered outside of the Infirmary, carrying a pass he'd threatened out of Malfoy. If anybody asked, he didn't feel well and was going to see Madam Pomfrey. The real reason, of course, was that he was going to see Heero.
Duo couldn't begin to describe how bad he felt. He was such an ass. Heero was so good to him, but Duo just couldn't seem to trust him.
I hope Catalonia and the others are gone.
They should be, as it was almost one o'clock in the morning. Pomfrey usually threw everybody out at nine.
Duo sneaked into the room, the skills he acquired as a Gundam pilot never waning. He looked around the room, but no one was there.
Someone was lightly snoring in one of the other beds. There must have been a Potions accident. There usually was on Fridays—that was the day the first years had Potions.
Duo came to Heero's old bed. Pomfrey had a tendency to stick people in the same beds visit after visit, so Heero was probably in there.
Duo hesitated before opening the curtain. Did he really want to start down that road again? It hadn't even been two days since the breakup, and already Duo's heart clenched at the thought of Heero.
I love him, Duo thought, and I'll do anything for him, starting now.
Duo quietly opened the curtains and slipped into Heero's "room." Heero was there, but no one else was. Good.
Duo took a seat and grasped Heero's hand. It was cold.
"Hey, 'Ro. How ya been?" Duo brushed Heero's bangs out of his eyes. Heero's breathing was slow and shallow. "I've been better, but I think you win, this time."
Duo moved to sit on the bed. He ran his hand down Heero's chest, stopping at his belly button.
"Hey, do you remember that time during the war, when we were all together? It was after my capture—I remember that. We were at one of Quatre's houses, with some of the Maguanacs. That was the first place I told you I loved you. I still do, with all of my heart.
"Anyway, I was bugging Wufei—I don't remember what I was doing, exactly, but he could probably tell you—and you came out to the hanger. You were going to fix Wing—though he wasn't damaged in the last battle—but you stopped when you saw us arguing. You came over, grabbed me, and kissed me so so hard I saw stars. Of course, you walked away right after, leaving me and Wufei gaping after you."
Duo smiled, remembering. "We were so happy, then, even with the war. What happened to us, 'Ro?"
The curtain was ripped open, and Duo jumped and turned around. Dorothy.
Duo vaguely noted that the snoring had stopped.
"You happened," Dorothy spat, "and I'm not going to let it continue."
***
Dorothy glared icicles at Maxwell. How dare he show up here after what he did? Heero would never have even gotten drunk if it hadn't been for his grief over his and Maxwell's relationship.
"Get out."
Maxwell stood, glaring back. "No."
So, it was a face-off he wanted? Dorothy would be happy to oblige. "I've giving you fifteen seconds to leave before I get very, very angry."
Maxwell scoffed. "What? Am I supposed to be scared?"
"Any intelligent person would be, so I guess, the answer's 'no.' Fifteen."
"Ooh, insulting my intelligence. How juvenile."
"I'll do more than insult your intelligence. I'll break it. Twelve."
"I'm shaking, Dorothy. Truly."
"As you should be. I'm a very scare person. Nine."
"Well, I don't—"
"Eight."
"—think I'll be—"
"Seven."
"—able to go on—"
"Six."
"—like this, you—"
"Five."
"—stupid cunt—"
"Four."
"I'M NOT—"
"Three."
"—LEAVING HERE—"
"Two."
"—UNTIL I TELL HIM THAT—"
"One."
"I love him."
Dorothy gasped at his audacity.
"You love him? You love him?" Dorothy fought back the urge to laugh. Harry was just in the other bed, and Heero had been taken out of stasis and given the antivenin antidote. Either could be woken up easily. It was a miracle they were both still asleep, given Maxwell's yelling. "You sure have a twisted way of showing it, human."
"Just because I'm not always nice doesn't mean it's not true."
" 'Not always nice,' " Dorothy quoted. "You called him a whore, pushed him away—figuratively and literally—and broke up with him in the middle of the Great Hall. And that's just counting the last two days. Do not even make me think of last term, when you completely ignored him, were outright hostile to my baby—"
"Okay, okay, so I'm a horrible boyfriend and a worse person. Don't I deserve a chance to make it up to him?"
"No," Dorothy stated. "This was your chance to make it up to him. You blew it. Now leave, or I'll do to you what I did to Smith." Nobody had to know that Harry's ex was safe and sound, albeit far, far away.
Maxwell gulped. "But I love him."
"I don't care. You don't deserve him, and that's that."
"Dorothy, who're you talking to?"
Dorothy whirled around to spy Harry, in pajamas, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. They narrowed upon seeing Maxwell.
Before she could say or do anything, Harry was stalking across the room. He drew back his arm as far as it would go and let loose, punching Maxwell square in the nose. Maxwell fell over one of the chairs and hit the ground.
Harry stood over him, chest heaving. He trained his wand on Maxwell. "The only reason I don't kill you where you cower is because it would upset Heero. He needs to be calm to heal properly. Leave."
"Fine." Duo huffed. "I know when I'm not wanted. I'll go."
Harry stood aside and let Maxwell walk away. Maxwell got to the curtain and turned back.
"I know neither of you likes me, but Heero loves me. I will get him back. Easily." With that, Maxwell left.
Dorothy rushed to Harry and held him in her arms. "Are you okay, Harry?"
Harry nodded into Dorothy's shoulder, but she could feel him shaking. Whether from sadness or anger, she didn't know.
***
Quatre slaved over a hot cauldron, trying to get the antidote just right, so he could save his brother. Sure, Kimari wouldn't kill him, but it would leave him defenseless. With neither his magic nor his strength, Heero would be helpless to attack. Quatre wouldn't let that happen.
Only, Quatre had never made Mariki—the antidote—before. There was no need, for who would do such a thing as to need it?
Quatre scowled. It was one of the warriors, obviously. They and Quatre's family were the only ones to have access to his trunk, seeing as he'd bought it specifically for Hogwarts. It had never seen the light of Haven.
Of course, that narrowed the list down by a lot. Instead of 8,000 suspects, there were less than 200. Relena and her clan, Morgan, all of Quatre's brothers and sisters, and the warrior Vanuli who showed up to kill Tashpi at her wedding. It obviously wasn't the triplets or Dorothy or Daemon. They wouldn't attack themselves. Relena's family was out, too. All that was left was Morgan's other children, Morgan, and the warriors. Morgan wouldn't do it—she loved her children too much, even if she never saw them. And Quatre's brothers and sisters wouldn't dare do anything to bring out Morgan's wrath. That just left the warriors, which was just too many.
"Dae, will you hand me the bicorn liver?" Quatre asked. When he didn't answer, Quatre turned to his boyfriend.
Daemon lay, sleeping, on one of the tables. His mouth was open, and he was snoring so quietly that Quatre could barely hear it.
Quatre smiled at his boyfriend and yawned. Quatre transfigured some parchment into a blanket and laid it over Daemon. It was rather late. Quatre would go to sleep as soon as the potion was ready to simmer, and not a minute before.
Quatre ran his fingers through Daemon's hair and kissed him on the temple. "Sleep well, Dae."
He turned back to his potion and added the liver.
***
The next night, Duo sneaked into the Infirmary, again. Only this time, he knew Catalonia and Potter weren't there. They were at dinner, complaining—very loudly—at Madam Pomfrey for kicking them out for the duration. Oddly enough, Daemon and Quatre weren't there with them.
Duo, once again, hesitated outside Heero's curtains. Did he really want to see Heero? It would be so easy to scamper off and pretend that everything was all Heero's fault, and that he made himself sick just to get Duo back.
"Come in, if you're coming."
Duo jumped straight out of his skin, he was so startled, but he went in. "Heero, you're..."
"Awake? Alive? Absolutely gorgeous?" Heero asked, cheekily. He looked sick. Well, Duo supposed, he is. He was pale, clammy. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"All three," Duo said. He felt weird—Heero wasn't supposed to be awake. It was so much harder—and easier—when he was awake. He moved to sit on the bed but changed his mind. He settled into the chair he'd been in last night. "How are you?"
Heero pushed himself up. "Why are you here, Duo?" he asked, wearily.
"I-I wanted to see you."
"Of course. You want to see me, now that I'm sick." Heero pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know, Duo, I can't take this yo-yoing anymore. Either you want to be with me or you don't. If you're just here because you feel guilty, you can leave."
Duo grabbed Heero's hand—the one without the I.V.—and jumped up. "I don't feel guilty. . . Well, maybe a little, but that's not why I'm here. I want to be with you, Heero. I love you. I—"
"For how long, Duo?" Heero challenged. "How long will you love me because you're so afraid of losing me? Until the next time you're reminded of what I did to you? Until the next time I make a mistake? Until the next bloody full moon? When, Duo? When will you forgive me?" Heero wrenched his hand away and turned to look at the curtain.
Duo didn't know how to answer that. "I will love you until the end of time. As for how long I'll show it, I don't know."
"That's not good enough." Heero sighed. "I heard everything you said last night."
Duo blushed. "I didn't—you weren't—"
"I know," Heero said. "I do remember, though. Do you remember later that day? We were inside the house; our Gundams were fixed. You said something to Wufei, and he got mad. He pulled out his wand and tried to hex you, but you held up a mirror, and it ricocheted off."
"And hit you."
Heero nodded. "It wasn't bad, just a Jelly-Legs Jinx, but it interfered with my wards.
"I took my pills, but they didn't help any. I even had a seizure or two. Finally, Quatre had to come and give me my shot. By then, I was too weak to move."
"Quatre said you had the flu and wouldn't let any of us see you. He said, as the only with who had his flu shot, he would take care of you, because he didn't want any more pilots out of commission. He was very scary that day."
Heero smiled. "He's scary a lot of days, but that's what makes him Quatre."
Duo chuckled and rubbed Heero's thigh.
"Don't." Heero removed Duo's hand.
Duo sighed. "Heero, I'm trying here, okay? I want to be with you. Why can't you just accept that?"
Heero shook his head. "The same reason you can't accept me. We've hurt each other too much. We just need some time apart."
"We don't have any time!" Duo exclaimed. He lowered his voice. "In less than two month, you're going to leave me. For good, this time. I want to be with you as much as possible beforehand."
"Then, why—" Heero's voice broke. "They, why did you break up with me? You didn't even let me explain! You pushed me away and called me a whore. But I'm not a whore! Not anymore." He whispered the last bit, obviously not meaning for Duo to hear it.
Duo let it go, for now. Once he and Heero were good, Duo would drag it out of him.
"I was angry," Duo said. "I was afraid you wanted Quatre more than me. I wanted to hurt you. Other reasons."
Heero looked down. "Can you promise not to do it again?"
"No," Duo whispered.
"Then, I can't take you back." Heero reached out and squeezed Duo's hand before letting go. "Leave, Duo. Please."
The curtain ruffled. "Yes, Duo, run away."
Duo looked back. It was Quatre. Duo looked through him. He was unimportant. Only Heero mattered.
Duo turned back to Heero. "Can I kiss you?"
Heero nodded. "Yes."
Duo leaned down. He lifted Heero's chin, so their eyes met. Duo softly brushed his lips against Heero's. Heero's mouth opened, and Duo swept his tongue into it, memorizing it. He might never do this again. Finally, Duo pulled away. He rubbed his palm over Heero's hand. "Good night, 'Ro."
"I love you," Heero said quietly.
Duo nodded and left.
***
Quatre stared at Duo's retreating back. He couldn't believe it. Heero had actually turned him down!
Quatre shook his head and turned back to his brother. "I come bearing potion," he said, cheerfully. He held up the bright green, steaming vial.
"What? Oh, good," Heero said, coming back from whatever it was he was thinking. "What is it? Another magic restorative?"
Quatre shook his head. "It's the magic restorative. It's Mariki, the antidote to Kimari. Take this, and you'll be right as rain in no time." He handed the potion to Heero.
Heero took it in both hands. He blew on it before downing it in one swallow. "Not bad," he said. "Tastes like cinnamon tea."
Quatre smiled. "How do you feel?"
"No different." Heero put the vial on the bedside table. "How did you manage to sneak past Madam Pomfrey and Maddy?"
Quatre laughed. "I didn't. They tried to stop me, so I chewed them out for it. After all, I've been making this antidote for over a day."
"What about Harry and—"
"They're on their way. I told Harry through this." He tapped his temple. "Daemon's waiting outside—I couldn't get him in, but I'm sure Dorothy will be able to."
Quatre moved to sit down, but Heero grabbed his wrist.
"Quat, before they get here, I need to tell you about my vision," Heero said. "They were coming to Haven. J's people were everywhere. They got Balor—"
"Heero, it was just a—"
"Quatre, they killed the queen—"
"—hallucination. The Bellarmees caused you to see things. That was all."
Heero grabbed Quatre and shook him, almost falling out of the bed. "Quatre, she was Unfused. J Unfused the queen and killed her!"
Quatre sighed. "You know as well as I do that Bellarmees make you see things when eaten without the antivenin. These things you saw—what you thought you saw—no matter how real they felt, they weren't. They were hallucinations, honey."
"But it felt exactly like a vision." Heero looked lost.
Quatre embraced his brother. "I know, but nothing bad is going to happen to Haven. Only Vanuli can survive there, remember?"
Quietly, Quatre's inner conscious was screaming, What if I'm wrong?


Selune