Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Peace, Love, and Family: The Story of the Vanuli Three ❯ Werewolves ( Chapter 53 )
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By: Selune 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Fantasy / Drama / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.23.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 241 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Fantasy / Drama / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.23.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 241 | Status: Work In Progress
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 53: Werewolves
February 10, AC 198 Monday J's England Base
"Thank you," J said to his Death Eater spy. "You may leave."
Silverman bowed and quickly left.
Apparently, Voldemort had decided that J's efforts to unsettle the triplets were insufficient and had decided to do something about it himself. Which was exactly what J was expecting, and exactly what he wanted. Why use my army, when I can use his?
Plus, it was a perfect opportunity to retrieve Heero.
J pressed his intercom to the upper level living quarters. "Beta-6, report to my office to discuss the details of your mission."
***
Kayla was dead. It had been five days, and it was all Heero could think of at every meal. He looked over at the Hufflepuff table, as if to see her sitting there, as usual, ignoring the conversations of her peers.
Harry laid a hand on Heero's shoulder. "It's not your fault, 'Ro. You couldn't have known."
Heero nodded, but he didn't believe it. It was his fault. He ignored her, and she went back to J. Maybe Heero never turned her from him in the first place.
"You can't think like that," Quatre said. Heero turned his head, sharply, and Quatre looked sheepish. "Sorry. I was peaking."
Heero sighed. "If I had been there for her—"
"Nothing different would have happened," Daemon said. He had taken to sitting with them since it happened, glaring, with Dorothy, at all who dared to approach with. It was getting tiresome—but then again, so was the alternating hero worship and loathing of those they helped or hurt during the war.
"Well, changing the subject," Harry said, with a a false brightness. Heero knew this was hard on him—people were lumping him in with the soldiers. He was guilty just by being related to them! Remarkably, very few people had mentioned Kayla's other announcement. "Dorothy, you said I could go see Balor on Friday."
Dorothy wiped her mouth and set her napkin in her lap. "I believe I said maybe."
"But it's Valentine's Day," Harry protested. "You have to let me go."
"I don't have to do anything." She switched to Vanulian. "In case you've forgotten, Dr. J just made a move a couple of days ago. As none of us were hurt in the process, I question his motive for the display and expect him or Voldemort to do something bigger in the next few days. If they do before Friday, and we all survive, I would be happy to accompany you to Haven, provided that Daemon will watch and protect Heero and Quatre while we are there."
"Fine," Harry snarled in English. He pushed back from the table. "I'll just go on to Double Divinations, then. Maybe I'll be able to See him there." He stalked away.
Heero sighed. Everything was so tense, now. The waiting for J's next move was almost unbearable. Most of Harry's friends had accused him of being dark. All but a handful had turned on him. It was no wonder Harry was acting a little bit pissy and wanting to see one of the only people outside of their circle who didn't think Harry was going to end up as the next Voldemort. Still, it was dangerous at Hogwarts, nowadays, and none of them could afford to be alone. "I'll go with him."
His eyes met Dorothy's. "Thank you," she said, and Heero ran from the table.
Heero hurried to catch up with Harry. When he was about halfway there, already out of the hall, hands grabbed him and pulled him into another corridor.
"Hey! What the—" The hands released Heero, and he turned, coming face to face with, "Duo."
"We need to talk," Duo said.
"Can't it wait? I need to catch up to Harry."
Duo caught Heero's hand. "Please?" he asked. "Potter's a big boy. I'm sure he'll be fine on his own for a few minutes. Besides, can't you use that telepathy thing to ask him how he is?"
Heero started. "How did you know about that?"
"Wufei told me. He looked it up when he found out that you and Harry were twins. He's just flabbergasted that you're triplets, instead."
"The miracles of modern science," Heero muttered. "So. You wanted to talk?"
Duo nodded and put his hands on Heero's upper arms. He looked into Heero's eyes. It was all very romantic. Heero had a sneaking suspicion that it was supposed to be. "I love you, Heero Yuy." Duo smiled. "You were right, the other day, about me wanted to get back together with you. I do. Desperately.
"I can't promise the future, but neither can you. I don't know how I'm going to feel years from now, but I do know how I feel now. I love you," Duo repeated. "I can't promise that I won't be an ass sometimes, but you have permission to slap me whenever I am. What I'm trying to say is, will you be my boyfriend again?"
Heero beamed. He would never have thought, at the beginning of the school year, that he would be here, with Duo saying such nice things. Maybe he should have been playing hard to get the entire time. He put his arms around Duo's neck and coaxed his head down. Their lips met in a mashing of teeth. Heero turned his Gift on, and let the feelings of pleasure drown them.
Heero pulled back, resting his forehead against Duo's. "Yes," he said. "Of course."
Clapping came from the main hallway, and Heero turned in Duo's arms to see Harry.
"Harry?" he asked. "Why are you here?"
"Quatre told me you were following me, so when I didn't see you after a few minutes, I got worried and doubled back," he explained. "I guess I shouldn't have bothered."
***
Later that night, Heero lay in his bed. They'd cleared it off, so he could be comfortable while controlling his puppies. After all, it was the full moon, and Heero needed a place to rest where he wouldn't disturb the others, in case they wanted to go to bed. Quatre had put up a Sound Dampening Charm, as usual, so he could scream and howl to his heart's content.
Heero was looking forward to dark. After what happened today, he needed the sensation of running he got when he had a tight reign on Roun and, through him, the rest of the pack.
Heero couldn't believe his luck. Duo wanted him back! They were a couple again. Now, if only Heero could keep him.
All thoughts but one fled as the sun went down and the moon rose. Run.
***
Nott Apparated into Hogsmeade; Bellatrix, Crabbe, Goyle, and a dozen others not far behind him. It was well into the night, and all the shops were closed. Everyone was in his or her home, the shutters closed, as if that measure alone would ward off a Death Eater attack. Luckily for the residents, they were not the victims of tonight's mission.
Nott gave the signal, and the group moved as one into the Forbidden Forest. Due to some good intelligence—and a smart wereleopard with a nose for betrayal and money—they knew the approximate location of the wolves den. They wouldn't have to spend all night looking for it, so they would have more time to enjoy their work.
The Death Eaters were wearing an invention of the Dark Lord's new associate. Of course, J wasn't aware that Stedman Silverman was a double agent and had appropriated them upon his last visit. The invention—called an Unlocater—made the wearer invisible and scentless. It was about the size of five snitches packed tightly together and was worn attached to the chest, free of the cumbersome nature of Invisibility Cloaks. Of course, it did nothing to waylay tracking spells, and magical eyes and eyeglasses could see through the shield of invisibility.
"Awooo!" The sound penetrated through Nott's mind and chilled him. He pulled his cloak tighter around himself, and took off east, toward the sound.
***
Roun ran at the head of the pack, chasing the deer that would be their dinner. "Awooo!" he called out in elation, when he and Derrick attacked and felled the deer.
Roun took his share and trotted off to the side. As leader of the pack, he got the biggest and best portions.
As Roun bit into his food, he got the feeling that something was wrong. It was too quiet. Roun could hear the sounds of his pack feeding, and that was it. Even with his mostly human mind—Heero was getting better at this—his wolf ears should have picked up more than that.
Wait. There was a rustling sound coming from behind that tree over there.
Roun went to investigate, growling a warning to his pack. Lindsey and Aaron flanked him, backing him up, should he need it.
He sniffed the tree. It smelled faintly of human. There was a human in the Forbidden Forest on the night of the full moon? Lucky for them that Heero controlled the pack's more beastly urges, or they'd be dead meat.
Roun looked up and came eye to eye with. . .nothing.
Roun heard another rustle and growled, his tail flattening. He howled to his packmates, trying to warn them of impending danger.
Then, the hexes started, and Roun ran away.
***
Heero wasn't sure what to do. Invisible Death Eaters—or J's men, or somebody—were attacking his puppies, and he couldn't save them. Leaving this bed and losing focus on Roun could cause the wolves to lose their minds, thus destroying the only advantage they had—their intelligence. And everybody else was at dinner, so he couldn't get somebody else to rescue his puppies.
Who were headed straight for the school. The wolves were passing by Hagrid's hut now, being herded by several Death Eaters with spells that, oddly enough, only every hit Roun.
His eyes wide, Heero figured out what they were trying to do.
No, he thought. They can't. They won't. They have children here, too.
The front door was spelled open, and the werewolves ran in. They were headed straight for the Great Hall.
I can't let this happen!
With great care to stay focussed on Roun, Heero teleported to the Great Hall. He sighed in relief. The wolves hadn't been let in, yet.
A Hufflepuff boy strode to the door. He put his hand on the door.
"Don't open that door!" Heero yelled. They body didn't hear and, opening it, the wolves were let in.
The screaming started from the Slytherin table, as the werewolves ran past them.
Heero searched, but he couldn't find Roun among the pack. His concentration was waning, and Heero could see the effects on the wolves. He doubled his focus and found Roun.
He was on the steps out front. The Death Eaters were hexing him with Cruciatus. Heero saw red. He teleported outside and grabbed Roun.
Without a spare thought for the Death Eaters, Heero teleported to the Room of Requirment. Hopefully, no one was in there, and it would become a hospital of sorts. Roun badly needed the care, but Heero didn't dare try to take Roun to the Hospital Wing. Werewolves were not the most liked creatures, especially on the full moon.
Heero gently lay Roun down and prowled in front of the wall three times. No door showed. Someone must be in there, then. Heero didn't care. He drew up all of his energy and laid his hands on the door. "Open," he commanded, and the door showed up.
Heero helped Roun up. Somewhere between the front steps and here, Roun had changed back to human form. The moon must have gone behind a cloud. Heero put his arm around Roun and maneuvered him into the room.
It was cozy, a bedroom. It wasn't exactly what they needed, but it would do.
"Heero?"
Heero looked to the voice. "Dean?" Dean was holding a mirror. There were screams coming from it. It was like Harry's mirror that Sirius gave him, Heero figured, and it was showing Dean the Great Hall. Either that, or it played Muggle movies. Heero was betting on the former.
"He's a werewolf, isn't he?" Dean asked, a tremor in his voice.
"Yes," Heero answered. "He needs help. Please, don't tell. They'll kill him. You know they will."
"I won't help you hide him," Dean said, going for the door. "He's a vicious animal, and—"
"And if he dies, so do a lot of other people."
Dean stopped. "What do you mean?"
"Those wolves in the Great Hall are his pack. He controls them. If he dies, no one controls them, and we'll have thirty blood-thirsty werewolves in the midst of a whole lot of children."
Dean backed away from the door. "What do you need me to do?"
***
"What's going on?" Harry asked Dorothy. "Why did Heero teleport in and out of here? Why are there werewolves in the school? And where is Heero?"
Dorothy rubbed the back of his head. "Heero's in the Room of Requirement, trying to save Roun. Death Eaters let them in. And he was trying to warn us."
The werewolves were just a bunch of naked people, now. They seemed confused and embarrassed. Dorothy could see Professor Lupin, bright red from head to toe. Harry took off his robe and went to hand it to Professor Lupin. Dorothy and the others followed.
"How did you get in here?" Harry asked. "Why aren't you in the Forbidden Forest?"
Professor Lupin took the offered robe and put it on. "Death Eaters attacked us. They were attacking—oh, Merlin, we have to get everyone out of here!"
"Remus, Remus, calm down! What's going on?" Harry said.
Professor Lupin opened his mouth to speak, but a howl came out.
Dorothy stepped between Lupin and her Niamos. "Stand back. He's shifting."
***
"We're losing him!" Heero screamed. He pressed down on Roun's chest, as Roun shifted back to wolf form. Heero was losing focus, and Roun was becoming more wolf-like as the seconds ticked by. The others would be even worse off, once Heero factored in Roun's pain and the effect it would have on his ability to control his pack.
"We need to get him to Pomfrey," Dean said from across the room.
Heero nodded. "You're right. Run and tell her I'm coming."
Dean ran out of the room without a look back.
"Okay, Roun, we can do this." Heero knew he only had about one teleport left before he wore himself out completely. The journey might kill Roun, but he would bleed out before Heero could them them to the Infirmary by foot. Heero had used his Flesh to heal most of Roun's wounds, but one refused to stay closed. Heero grabbed the whimpering wolf in his arms and teleported them to Madam Pomfrey.
Pomfrey bustled into the room. "What is—oh, my."
Heero looked down at the limp body in his arms. "Oh, no. No. No!"
Roun was gone, and with him, Heero's power over the wolves.
***
"Point me, Heero Yuy III," Beta-6 said, holding out his wand. It had been ridiculously easy to break into Hogwarts. He was the parent of a student, so none of the wards had stopped him. The bone golems were a bit of a challenge, but they were easily confused and disintegrated.
Now, Heero the elder had a job to do. He was taking his son out of here, if it was the last thing he did.
***
There was a scream as the werewolves shifted back to their wolf forms. Hermione looked to Ron, the full moon bright over the enchanted ceiling.
"They seem to have their with about them." She drew her wand, anyway. One never could be too safe while around dangerous creatures. "Do you think they all take Wolfsbane, like Professor Lupin?"
Ron shrugged. His wand was also drawn.
Dumbledore stood up from his seat at the teacher's table. "Everyone, remain calm. Prefects, if you would lead the other students back to the dorms, your professors and I can get this sorted out."
One of the werewolves growled, causing a second year near Hermione to gasp. Another joined the first werewolf, then another, and another, until all but Professor Lupin were united in a snarling mass.
The werewolf nearest Hermione tensed and leapt. It was coming right at her! Hermione tensed and shot off the Immobilizing Charm. It missed. The werewolf came down on her, and she collapsed under its weight.
***
Heero was still holding Roun's corpse when Dean finally made it to the Infirmary.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Dean yelled. "We've got a—oh." Dean looked to Heero. "You're already here."
"He's dead." Heero idly stroked Roun's fur. "All of my magic, and I couldn't save him."
Dean shifted. "But that means. . ."
Heero's eyes widened. In his grief, he had forgotten. "We have to get the the Great Hall. Now." Heero slid Roun's body to the floor and clambered tohis feet. He looked up, but Dean was already gone.
{What's the situation?} Heero thought, focussing on his brothers. There was no answer. He ran.
***
{What's the situation?} Harry heard Heero project, but he didn't answer. He had more important things to do, like getting that werewolf off Hermione. Forgive me, Heero, he thought, readying his wand. "Sectumsempra!" he yelled, causing gashes to form all over the werewolf's body. "Immobilus!"
All around Harry, students fought the werewolves, former members of the D.A. being the most successful.
A scream ran out, and Harry saw Eloise Midgeon fall. Ernie MacMillan quickly Stupefied the offending wolf and went to Eloise's aid.
Remus, the only werewolf who seemed to keep his mind, was fending off three werewolves from a group of first years in the corner near the antechamber. Harry spelled the door open, and the children ran in. Harry closed the door before any dark creature could follow, but he left it unlocked.
Professor Dumbledore, protected by Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, seemed to be preparing a complicated spell. Harry fought off another werewolf, Ron by his side, both protecting the fallen and bleeding Hermione.
Harry chose not to think about what that meant for his friend.
At the Head Table, Dumbledore loosed his spell, causing a shockwave of magic to rock the Great Hall. Harry stumbled and fell. When he got up, he looked around to find that all of the werewolves were human again.
"We have about three minutes," Dumbledore said, "before the spell wears off. I need for all of the werewolves to get into the antechamber. Carry any who are stunned. Quickly, now."
Professor Sprout escorted the first years out of the room, and the werewolves lined up to go inside. Hermione stood to go with them.
"Not you, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said from beside Harry. "You and the other injured are to report to Madam Pomfrey, immediately."
"But I've been bitten," Hermione protested. "I could hurt someone."
"The infection takes a month to take over," Quatre said. "You'll be fine for now."
Dumbledore clapped Harry on the back. "If you and your family would be so kind as to follow me to my office—"
"No." Dorothy stepped up, taking Dumbledore's hand off of Harry. "We have better things to do, now."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Heero," she said. "We have to go to Heero."
***
Heero hurried down the steps from the Hospital Wing, focussing on Remus. He was the only werewolf left under Heero's control, and he would be damned if he lost Remus, too!
Heero was so intent that he scarcely heard the whispered, "Heero" as he turned down the third floor corridor.
The voice seemed familiar, but Heero couldn't place it. He didn't stop, nor did he slow down. Anyone who wanted to talk to him could bloody well keep up.
"Heero, I order you to stop."
Heero froze, and in that moment, knew exactly who he was dealing with.
He turned around, and it was confirmed. "Father."
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: 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 53: Werewolves
February 10, AC 198 Monday J's England Base
"Thank you," J said to his Death Eater spy. "You may leave."
Silverman bowed and quickly left.
Apparently, Voldemort had decided that J's efforts to unsettle the triplets were insufficient and had decided to do something about it himself. Which was exactly what J was expecting, and exactly what he wanted. Why use my army, when I can use his?
Plus, it was a perfect opportunity to retrieve Heero.
J pressed his intercom to the upper level living quarters. "Beta-6, report to my office to discuss the details of your mission."
***
Kayla was dead. It had been five days, and it was all Heero could think of at every meal. He looked over at the Hufflepuff table, as if to see her sitting there, as usual, ignoring the conversations of her peers.
Harry laid a hand on Heero's shoulder. "It's not your fault, 'Ro. You couldn't have known."
Heero nodded, but he didn't believe it. It was his fault. He ignored her, and she went back to J. Maybe Heero never turned her from him in the first place.
"You can't think like that," Quatre said. Heero turned his head, sharply, and Quatre looked sheepish. "Sorry. I was peaking."
Heero sighed. "If I had been there for her—"
"Nothing different would have happened," Daemon said. He had taken to sitting with them since it happened, glaring, with Dorothy, at all who dared to approach with. It was getting tiresome—but then again, so was the alternating hero worship and loathing of those they helped or hurt during the war.
"Well, changing the subject," Harry said, with a a false brightness. Heero knew this was hard on him—people were lumping him in with the soldiers. He was guilty just by being related to them! Remarkably, very few people had mentioned Kayla's other announcement. "Dorothy, you said I could go see Balor on Friday."
Dorothy wiped her mouth and set her napkin in her lap. "I believe I said maybe."
"But it's Valentine's Day," Harry protested. "You have to let me go."
"I don't have to do anything." She switched to Vanulian. "In case you've forgotten, Dr. J just made a move a couple of days ago. As none of us were hurt in the process, I question his motive for the display and expect him or Voldemort to do something bigger in the next few days. If they do before Friday, and we all survive, I would be happy to accompany you to Haven, provided that Daemon will watch and protect Heero and Quatre while we are there."
"Fine," Harry snarled in English. He pushed back from the table. "I'll just go on to Double Divinations, then. Maybe I'll be able to See him there." He stalked away.
Heero sighed. Everything was so tense, now. The waiting for J's next move was almost unbearable. Most of Harry's friends had accused him of being dark. All but a handful had turned on him. It was no wonder Harry was acting a little bit pissy and wanting to see one of the only people outside of their circle who didn't think Harry was going to end up as the next Voldemort. Still, it was dangerous at Hogwarts, nowadays, and none of them could afford to be alone. "I'll go with him."
His eyes met Dorothy's. "Thank you," she said, and Heero ran from the table.
Heero hurried to catch up with Harry. When he was about halfway there, already out of the hall, hands grabbed him and pulled him into another corridor.
"Hey! What the—" The hands released Heero, and he turned, coming face to face with, "Duo."
"We need to talk," Duo said.
"Can't it wait? I need to catch up to Harry."
Duo caught Heero's hand. "Please?" he asked. "Potter's a big boy. I'm sure he'll be fine on his own for a few minutes. Besides, can't you use that telepathy thing to ask him how he is?"
Heero started. "How did you know about that?"
"Wufei told me. He looked it up when he found out that you and Harry were twins. He's just flabbergasted that you're triplets, instead."
"The miracles of modern science," Heero muttered. "So. You wanted to talk?"
Duo nodded and put his hands on Heero's upper arms. He looked into Heero's eyes. It was all very romantic. Heero had a sneaking suspicion that it was supposed to be. "I love you, Heero Yuy." Duo smiled. "You were right, the other day, about me wanted to get back together with you. I do. Desperately.
"I can't promise the future, but neither can you. I don't know how I'm going to feel years from now, but I do know how I feel now. I love you," Duo repeated. "I can't promise that I won't be an ass sometimes, but you have permission to slap me whenever I am. What I'm trying to say is, will you be my boyfriend again?"
Heero beamed. He would never have thought, at the beginning of the school year, that he would be here, with Duo saying such nice things. Maybe he should have been playing hard to get the entire time. He put his arms around Duo's neck and coaxed his head down. Their lips met in a mashing of teeth. Heero turned his Gift on, and let the feelings of pleasure drown them.
Heero pulled back, resting his forehead against Duo's. "Yes," he said. "Of course."
Clapping came from the main hallway, and Heero turned in Duo's arms to see Harry.
"Harry?" he asked. "Why are you here?"
"Quatre told me you were following me, so when I didn't see you after a few minutes, I got worried and doubled back," he explained. "I guess I shouldn't have bothered."
***
Later that night, Heero lay in his bed. They'd cleared it off, so he could be comfortable while controlling his puppies. After all, it was the full moon, and Heero needed a place to rest where he wouldn't disturb the others, in case they wanted to go to bed. Quatre had put up a Sound Dampening Charm, as usual, so he could scream and howl to his heart's content.
Heero was looking forward to dark. After what happened today, he needed the sensation of running he got when he had a tight reign on Roun and, through him, the rest of the pack.
Heero couldn't believe his luck. Duo wanted him back! They were a couple again. Now, if only Heero could keep him.
All thoughts but one fled as the sun went down and the moon rose. Run.
***
Nott Apparated into Hogsmeade; Bellatrix, Crabbe, Goyle, and a dozen others not far behind him. It was well into the night, and all the shops were closed. Everyone was in his or her home, the shutters closed, as if that measure alone would ward off a Death Eater attack. Luckily for the residents, they were not the victims of tonight's mission.
Nott gave the signal, and the group moved as one into the Forbidden Forest. Due to some good intelligence—and a smart wereleopard with a nose for betrayal and money—they knew the approximate location of the wolves den. They wouldn't have to spend all night looking for it, so they would have more time to enjoy their work.
The Death Eaters were wearing an invention of the Dark Lord's new associate. Of course, J wasn't aware that Stedman Silverman was a double agent and had appropriated them upon his last visit. The invention—called an Unlocater—made the wearer invisible and scentless. It was about the size of five snitches packed tightly together and was worn attached to the chest, free of the cumbersome nature of Invisibility Cloaks. Of course, it did nothing to waylay tracking spells, and magical eyes and eyeglasses could see through the shield of invisibility.
"Awooo!" The sound penetrated through Nott's mind and chilled him. He pulled his cloak tighter around himself, and took off east, toward the sound.
***
Roun ran at the head of the pack, chasing the deer that would be their dinner. "Awooo!" he called out in elation, when he and Derrick attacked and felled the deer.
Roun took his share and trotted off to the side. As leader of the pack, he got the biggest and best portions.
As Roun bit into his food, he got the feeling that something was wrong. It was too quiet. Roun could hear the sounds of his pack feeding, and that was it. Even with his mostly human mind—Heero was getting better at this—his wolf ears should have picked up more than that.
Wait. There was a rustling sound coming from behind that tree over there.
Roun went to investigate, growling a warning to his pack. Lindsey and Aaron flanked him, backing him up, should he need it.
He sniffed the tree. It smelled faintly of human. There was a human in the Forbidden Forest on the night of the full moon? Lucky for them that Heero controlled the pack's more beastly urges, or they'd be dead meat.
Roun looked up and came eye to eye with. . .nothing.
Roun heard another rustle and growled, his tail flattening. He howled to his packmates, trying to warn them of impending danger.
Then, the hexes started, and Roun ran away.
***
Heero wasn't sure what to do. Invisible Death Eaters—or J's men, or somebody—were attacking his puppies, and he couldn't save them. Leaving this bed and losing focus on Roun could cause the wolves to lose their minds, thus destroying the only advantage they had—their intelligence. And everybody else was at dinner, so he couldn't get somebody else to rescue his puppies.
Who were headed straight for the school. The wolves were passing by Hagrid's hut now, being herded by several Death Eaters with spells that, oddly enough, only every hit Roun.
His eyes wide, Heero figured out what they were trying to do.
No, he thought. They can't. They won't. They have children here, too.
The front door was spelled open, and the werewolves ran in. They were headed straight for the Great Hall.
I can't let this happen!
With great care to stay focussed on Roun, Heero teleported to the Great Hall. He sighed in relief. The wolves hadn't been let in, yet.
A Hufflepuff boy strode to the door. He put his hand on the door.
"Don't open that door!" Heero yelled. They body didn't hear and, opening it, the wolves were let in.
The screaming started from the Slytherin table, as the werewolves ran past them.
Heero searched, but he couldn't find Roun among the pack. His concentration was waning, and Heero could see the effects on the wolves. He doubled his focus and found Roun.
He was on the steps out front. The Death Eaters were hexing him with Cruciatus. Heero saw red. He teleported outside and grabbed Roun.
Without a spare thought for the Death Eaters, Heero teleported to the Room of Requirment. Hopefully, no one was in there, and it would become a hospital of sorts. Roun badly needed the care, but Heero didn't dare try to take Roun to the Hospital Wing. Werewolves were not the most liked creatures, especially on the full moon.
Heero gently lay Roun down and prowled in front of the wall three times. No door showed. Someone must be in there, then. Heero didn't care. He drew up all of his energy and laid his hands on the door. "Open," he commanded, and the door showed up.
Heero helped Roun up. Somewhere between the front steps and here, Roun had changed back to human form. The moon must have gone behind a cloud. Heero put his arm around Roun and maneuvered him into the room.
It was cozy, a bedroom. It wasn't exactly what they needed, but it would do.
"Heero?"
Heero looked to the voice. "Dean?" Dean was holding a mirror. There were screams coming from it. It was like Harry's mirror that Sirius gave him, Heero figured, and it was showing Dean the Great Hall. Either that, or it played Muggle movies. Heero was betting on the former.
"He's a werewolf, isn't he?" Dean asked, a tremor in his voice.
"Yes," Heero answered. "He needs help. Please, don't tell. They'll kill him. You know they will."
"I won't help you hide him," Dean said, going for the door. "He's a vicious animal, and—"
"And if he dies, so do a lot of other people."
Dean stopped. "What do you mean?"
"Those wolves in the Great Hall are his pack. He controls them. If he dies, no one controls them, and we'll have thirty blood-thirsty werewolves in the midst of a whole lot of children."
Dean backed away from the door. "What do you need me to do?"
***
"What's going on?" Harry asked Dorothy. "Why did Heero teleport in and out of here? Why are there werewolves in the school? And where is Heero?"
Dorothy rubbed the back of his head. "Heero's in the Room of Requirement, trying to save Roun. Death Eaters let them in. And he was trying to warn us."
The werewolves were just a bunch of naked people, now. They seemed confused and embarrassed. Dorothy could see Professor Lupin, bright red from head to toe. Harry took off his robe and went to hand it to Professor Lupin. Dorothy and the others followed.
"How did you get in here?" Harry asked. "Why aren't you in the Forbidden Forest?"
Professor Lupin took the offered robe and put it on. "Death Eaters attacked us. They were attacking—oh, Merlin, we have to get everyone out of here!"
"Remus, Remus, calm down! What's going on?" Harry said.
Professor Lupin opened his mouth to speak, but a howl came out.
Dorothy stepped between Lupin and her Niamos. "Stand back. He's shifting."
***
"We're losing him!" Heero screamed. He pressed down on Roun's chest, as Roun shifted back to wolf form. Heero was losing focus, and Roun was becoming more wolf-like as the seconds ticked by. The others would be even worse off, once Heero factored in Roun's pain and the effect it would have on his ability to control his pack.
"We need to get him to Pomfrey," Dean said from across the room.
Heero nodded. "You're right. Run and tell her I'm coming."
Dean ran out of the room without a look back.
"Okay, Roun, we can do this." Heero knew he only had about one teleport left before he wore himself out completely. The journey might kill Roun, but he would bleed out before Heero could them them to the Infirmary by foot. Heero had used his Flesh to heal most of Roun's wounds, but one refused to stay closed. Heero grabbed the whimpering wolf in his arms and teleported them to Madam Pomfrey.
Pomfrey bustled into the room. "What is—oh, my."
Heero looked down at the limp body in his arms. "Oh, no. No. No!"
Roun was gone, and with him, Heero's power over the wolves.
***
"Point me, Heero Yuy III," Beta-6 said, holding out his wand. It had been ridiculously easy to break into Hogwarts. He was the parent of a student, so none of the wards had stopped him. The bone golems were a bit of a challenge, but they were easily confused and disintegrated.
Now, Heero the elder had a job to do. He was taking his son out of here, if it was the last thing he did.
***
There was a scream as the werewolves shifted back to their wolf forms. Hermione looked to Ron, the full moon bright over the enchanted ceiling.
"They seem to have their with about them." She drew her wand, anyway. One never could be too safe while around dangerous creatures. "Do you think they all take Wolfsbane, like Professor Lupin?"
Ron shrugged. His wand was also drawn.
Dumbledore stood up from his seat at the teacher's table. "Everyone, remain calm. Prefects, if you would lead the other students back to the dorms, your professors and I can get this sorted out."
One of the werewolves growled, causing a second year near Hermione to gasp. Another joined the first werewolf, then another, and another, until all but Professor Lupin were united in a snarling mass.
The werewolf nearest Hermione tensed and leapt. It was coming right at her! Hermione tensed and shot off the Immobilizing Charm. It missed. The werewolf came down on her, and she collapsed under its weight.
***
Heero was still holding Roun's corpse when Dean finally made it to the Infirmary.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Dean yelled. "We've got a—oh." Dean looked to Heero. "You're already here."
"He's dead." Heero idly stroked Roun's fur. "All of my magic, and I couldn't save him."
Dean shifted. "But that means. . ."
Heero's eyes widened. In his grief, he had forgotten. "We have to get the the Great Hall. Now." Heero slid Roun's body to the floor and clambered tohis feet. He looked up, but Dean was already gone.
{What's the situation?} Heero thought, focussing on his brothers. There was no answer. He ran.
***
{What's the situation?} Harry heard Heero project, but he didn't answer. He had more important things to do, like getting that werewolf off Hermione. Forgive me, Heero, he thought, readying his wand. "Sectumsempra!" he yelled, causing gashes to form all over the werewolf's body. "Immobilus!"
All around Harry, students fought the werewolves, former members of the D.A. being the most successful.
A scream ran out, and Harry saw Eloise Midgeon fall. Ernie MacMillan quickly Stupefied the offending wolf and went to Eloise's aid.
Remus, the only werewolf who seemed to keep his mind, was fending off three werewolves from a group of first years in the corner near the antechamber. Harry spelled the door open, and the children ran in. Harry closed the door before any dark creature could follow, but he left it unlocked.
Professor Dumbledore, protected by Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, seemed to be preparing a complicated spell. Harry fought off another werewolf, Ron by his side, both protecting the fallen and bleeding Hermione.
Harry chose not to think about what that meant for his friend.
At the Head Table, Dumbledore loosed his spell, causing a shockwave of magic to rock the Great Hall. Harry stumbled and fell. When he got up, he looked around to find that all of the werewolves were human again.
"We have about three minutes," Dumbledore said, "before the spell wears off. I need for all of the werewolves to get into the antechamber. Carry any who are stunned. Quickly, now."
Professor Sprout escorted the first years out of the room, and the werewolves lined up to go inside. Hermione stood to go with them.
"Not you, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said from beside Harry. "You and the other injured are to report to Madam Pomfrey, immediately."
"But I've been bitten," Hermione protested. "I could hurt someone."
"The infection takes a month to take over," Quatre said. "You'll be fine for now."
Dumbledore clapped Harry on the back. "If you and your family would be so kind as to follow me to my office—"
"No." Dorothy stepped up, taking Dumbledore's hand off of Harry. "We have better things to do, now."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Heero," she said. "We have to go to Heero."
***
Heero hurried down the steps from the Hospital Wing, focussing on Remus. He was the only werewolf left under Heero's control, and he would be damned if he lost Remus, too!
Heero was so intent that he scarcely heard the whispered, "Heero" as he turned down the third floor corridor.
The voice seemed familiar, but Heero couldn't place it. He didn't stop, nor did he slow down. Anyone who wanted to talk to him could bloody well keep up.
"Heero, I order you to stop."
Heero froze, and in that moment, knew exactly who he was dealing with.
He turned around, and it was confirmed. "Father."
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