Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Place In Time ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 12 )

AN I am so sorry this chappie took so long but I've just started a new term which means even more work than I had to do over the holidays and not only that but I've started learning Latin, which I've never actually done before but still my teacher is firmly maintaining that he can have us up to scratch by xmas… unfortunately this seems to equate with him setting us a year's worth of work every week… yeah… Anyway I'm babbling, sorry this took so long, again, and a super long chappie to make up for it, well super long for me anyways… almost 6000 words -is proud-

 

Disclaimer/Rating/Summary Please see first chapter

 

Chapter 11

 

Ron Weasley's eyes opened slowly and for a few moments he was able to revel in the moment between dreaming and waking, in the knowledge that he'd had a really great night's sleep.

 

Soon though, the reality wormed its way into the cracks in his mind and he found himself concentrating on his surroundings, there was definitely something wrong somewhere.

 

Intently studying what he could hear he easily picked up the sound of the other boys' muted snores, there was one missing though, Harry's.

 

Sitting up hurriedly once the information registered he shot out of bed and ripped back the curtains on his best-friend's four-poster, there was no one there and not only was there no one there, the bed hadn't been slept in… Hang on a minute, hadn't been slept in? He knew Harry had come to bed last night, he had caught the snitch causing the match to end on a draw, a draw! And then he'd come back to their common room and they'd celebrated and then…

 

He squinted, thinking hard… and then.

 

Violently the memories rushed back to him, the… robots Hermione had called them, falling from the sky Harry and Malfoy taking off, he hadn't come back.

 

Oh Merlin! He hadn't come back!

 

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Quatre and Trowa both blinked, jerked from a slight sleep, as the laptop standing in the corner of the room buzzed.

 

“Duo…? What does he want?”

 

Trowa pulled himself to his feet and reached for a dressing gown that was hanging over a chair by the bed, persistently the machine buzzed again, the noise informing him of the incoming call. Quatre lay back, waking himself up and watching curiously. “You don't think there's a problem do you?”

 

“I don't know, I can't think of any other reason for him to be calling,” he shot a look over his shoulder at his lover, “you'd better start to get dressed Quat.”

 

Satisfied as the blonde swung his legs over the side of the bed and pushed himself up Trowa turned back to the screen, though the sight of his naked boyfriend was undoubtedly the most pleasant thing he could be looking at there were times when other responsibilities overtook, times like now.

 

“Barton.” He said as he pressed the button to accept the call. No picture appeared, Duo must be on his cell phone, a miraculous piece of engineering that Heero had not only charmed to work on Hogwarts grounds but had also managed to get it a signal, it would only respond to a call from one of their other cells or from one of the computers but it wasn't like there was anyone else on Hogwarts ground who was dying to get in contact with them at all, let alone via a muggle device

 

“Trowa? That you?”

 

“Yes, what's the problem Duo?”

 

“Heero's pissed off, that's the problem, seriously pissed off. The nurse accused him of placing Treize and Zechs in jeopardy, he and `Fei took off to the Room, they're going to fight Tro.”

 

“Ok, calm down. Wufei is a more-than-capable match for Heero, you do remember that?”

 

“Yeah I remember that but I have never seen Heero this mad before, not even when OZ kidnapped him or when Q nearly killed you or after New Edwards or…”

 

“I get the message!” Shooting a look over his shoulder he saw his blonde lover pull on a pair of skin-tight black jeans, fighting the urge to lick his lips he turned back to the call. “We'll be there in a few ok? They'll both be fine, no matter how angry Heero is he would never intentionally harm one of us.”

 

“Yeah, but what about unintentionally? Never mind, look Trowa; could you or Quatre go down to the Hall and tell the Professors that we've got a show to put on for `em. I think this would be a good opportunity to show them that we really aren't just teens with an attitude problem and a superiority complex.”

 

Blowing a kiss towards him Quatre finished the buttons on his shirt and made to leave the room, signing rapidly that he was going to get the Professors.

 

“Quatre's gone to find them, I'll see you there soon.”

 

“'K, see ya soon Tro-man, oh, and congrats on you and Q working things out together.”

 

He hung up before Trowa could make further comment; the tall Preventer shook his head and moved across the room to grab his clothes. This was going to be an interesting day.

 

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Many of the students Quatre was flying past were telling tale of a brunette, braided whirlwind that had flown past them, talking to himself! Apparently he'd nearly knocked into them! The remainder were scoffing at this tale and speaking of their own brush with death as a Japanese and a Chinese boy stormed past them looking like they were about to kill someone! Realising that the first boy mentioned was obviously Duo on a cell phone and the second descriptions matched Heero and Wufei perfectly Quatre shook his head as he skilfully weaved through the traffic of students. So much for keeping a low profile.

 

Rounding the last corner he slowed his pace to walk into the Great Hall aristocratically, noting with some satisfaction that he was drawing the gaze of the majority of people in the Hall.

 

Sauntering up to the main table he reached Albus Dumbledore and gave him a smirk that reeked of Draco Malfoy, yet with a gentle edge that screamed of Quatre. Not knowing if the Professor knew him well enough to notice the distinction he turned to his own head of house, who was sitting on the Headmaster's left, the seat at his right hand side having been occupied but the Deputy Headmistress.

 

He started with no word of good morning or introduction, he hadn't time for formalities right now “You ready to see what we can do? I have it on good authority that Heero and Wufei are sparring and we thought this would be a good opportunity for you to see some of what we can do.

 

“Sparring?”

 

“Yeah, you know, good natured, friendly, trying-to-beat-the-crap-out-of-each-other-in-new-and-interesting-ways, sparring.”

“Oh dear.”

“Nah, they do this all the time, granted Heero usually isn't as annoyed as he is right now so there'll probably be more blood than usual but then again,” He shrugged, grinning, the part of him that resented these people for their arrogance and insistence that they knew they were right, laughing at them and their faces. “They say variety is the spice of life… You coming?”

 

Without another word he spun round and made his way quickly back out of the Hall three astonished and worried Professors trailing after him.

 

The blonde knew they were following and also knew this had to be a new experience for them, having to follow someone else but, as he'd said, variety is the spice of life. He wasn't going to be stupid enough to underestimate them, he was going to stay on his guard, as were all the other pilots, they had only a vague estimate of their skills after all so training instructed they were to regard them as if the Professors may well be able to beat them. He did have to make them acknowledge, though, that the pilots were not the teenagers they looked like and that he and Heero were not the helpless, manipulated, naïve, spoiled and arrogant students most of the Professors had assumed they had been, trusting them and their abilities could very well save their life one day.

 

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Hermione was thinking curiously, her breakfast had certainly been eventful, first visiting royals then a teenage boy with a braid at least a meter long who dared to call the Headmaster Al! Then a blonde who had stalked into the room as though he owned it, leaving it with a smirk on his face and the three most powerful Professors in the school following him, instead of the other way round. The students were telling stories of homicidal killers roaming the corridors and it seemed, if you believed them, that several had only just escaped with their lives!

 

Something else had to happen, of course, and it did. Ron sprinted into the room much faster than she knew he could and skidded to a halt next to her. One look at his face and she started to worry, he wasn't just panicked about homework or something, whatever had happened was serious, the last time she had seen that look on his face was when Harry had disappeared after the third task.

 

His first words did nothing to reassure her, “'Mione! Where's the Headmaster!?”

“What?”

“Where's the Headmaster? Where's Dumbledore?! `Mione this is important! Where is he?”

 

“He left the hall, why?”

 

He lowered his voice and slipped into a seat next to her, luckily most had finished eating by now and the table was fairly isolated, with enough noise to ensure they wouldn't be overheard.

 

“Harry's not here.”

 

“Not here? What do you mean `not here'?”

 

“I mean not here, not in the dorm, not in the tower, not in the castle, not in the grounds.”

She floundered, not wanting to believe it, “Are you… you sure?”

His voice lowered further, “I checked the map `Mione, he is definitely not here. His bed's not been slept in.”

 

“But… last night… I saw him go to bed, I saw him go up the stairs.”

“Did you? Or did you just think you saw him?”

“I… what?”

“Think hard `Mione, did anything strange happen yesterday?”

“Strange like what?” Her voice was quiet but nearly hysterical, he shushed her anyway.

 

“Strange like robots falling from the sky.”

“Strange like… Robots? What are you talking about? How do you even know what a robot is?”

”I know because you told me, yesterday, look no one else can remember, I woke the other boys in the dorm up, none of them can remember anything, It must have been a spell because Harry was definitely not there last night.”

 

“Robots… I…” Abruptly her face paled, “Oh God! Harry!”

 

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Reaching the room finally, he'd watched as the crowd of students had thinned to become a trickle and for the first time Severus had realised how well placed, strategically, it was. There was no reason for anyone to be here, there were not suits of armour, no portraits to talk about what they'd seen, in hindsight it was no real surprise that he hadn't known it existed.

 

This was the first time he'd been here when it was light and only the second time he'd been here in total and so he had missed before how it was placed so that it was set in an immensely reclusive part of the school, near isolated and near invisible from any of the entrances into the corridor in which it was situated. Presumably this was why the pilots also had their quarters in this corridor, though how they had managed that he honestly had no idea.

 

There was no one in the school other than the Headmaster who should have been able to issue extra room to exist… no one except the house elves that is… but then again, it was a house elf bubble that had appeared last night to tell them that their `usual rooms' were ready and hadn't Draco… Quatre… Draco said that Potter… Heero… had an arrangement with them. If the house elves had been helping them then it was no wonder they'd been able to keep themselves and their friends secret for so long. Why would they help though? It's not like they owed any debt to the teens…

 

Jerked out of his thoughts as the door swung open he gaped inwardly in shock, the room of last night had vanished to be replaced by something looking a lot like a dojo. At the center of the mats were Wufei and Heero, definitely Heero this time because there was no way this could ever be Potter, the only thing that was there at this moment was to connect the two was the perpetually messy hair and the thin scar on the forehead.

 

Other than that, no trace remained of the boy he had though he knew.

 

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Remus Lupin winced at the noise coming from his door, the hammering would have been loud under any circumstances but for him, a night after the full moon, the sound was nearly deafening.

 

“I'm coming,” he called, pulling himself up slowly, “I'm coming,” he yelled again, sharper this time when noise refused to lessen after a similar disregard for his words again though he began to worry. Hurriedly pulling his robes over his head he ran to the other room and jerked the door open.

 

Ron and Hermione fell into the room suddenly and the awful noise ceased.

 

“Ron, Hermione, what's…” Rapidly his face darkened and his eyes began to glow slightly as he recognised who was missing, “Harry…”

 

A few minutes later he had heard as much of what they could tell him, had made them promise to stay in his quarters, had borrowed the invisibility cloak they had thoughtfully brought with them and was sprinting down the corridor, following the Headmaster's scent, it was lucky it had just been the full-moon really, he normally couldn't follow scents with this speed and accuracy.

 

Rounding a corner silently, another time when werewolf senses came in handy he spotted a teenage boy moving swiftly down the corridor, sniffing slightly he was shocked to find what smelled distinctly of Draco Malfoy on the teen and he almost froze in shock, this could not be a coincidence. Ron and Hermione had said that the last time anyone had seen, what he though of as, his godson was yesterday, during the Quidditch match, after which he had flown off. With Draco Malfoy.

 

Now following the teenager noiselessly he almost jerked to a standstill as he caught the boy watching him in the shine of a suit of armour's visor. He double-checked himself; yes he was still wearing the cloak so how… He stared at the young man, he wasn't watching him now, he couldn't even have been sure that he'd seen him looking at him at all. Deep down though, he knew that for one split-second his eyes had met and held the gaze of one inscrutable green one, so similar to Harry's own.

 

 

They were standing on a circular platform which, for all intents and purposes, seemed to be floating in mid air, with a very high drop should someone be unfortunate enough to fall off.

 

Then it seemed that an unspoken signal was given, as they both flew forwards, each preparing to strike as they did so, Heero threw the first punch which Wufei blocked, grabbing the Japanese boy's arm in the process.

 

Heero twisted and knowing he didn't have long Wufei leaned in to drive a punch into the other's face. Heero took the punch lightly before forcing his arm free flipping back as he did so and kicking Wufei in the chest, though the other teen dodged a blow to the face.

 

Wufei's body flinched and bent over slightly, giving him the necessary support to snatch at the arm that was steering down towards his face, Heero dodged expertly and used the force of Wufei's punch to swing him round far enough to get the necessary momentum to place a well aimed kick in the centre of his chest.

 

Wufei flew back and skidded off the end of the platform. Snatching at the edge he propelled himself back up to the floor and crouched, before rising quickly as Heero moved towards him with death in his eyes.

 

Heero went for his head and he blocked again grabbing onto the arm and punching round it, aiming for Heero's neck, Heero dodged, moving easily round his back even as he was still held fast and they both heard the audible crack as it dislocated, but Heero was free and as he drew back slightly they all watched as he popped it back into place with the certainty of one that has done it many times before, he didn't even seem to be favouring it as he moved back into a defensive

position.

 

`Come on!' Wufei yelled, `you're too angry, it's blinding you, just go for it, let go Heero, you want to kill me, get on and do it!'

 

Heero's eyes glowed and he moved forwards again but Wufei was ready for him this time and it was Heero who found himself rolling towards the edge from the force of the Chinese boy's kick to the stomach. Looking up he realised what was happening and caught himself on the edge, balancing on one hand he caught the approaching teen's neck in a lock with his feet and used the force that Wufei had instantly switched into trying to move him to spin in the air and land upright.

 

Watching Heero approach Wufei quickly managed a force field and ran up it, propelling himself off it and landing on the floor behind the Japanese teen. Heero spun and smirked, enjoying the new element that had been added to the game.

 

`Adversperascit,' he roared and though Wufei didn't stumble as the black streak hit him it was clear, at least for a second, that he'd slowed down. It was only a second but it was enough, `cado,' Heero cried again and Wufei was swept off his feet by a sudden rush of power that swept through the room.

 

Eyes possessing a milky sheen Wufei jumped to his feet and then froze, as did Heero, the silence was thick and almost deafening but it was enough, as Heero raised his hand to cast another spell Wufei's flew out and he screamed, `lente!' Heero became almost motionless as the spell hit him, body moving in slow motion as he attempted to further twist out of the way of the spell that had only just struck him.

 

Wufei shook his head to clear the last vestiges of the blindness curse he had first been hit with and flung his body forwards, pulling out his katana as he did so. He had nearly struck the Japanese pilot when the last curse he had placed on him wore off and Heero flung himself out of harm's way.

 

Quickly Heero pulled out two knives and raised his arms again, moving forwards quickly and used one arm to keep the heavy sword at bay, while the other attempted to slash at the Chinese boy's throat.

 

Severus' gaze was glued on the two, who were fighting, sparring Draco had said, with ease that comes with long practice and familiarity that spoke of great trust and comradeship. There was no other evidence of that though than the way the two were moving with each other, they were tearing into each other violently, one gaining and pressing the advantage only to lose it a few seconds later, punching and kicking, twisting and turning, drawing blood, bruising flesh, splitting skin. Casting spell after spell, slicing with knives, swords and trying to throw each other over the side of the precariously small platform they were on. He seriously hoped there was something to catch them should they fall.

 

It was beautiful though, like a deadly dance, one he had no desire what so ever to get involved in.

 

Draco had left them instantly and had moved over to the braided teenager, they were now heavily involved in a discussion regarding the grace, style, performance and ability of the two men who were each doing their best to kill the other.

 

“Nice flip,” the voice made him jump and behind him he saw that his student's lover had just entered the room, slowly the uni-banged teen shut the door and also moved across to his lover and friend, soon becoming involved in their discussion.

 

Finally the Chinese teen went down over the side and the others all winced but especially his braided lover. As he was falling though, his leg shot out and swept the other's feet from under him. Heero landed on his back and Wufei caught the side of the platform once again. Pulling himself up quickly before he collapsed at Heero's side on the floor. They were both breathing heavily and looking worse for the wear. Bruises would come later but for now the blood was running liberally.

 

Slowly the black-haired pilot opened his eyes and wiped the red liquid from his face turning to look at his sparring partner as he did so, who still had his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

 

“Feel better?”

“Hn.” Heero's hand came up to wipe at the blood running into his own eyes and he magicked a makeshift bandage onto the worst of his injuries.

 

“Good.” Wufei muttered before starting to do the same.

 

“Oh dear Merlin!” The voice came from the door and was accompanied by a thin, ill looking, sandy-haired man pulling off an invisibility cloak.

 

Albus sighed tiredly, “Remus.”

 

Every eye in the room was turned towards the werewolf and, yet again, Albus was loathe to notice, he and his teaching companions were the only ones who seemed surprised by his entrance, even the two still on the platform hadn't so much as blinked at his appearance.

 

Heero sat up and opened his mouth to speak. He was stopped, though, as Dobby appeared from nowhere, wringing his hands and looking about anxiously. “Mr Harry Heero Yuy Potter Sir! You is needed sir. In the hospital wing sir, you is needed!”

 

Everyone in the room saw Heero's face turn a sickly, deathly white as he sprang to his feet and then sprinted out of the room. The house elf quickly bowed to the rest of them and popped back out as he left.

 

Duo looked vaguely ill, “you don't think…”

 

“I would have known wouldn't I?” Quatre questioned, absent-mindedly rubbing his heart. “If something had gone wrong, I would have known.”

 

“Not unless you're a lot closer to Marquise and Khushrenada than you've been letting on.” Wufei said softly, sitting up.

 

“We should follow him.” The matter-of-fact statement from the usually silent pilot sent the other three towards the door, closely being followed by Severus and Albus and then, a little later, Minerva and Remus, the former of whom was trying to explain to the latter at least a bit of what was going on.

 

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“What's happening!” Four pilots charged into the room skidding to a halt at the sight. Closely followed by four Professors who weren't quite quick enough to stop from bumping into the pilots.

 

Sally and Madam Pomfrey were flying round shouting to each other about blood pressure, heart rates and dangerously high fevers. Heero was standing next to the bed, holding Zechs' hand tightly, obviously unsure of what else to do, the blonde was tossing and turning frantically, mumbling under his breath.

 

“What's he saying?” Duo moved forwards, in response to his question the room grew quieter. Slowly Zechs' mutterings began to come into focus.

 

“No… can't… have to stop it… war… need to learn… can't go on… no more … needs to end… sorry… so sorry… Heero… Treize… So cold… dark… hurts… love you…”

 

Heero made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and stepped forwards, pushing aside the bed covers and slipping in next to the blonde. Holding him gently he began to rock him and murmur soothingly under his breath.

 

“Sssshhhh, it's ok, it's ok, I'm here, and Treize is here, Earth's fine, everything's ok, the war's over, I'm here… It's ok, I'm here…”

 

Slowly the tremors wracking the body began to lessen and the frenzied whispers began to quieten.

 

The room held its breath as the people in it watched Zechs slip into sleep again and saw his body relax slightly.

 

As Heero, Sally and Poppy slumped in relief a sigh went up.

 

“What,” Quatre asked, “was that about?”

 

“He's starting to come out of it, he should be waking up soon,” Sally answered him.

 

“He shouldn't be though,” Madam Pomfrey said in wonderment, “he shouldn't be waking up, it's too soon, he's should be unconscious for at least a week, something must have gone wrong.”

 

“Zechs…” Heero began, “has always been a very quick healer, he was walking about twenty-four hours after a heart attack, there's something unnatural in that, something magical.”

“So says the man who sets his own broken bones.” Wufei teased. A natural response to cover up the worry he had been feeling, “you're not really one to talk are you Heero?”

 

Heero laughed, slightly hysterically, he hadn't moved, he was still holding his blonde lover, swaying with him gently.

 

“What's…? The weak whisper came from Remus as he stepped forwards. “Who… Who are you? You smell like Harry but… different.”

 

Heero bowed his head, “this is incredible,” Quatre heard him mumbling under his breath, “we don't tell anyone for months and then all of a sudden everyone's finding out at once. This is like the shuttle timetable for L1, you wait for hours and then four turn up…”

 

Realising that Heero was in no state to talk and was most likely suffering from a nervous breakdown Quatre stepped forwards, hands held up, he knew it had just been the full moon and he had no desire to antagonise an, already tense, werewolf. “Professor…”

 

“There's no need to call me Professor I don't teach you…” The amber-eyed man paused at the Arabian's good-natured grimace and shoulder shrug, “do I?”

“Not looking like this you don't, don't you recognise me?”

 

Remus hesitated and then drew back in shock. “Draco Malfoy!”

 

“Got it in one.” The blonde turned back to Heero who was still cradling his lover protectively. “Do you want to do this now, wait for Snuffles, oblivate him, do this later, deny everything. S'your call Heero, we've got your back no matter.”

 

“Wait for Snuffles, then I'll explain everything.” He turned tired eyes on one of his father's best friends, regretting not knowing him better. “Professor… can you…?”

 

“Harry…?” He was cut off with a hesitant yet desperate question.

 

“Yes?”

Half expecting an attack he froze when he was enfolded in a hug. “Merlin I was so worried about you. Ron and Hermione came saying they didn't know where you were, that you hadn't gone to bed, that you weren't on the map… I thought…”

 

Still frozen in shock Heero hesitantly patted the man on the back, looking desperately round him, Duo was smirking, Trowa and Wufei were staring at the walls, it was no use watching the Professors, they had no idea just how momentous the fact that he was being hugged was, Quatre though… Quatre was watching him with a faint smile on his face and Heero realised that while he had Sirius, Remus, Ron, Hermione… Quatre had no one, he had sent his family to Azkaban, he had nothing left here

 

Evidently Trowa had come to the same conclusion because he stepped behind the Arabian and pulled him close. Heero smiled, as he saw how well the two fit together, maybe having people who cared wasn't too bad after all.

 

 

Sirius Black sat back, bored. Merlin he hated this house, he'd hated it for as long as he could remember, since before he had gone to Hogwarts, through Hogwarts and even after he'd finally left the house, for what he'd though was for anyway, good.

 

He hated it even more now he couldn't leave.

 

It hadn't been so bad in the summer, granted he still hadn't been able to go anywhere but at least he'd had company then, even if Harry hadn't been there. Now all he had was the portrait of his mother, Kreacher the house elf and the occasional Order member, and even then all they did was sleep, eat his food and then leave again, often without even talking to him.

 

He couldn't even talk to Remus as he was at Hogwarts, teaching DADA and, although he was thrilled for his old friend, as long as Remus was at Hogwarts he couldn't floo him, they had a weekly chat but that was it and he was still unable to talk to Harry, just in case. He hadn't even seen him since the end of the third task last year. If he'd known it was going to take this long to see him he wouldn't have left.

 

As though it could sense his thoughts the sound of an incoming call made an alarm run through the house. Jumping to his feet and recognising the alarm as signalling a call from Hogwarts he sprinted into the other room, mentally checking the day and the date in his head, it wasn't time for a call… And that meant there was a problem.

 

Fearing the worst he reached the fireplace and slowed suddenly, not entirely sure if he wanted to answer it.

 

“Hello?”

“Now I don't want you to panic Sirius because there's really nothing wrong per say, just something you ought to know about.”

“Alright… and may I compliment you on your ever well-honed ability to inspire said panic.”

 

His friend winced. “Yes. Well…”

“Is this to do with Harry?”

 

“It's always to do with Harry Sirius, there's no problem, he's not ill or anything, he just had some things he needs to tell you. One… well two of which I think you'll be quite pleased about.”

“What?”

 

“Look I'm not having this conversation over the floo system, lock that God-forsaken house elf in the cupboard and come to Hogwarts, I'll meet you in the Headmaster's office where we can talk before you see Harry, it'll be empty right now.”

 

Sirius sighed as Remus disappeared without another word before he yelled for Kreacher.

 

The thing appeared and Sirius quickly ordered it into a cupboard, “and don't come out until I say you can!”

 

Then he disappeared into the fire, leaving only a few swirling embers to show his departure.

 

 

“Right,” Sirius fell through the fireplace and groaned as he nearly crashed into the Headmaster's desk. You would really have thought that being 35 years old and having lived as a wizard his whole life he would be able to exit the floo system without falling over, then again there weren't many floos in Azkaban, he was out of practice

 

Trying to keep his dignity as he struggled to his feet he met his friend's amused eyes and relaxed slightly, if Remus was smiling there couldn't be anything too wrong. “So, what's wrong with Harry?”

 

“He's fallen in love, unless I'm very much mistaken.”

 

“He's…” Hurriedly making the transition between concerned Godfather to caring and nosey Godfather Sirius grinned. “Well, that's great, what's she like? Do I know her?”

Remus hesitated, “no, you don't know them.”

“Them?” Sirius choked.

 

“Them,” Remus confirmed, “two hims actually.”

 

“Well,” Sirius coughed, “I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised but it's not like this is abnormal is it? Is it twins he's fallen for?” A thought struck him suddenly, “It's not Fred and George is it?”

“No! And no you don't know them, I don't either, they're a bit older than he is, one's nineteen and the other nearly twenty-five.”

 

Sirius' eyes darkened suddenly, “That's ten years older than him, he is sure it's love right and not just…”

“Yes, I've sent them together, it's not just a crush, this is the real thing.”

 

“You've seen them? What are they like?”

“Well, I haven't actually talked them, they're both unconscious after a battle, that's where he met them apparently.”

 

“A battle? Harry's never been in a battle, what the Hell are you talking about?” Sirius' voice was getting darker and more deadly at the thought of his precious Godson having been in a battle and for the first time in over a year Remus had to remind himself that this really was a child of the Blacks'.”

 

“Apparently he has been in a battle, not one of ours, a muggle one, that's something he needs to tell us it seems, it appears Harry's had a bit of a secret life.”

 

“What do you mean a `secret life'? I swear to Merlin Remus if you don't start explaining…”

 

“Something's happened to him Sirius, he was sent to the future and his personality was merged with someone else's, a soldiers, a fifteen year old terrorist to be precise.”

“Just how far in the future are we talking about here?” Remus bowed his head, refusing to meet his eyes. Sirius' narrowed, “Moony,” he murmured warningly, “how far?”

 

“About eight hundred years.” The mutter was so quiet he nearly missed it completely and, as it was, he still did a double take.

 

“How many years?!”

“Eight-hundred.”

“Holy…” He ran a hand through his hair, trying to process that information.

 

“Yes…” Remus broke in wryly, seeing his friend's face.

“Shit…” Sirius finished his sentence. “Holy…”

“Shit?” Remus suggested.

 

“Exactly.”

 

“He's still Harry Sirius, not totally but Harry is still in there, albeit a bit more deadly…”

Sirius' head shot up, “What?”

 

“I told you he was a terrorist. What exactly did you think a terrorist was? He's killed Sirius, he's killed and not regretted it, he's tortured and has been tortured. The soldier he joined with nearly had the humanity stolen from him, trained to the degree when he almost couldn't think on his own but then Harry came through, taught him how to care, how to trust, how to still want to survive and how to show mercy, especially to himself. Harry saved Heero and Heero saved Harry. They're not one or the other now, they're both and that is something you have to accept or none of them will ever forgive you. Heero has friends and Harry has friends, granted Heero's friends all come equipped with about a decade of training, semi-automatic weapons and a license to kill but I wouldn't dismiss Hermione when she's feeling protective either.”

 

“I want to meet him.” Sirius broke in, not sure if he wanted to hear any more of what Remus was saying.

“He won't leave the hospital wing.” Sirius just looked at him, did he honestly think that a detail that minor was going to stop him from seeing his Godson no matter how he was acting or what he was calling himself.

 

“I'll have to go to him then, won't I?”

 

Silence… then Remus smirked and held up a collar and leash, Sirius backed into the desk again.

 

“Oh, no way!”

 

End Chapter 11

 

Translations

Adversperascit - To Get Dark

Cado - To Fall

Lente - Slowly

 

AN Well? And I know I say this every time but it probably won't be as long before the next update, seriously this time, I had serious problems with this chapter, I've never actually written a fight scene before and it took a long, long time to get it to something I was even vaguely happy with… I'm still not too sure about how it turned out… oh well, tell me what you this of the chap in general but that specifically please, constructive crit especially welcome.