Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Joining Visions ( Chapter 51 )

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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 51: Joining Visions
“It’s gone,” Lavender mumbled, sitting in the corner. “I can’t feel it anymore.”
Harry didn’t know what Lavender and everybody else--even Dorothy--were talking about. If anything, his magic had gotten stronger, more vibrant. Almost as if he had theirs.
Oh.
Harry turned to his brothers, who were staring at the others. “What just happened?”
Quatre said. “I think--”
“We did it!” Heero looked like he wanted to float away. Harry put a hand on Heero’s shoulder--just in case.
“Are we--are we sure?” Harry asked. Was this really what happened when they did this? And--more importantly--could they do it again? On command?
“I Saw three visions.” Quatre nervously twirled his wand. “Two of them weren’t mine.”
Heero nodded. “For me, too.”
Harry sighed. He’d Seen it, too. “What should--”
“Harry!” Dorothy cried out as Seamus shot across the room, heading for the trapdoor. “Lock us in!”
“What? Why?” Harry yelled. He reached for his wand, but Quatre was quicker.
“Alaria!” Quatre yelled the Vanuli word for “lock,” and a huge padlock appeared on the trapdoor.
Ignoring it, Seamus still ran for the door. He hit a barrier and was thrown back into the other students.
“We have to keep everybody in here until you fix this,” Dorothy said, right beside Harry.
Harry jumped--when did she get there?--and turned to face her. “Fix it? How?”
“We need to give everybody back their magic and possibly Obliviate them,” Quatre said. “We can’t risk it getting back to J and Voldemort that we can join visions.”
“Yeah,” Heero agreed. “It would completely ruin the surprise.” He grinned.
Harry was forced to join him, smiling like a loon.
“This, of course, means that we have to give up this extra power.” Quatre said.
“Guys?” Ron made his way over to Harry. “What’s going on? It’s just that everybody’s freaked out, and Trelawny’s gibbering like a crazy person, and you guys seem to be so calm.”
There was really no point in telling him. After all, he was just going to forget it in a few minutes. Harry told him, anyway--Ron was his best friend, and Harry couldn’t refuse him anything. “We joined a vision.”
Ron did a double take. Harry almost fell over laughing, but he was able to restrain himself. Harry thought he might be becoming hysterical.
“But that’s impossible!”
“Not, apparently, for Vanuli triplets,” Harry said.
“Shh,” Ron whispered. “The others might hear you. They could--oh. You’re going to Obliviate us, aren’t you?”
No one could accuse Ron of being stupid. Well, they could--and did--but they were wrong. “Yes.”
“Bloody Hell, Harry,” Ron swore. He waffled for a moment. “Oh, all right. I won’t complain. I know you can’t let it get out how powerful you are.”
Amazing. Two examples of Ron’s intelligence in one day.
“Exactly,” Dorothy said, taking charge again. “Now, we need to get the magic back to all of these people. I suggest you give me mine, Stupefy everyone else, and get it all sorted from there.”
Harry protested. “But that’s not--”
“Okay,” Quatre agreed.
“I’m fine with that,” Heero said.
Harry threw up his hands, knowing he was beaten. “Fine. At least there’’s cushions everywhere.”
It took the triplets a few minutes to figure out who had Dorothy’s magic, eventually finding that they all had equal amounts of it. They decided to take turns giving it back.
“Stupefy!” Harry yelled, hitting Trelawny in the back of the head. The students tried to run, but they had nowhere to go. “Stupefy! Stupefy!” Lavender and Parvati wilted like flowers
In a matter of moments, everybody--except Ron and the Vanuli--was Stupefied. Harry heard Heero cast a Lasting Charm on the room. It would only extend the spell for an hour or so, but they could always cast it again--Trelawny had a planning period after their class, so no students would be coming up.
Quatre was finished with Dorothy, so Harry went to her. It was difficult finding her magic again, but he did. The magic screamed “Dorothy”--literally. When he touched it with his mind, he got flashes of his memories with her.
Harry carefully funneled that magic--and only that magic--into a Fury Orb. He sent it to Dorothy, and her body absorbed it.
After Harry was done, Heero did the same thing. They did the same thing for their peers. Then, it was time for the humans to be woken up and Obliviated.
***
Lunchtime found Duo, Wufei, and Trowa in the library. Duo had an essay due in Potions that afternoon that he wanted to correct, and Trowa had one due in Herbology tomorrow. Wufei was, as usual, caught up.
That wasn’t why they were there, though. By now, it was common knowledge that all of the Gryffindors except Granger skipped out on Double Transfigurations to stay up there with that old quack in the Divinations Tower. It was also common knowledge that none of them could remember what they did for the entirety of the three and a half hours they spent there.
“I bet it was Longbottom,” Trowa said, quietly. “He’s clumsier than a drunk baby deer. I bet he dropped something in his Prophecy Potion that made it explode.” He shuddered.
Duo patted Trowa on the shoulder. Trowa had to work with Longbottom in Potions, once. He never quite got over it.
“I bet it was Heero and Potter,” Wufei said. “Quatre and Catalonia, too, probably.”
“Why do you say that?” Duo asked, interested.
Surprisingly, Wufei could be quite the gossip. He, Brown, and the Gryffindor Patil twin were in competition for the title of Hogwart’s Biggest Gossip, even though most people would never suspect it from Wufei. He was smart about his gossiping--and as sneaky as a Slytherin.
“Yeah. I heard Padma telling Su that Patil and Brown overheard Heero and Potter talking about extra ‘tutoring’ that they’re getting from Professor Lupin, only it’s not tutoring in Defense. They’re trying to jump visions."
“But doesn’t that mean--” Trowa began.
“That they need three people?” Wufei finished. “Yes. My guess is Catalonia or Quatre--especially Quatre. The three of them are brothers--Heero and Potter are twins--so their powers are more closely linked than Catalonia’’s. Catalonia’s a Warrior Vanuli, and they’re Nobles. . .”
Duo let his mind wander as Wufei prattled on. For the information he had, Wufei had a very plausible theory. Only problem was, he was completely wrong. Heero, Harry, and Quatre were triplets, not twins, and they’d mastered jumping visions months ago. Of course, Wufei was rarely wrong, so that could only mean--
Duo jumped from his seat. “I--need a book,” Duo said at Trowa’s and Wufei’s weird looks. “For my essay.” He headed towards the Potions section, to think.
This could only mean that they managed to join a vision, Duo thought. But why would they Obliviate everyone? Duo was only too familiar with the strength of the Vanuli’s Obliviates. He still couldn’t remember an apparently amazing lap dance. Why wouldn’t they want everyone to know? The only reason I can think of is--
Duo slid to the floor. It must have been powerful. He put his head in his hands. I can’t believe Heero would--How can Quatre--How can Dorothy let them do this? They’ll be vulnerable for at least five minutes, long enough for J and You-Know-Who to kill them, deliver their bodies--in pieces--back to Hogwarts, and sit down for tea and cookies afterward! They’re idiots, and they’re going to die.
Duo felt himself start to hyperventilate and forced himself to take deep breaths. When he was calm, he walked back over to that table.
“Didn’t find it?” Wufei asked.
“What? Oh--I decided against using it,” Duo said. “I wouldn’’t want my paper to be as long as Granger’s--Snape might take off points out of pure spite.”
Wufei laughed, but Trowa only smiled. Wufei had an unfriendly competition going on with Granger--at least, to Wufei, they were. Granger never seemed to bother much with Wufei. If Duo didn’t know better (and really, he didn’t), he would swear that Wufei had a crush on the girl. Too bad she was dating Weasley.
“So what were you saying about Heero before I left?” Duo asked. Maybe Wufei had some more insights.
Wufei and Trowa groaned.
“I can’t help it if I’m slightly interested in what Heero does,” Duo protested.
“Slightly?” Trowa drawled.
“Yes. Slightly,” Duo said.
Trowa just shook his head and looked down at his book.
***
"The packages are on their way, my Lords," Gamma-14 said, bowing low to J and Voldemort.
J and Voldemort sat on thrones in the middle of a big banquet hall in an enormous house just outside of London. J thought the thrones were a bit much, but as Voldemort was—currently—the senior partner in this little enterprise, J would allow him this luxury.
Soon, though, they would be equals again, and with J's extra years of living experience, he would have seniority.
Dr. J felt Voldemort's eyes on him, and he turned to meet them.
"What, exactly, do you plan for the girl to do?" Voldemort asked.
"Omega-2 will 'out' the triplets, so to speak," Dr. J said. "She will cause a scene in a public place that makes sure everybody knows that Quatre and Heero are terrorists and that the three of them are triplets. If she lets out that they're working with werewolves and vampires, so much the better."
"And what will this accomplish?" Voldemort said.
"The public has turned their backs on Harry before. I'm hoping that, in light of these unsavory behaviors, the triplets will once again be out of favor, thus causing them pain. My boys are emotional, and this may cause them to do something stupid."
"Like rush off to save the day, with us ready and waiting for them?" Voldemort smiled, and it was a hideous sight.
J just nodded.
***
Dr. J sighed as he sank into his chair, glad to be back at his own base. Now, he could spend his time on important matters, like trying to become Voldemort's equal, again.
Right on time, Beta-6 knocked on the door, and J bade him to enter.
"My lord, you wished to see me?" Heero Yuy II kept his head bowed, his eyes averted.
"What did I tell you to call me in private?" J said. "And look at me. That gets annoying."
"Yes, Wielder." Beta-6 looked up, and J met his brilliant blue eyes.
"Good." J ruffled around in his filing cabinet, easily finding the folder he was looking for. "I trust you've familiarized yourself with the mission's objectives."
Beta-6 nodded. Of course, he had. He was J's best weapon, now that Omega-12-c had defected. J thought wistfully of the youngest Heero Yuy. For a few, short years, he had truly been a perfect weapon.
"Alphas-1 and -3 will accompany me to Hogwarts on the fourteenth, where we will attempt to seize Omega-12-c, alias Heero Yuy III, alias Imela LeFey. Barring that, I am to extract a vial-full of blood from said target and bring it back to you."
J supposed a smile—it wouldn't do to scare Beta-6. "Do you know why I need the blood?"
"I have no need to know, unless you wish it, Wielder." A perfect answer.
"Good. You are dismissed."
Beta-6 nodded and marched from the room.
J turned his attention back to a more immediate matter—Omega-2 and her reconditioning. After Omega-12-c defected and Omega-1 left for Hogwarts, J attempted to recondition (i.e. brainwash) his remaining weapons into accepting him more fully, thus making them accept his alliance with Voldemort. It was not successful on many of them, and they had to be killed. The ones who survived were outfitted with backup conditioning, in case they ever fell into the hands of an enemy who knew ho to reverse the conditioning (like Omega-12-c). A code phrase—heard or read—would bring all of J's training back to the forefront of their minds.
J planned on using this to bring Kayla back to him and using her to hurt the Omega-12s.
***
"Heero, wait up!" Duo called as Potions let out.
Heero was nearing the door with his family, but he stopped at Duo's words.
"Can I talk to you?" Duo grabbed Heero's arm, before hastily letting go when he flinched.
Heero nodded. "Yes. I assume you want privacy." Duo nodded, and Heero turned to Dorothy. "You guys can go on. I'll make Duo take me back to the Tower."
Dorothy frowned but nodded. "All right. Call for me if you need me, and I'll be right there." She rounded on Duo. "And you—if you hurt him, I'll have your balls in a jar above my bed."
Duo gulped. He had no doubt as to the sincerity of her words. "I'll be good."
They left, leaving Duo and Heero alone in the classroom. Even Snape was gone.
"Is this private enough, or should we go somewhere else?" Heero asked, looking up at Duo.
Duo met Heero's eyes, and his breath caught in his throat. Heero was beautiful. "This, uh, should be fine," Duo said a moment later. He cast a Privacy Spell around them, so nobody could hear their conversation. Those were easily broken, though, so he layered a Garble Charm on top of that. Even if someone managed to break through the first spell, he wouldn't be able to understand what they were saying. On top of that, Duo decided to speak in Japanese.
"I know what you're doing," Duo said.
Heero looked surprised at the choice of language, but quickly caught himself. "What are you talking about?"
"Earlier today, you, Potter, and Quatre joined a vision. Something powerful must have happened, and now you're planning to use it against J and You-Know-Who. Wufei figured it out—well, not quite. He thought you jumped a vision, and the Dark Lord never even entered his mind."
Heero's face grew grayer and grayer as Duo talked. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Duo grabbed both of Heero's lower arms, reveling in Heero's touch. Even though he had no right to. "I know you do. I just—I wanted to talk to you about it, to see if your idea is as stupid as the one I came up with."
Heero drew his arms away from Duo and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Duo," he said slowly, drawing out Duo's name. He sighed. "I really don't want to talk about this with you. You have—you have no right," He said with conviction—and a tiny bit of anger.
"I know I don't, " Duo admitted, "but I ca—I love you." Heero drew back further, shock plastered on his face. Duo had to get it off, somehow. "I know I don't say it a lot, and I knowI don't act it, but I do."
Heero's eyes were like ice. "Is that what this is about? A little concern, a few nice words, and bam, I'm back in your bed?"
Duo shook his head. "No. This—I'm worried about you." Duo caressed Heero's cheek. Heero didn't step away. "Of course, I miss you, but I've resigned myself to never getting you back."
'Then, what is this about?"
Duo dropped his hand. "I told you—your safety. If your plan is what I think it is—and I know how you think about battles, at the very least—then it's very stupid. I mean, how do you plan to protect yourselves?"
Heero didn't look surprised. "A minor detail. We'll figure it out, later."
"You only have a month!" Duo was appalled at Heero's continued lack of concern for his own safety, but Duo knew how to make him care. "Think of your brothers. You would never be able to forgive yourself if something happened to them."
"As long as I am alive, my brothers cannot die," Heero said. "We share a soul; we are connected on a level that transcends death. As long as one of us lives, the other two will return from death, unless our bodies are destroyed beyond repair. It is the reason that Harry survived the Killing Curse. It is the reason that I have come back from death's grip seventeen times. Nothing can kill us, unless it hits us all at once."
Duo was shocked—how could this be true? He shook his head. "And J knows this."
Heero blinked. "Well, yes, I suppose."
"Don't you think he'll use that to his advantage and have something waiting for you?"
"Not if we surprised him," Heero said. "Harry's always waited for Voldemort to come after him. This time, we're going after them.
"Besides," Heero continued, "we'll be Fused by then. A few piddling spells thrown by a couple of Dark Lords won't do anything against our natural defenses."
"You'll be Fused?" Duo hated the word. Foul, vial thing. It was the only thing holding Duo back from gathering Heero in his arms and smothering him in kisses. That, and Heero might actually slap him for it.
"Yes. We decided earlier. It'll give us a much needed power boost."
Duo closed his eyes. "I still think it's a bad plan."
"What would you rather me do, Duo? Run? Flee? It's the only plan we've got! There is nothing else to do!"
Duo got in Heero's face. "Of course, I want you to run away! There are two madmen out for your blood, and. They. Will. Kill. You! I want you to flee back to Haven, where they can never get you! I would rather you Fuse with and fuck your brothers for the next 500 years than see you go against J and You-Know-Who!"
"And I would rather fight and die than run away and leave you at their mercy!" Heero screamed. "I love you, you bastard, and I'll not leave you here to be killed by them!" Heero gasped, bringing his hand up to his mouth. He turned to leave the room, but Duo caught him by the waist.
"Let me go," Heero said.
Duo ignored him. "You're doing this for me?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk about it. Let me go." Heero didn't struggle against Duo.
"Just tell me. Please."
Heero shook his head. "No. Yes. I don't know. When I think of them surviving, all I can think of is you dying.
"It doesn't matter, anyway. Voldemort is Vanuli. Not even Haven is safe anymore."
Heero tried to break free, and Duo let him. Before, Duo never would have been able to hold Heero, if he didn't want to be held. So much had changed since the war.
Heero walked away, but Duo grabbed his hand, loose enough that Heero could break free, if he wanted. "Please, think of another way." He drew his body flush against Heero's. "Please." Heero lay his head on Duo's chest, and Duo's breath hitched.
"This is the best way." He looked up at Duo. "The only way."
Impulsively, Duo leaned down and kissed Heero. Amazingly, Heero kissed back, bringing his arms around Duo's neck. Duo put his hands on Heero's waist.
After a few minutes, Duo reluctantly pulled away.
"So," Heero said.
"So."
"I'll see you in class tomorrow." This time, Heero made it out the door.
Duo smiled. It faded as he remembered Dorothy's threat. "Wait!" he called out in English. "I have to walk you back, or Dorothy'll kill me!"
***
Kayla sat at the dinner table, eating her chicken and pretending not to listen to the conversations around her.
"So Lavender says that she doesn't remember anything," Hannah said to Susan.
"What do you think happened?" Megan Jones, their other roommate, asked.
"It had to be Potter," Ernie said. "It always is."
Susan shook her head. "I don't think so. At least, not just him."
"Yeah," Justin said, agreeing with his girlfriend. "Yuy, Winner, and Catalonia were in there, too."
"They give me the creeps," Hannah said. "My aunt says that Vanuli are monsters. Did you know that they can change into whatever animal they want to? They don't even really look human!"
Kayla growled. How dare Hannah talk about Vanuli! Heero and Daemon were Vanuli, but they were her brothers! "I suggest you shut it, before you say something you regret," she warned.
Hannah scoffed, but her eyes were afraid. All the girls had learned to be wary of Kayla. "Why do you care?"
"I've loved exactly eleven people in my entire life. Nine of them are dead. Heero and Daemon are the other two. Talk about Potter, Winner, and Catalonia if you want, but I won't like it if you talk about them."
"Okay," Hannah said, and she changed the subject.
Kayla tuned them out, patently ignoring Ernie's, "If you love them so much, how come you never hang out with them?" Well, she didn't punch him in the face for it, but she far from ignored it.
Why had she defended Heero and Daemon? Sure, they broke her conditioning, but it was like they forgot her afterwards. She's been at Hogwarts for weeks, and neither of them had said a word to her, yet.
Kayla's thoughts were interrupted when a large, tawny owl swooped down and landed on her shoulder, an envelope in its beak. Another owl dropped a small package in her lap.
Who would be sending me mail? I never get mail. Especially not at six o'clock at night!
She decided to open the envelope first. Maybe it explained what was in the package.
She read the letter and felt something inside of her change. She smirked. Omega-2 was back.


Selune