Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Crossing the Magic Line or When Gundams Get Wands ❯ Why thank you, Professor Snape ( Chapter 6 )

A/N: Yes! I’m writing…a crossover! O brave new world!…Spare me the slings and arrows, okay? I got this idea from a few successive dreams and decided to write it so that they’d get out of my damn head. BAH to those who do not see the perspective hottie-ness of the Gundam and Potter Boys in the same room. …Merph… Oh, and this is an attempt to write a non angst-driven story. It’s suppose to be humorous...with a LITTLE angst thrown in. Hey, I wouldn’t be TGP if I didn’t write angst. There will also be some romance. Woo!
Warnings: Yaoi-ness, Silly-ness, some Angsy-ness, Duo Bashing (because I hate the little bastard…Don’t. Ask,) Misuse of Magic (again, just don’t ask…,) Threesomes, Bitchy Chicks, Bad Language, the lake-squid getting some, and other Miscellaneous Bad Stuff. Heero and Harry centric.
Pairings: 1+(2x5) => 1x2x5, 3x4, HP/DM, RW/HG, SS/RL and various other minor pairings
Disclaimer: Well, Harry Potter and Gundam Wing aren’t rated NC-17 for homosexual boffing, now are they?

Harry awoke at the sound of a gunshot and then an explosion. He jerked up and stared blearily at a hole across the room, as did the other boys. A pair of legs was hanging over his side of the wall. Beside these legs was Dobby, who huffed as if he'd been running a marathon.

"Dobby!" Harry croaked out, voice rough from sleep. "What the hell was that?"

"Dobby is sorry he woke you, Harry Potter, sir," the house elf said with an uncommon grit to his tone, sounding quite annoyed. He didn't get the chance to explain before a tanned hand jerked out and grabbed the side of the wall. It pulled a body through with a soft grunt of effort.

"Bloody hell!" Ron gasped. Heero gave him a cold glare as Dobby went back into a defensive stance.

"You will not hurt Harry Potter!"

Heero glowered at the little thing. "Potter, call off your dog."

"Dobby..." Harry sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Leave him alone. He's my body guard..."

The house elf hesitated, but relented with a bow of his large head. "Yes, Harry Potter, sir."

He disappeared a moment later, but only after shooting the Japanese boy a nasty look. Harry glared through his fingers at his bodyguard, who stood, without the slightest sign of discomfort, by the hole.

"Heero, that's a house elf. They'll be in here at night. Don't shoot them."

The Japanese boy scowled. A sound suspiciously like a snicker came from Seamus' bed, but Heero didn't acknowledge him. Instead, he glared at the hole in the wall as if it would explain to him all of life's secrets. He finally grabbed up his wand and muttered a reconstruction spell, successfully setting the wall back to itself. It was a very good fix; anyone who didn't know a hole had been there wouldn't see the slight line. Still, Heero glared at it for being that slightest bit imperfect.

As they were all awake and it was nearing breakfast anyway, the boys of the sixth year dorm came to life. Showers were taken, teeth brushed, clothing put on...Heero had the most difficult time with the robes and found them extremely bulky, compared to his normal wear. He assumed they fit correctly, though he wasn't sure what was correct. The other boys' robes seemed to fit the same way. His were full black, showing no house colors, but were made in the same style as the rest. He was somewhat surprised how light the falls of fabric were.

When they were ready, they went down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Yuy," greeted Hermione quietly. He gave a slight nod and a gruff "Granger" in response. Morning hellos completed, they sat for the meal. It was odd to watch, really. Harry stole glances and grinned every time the other boy sniffed his food suspiciously. He knew that Heero had a thing about eating only food he'd okayed, and when he did eat, it was in measured bites in an internal cadence that you could set a watch to. Dean watched with curiosity and a bit of amusement, elbowing Seamus to do the same. When their new roommate noticed, he gave them all an icy glare that turned their attentions quickly.

The schedules were passed out near the end of breakfast. Harry looked over his with a grimace.

"Advanced Potions first thing? That's criminal," said Ron as he looked over it. "Glad I didn't get high enough marks for it."

"Way to rub it in," Harry muttered back.

"Cheer up, mate," Ron chirped. "Could be worse. You could have gotten Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle in there with you."

"Actually, I bet Malfoy is," said Hermione. Harry groaned and she patted his hand sympathetically. "I doubt Crabbe or Goyle made it though."

"Great way to cheer someone up, 'Mione," Ron grumbled. She whacked his head and he decided to refrain from picking on her again.

Breakfast ended and the friends broke up for their classes. Hermione came along with Harry and Heero, as she had Potions with them. Harry spent the short walk wondering how bad this year would be. He couldn't help thinking Snape's antagonism would never get any less biting.

As they entered the familiar classroom, a few other students acknowledged them with curious looks, fear, even a few sneers. It was early enough that they could find a table to themselves and sat down, with Harry in the middle. The green eyed boy watched as his bodyguard gave the other students a look over, as if he were gauging their strengths, weaknesses, everything, and finding them all wanting. The three talked together as they waited for class to begin. Well, Hermione and Harry talked, telling jokes and making fun of the odd friends. Heero listened and filed information away for later use.

The door blasted open with a bang as Severus Snape entered his classroom, making his newest "student's" hand jump to a hidden weapon. Either not noticing or not caring, the Potions Master made his way to the front and whipped around, robes billowing about him menacingly.

"Before we begin another nauseating year of utter failures," he growled at them, "there are a few extremely important rules you will all follow. If you find you cannot, I will have you dropped from this class. Is that understood?"

Not a sound, but no one had dared disagree with him either. His narrow eyes took them all in before continuing.

"Good. First of all, there will be absolutely no horseplay nor will your wands be drawn at any time. The potions we will be brewing this year are all delicate and dangerous in ways you cannot possibly fathom." He paused, letting his harsh gaze settle on each one of them in turn. "Secondly, this is my class and I can turn any of you out for any reason I wish. Is that understood?"

A few gave weak nods.

"Excellent." Snape turned and began writing instructions upon the black board. Without pausing his hand or looking back, he spoke out, "Mr. Yuy, you will not be participating in this class until I have given you an examination. Move yourself beside my desk and do not move from there until class is over."

All eyes settled on the Japanese boy, but he simply stood and grabbed his bag before moving his chair beside the desk. He sat down, looking for all intents not to care, and pulled out a book. Gradually, the students turned their attention back onto the professor as Heero proceeded to read without a word.

Class went rather smoothly, as much so as any Potions class could. Snape made his way around, spitting out scathing remarks and quickly correcting others. Heero watched him over the edge of his book, studying the man. Harry has spoken of him a few times, but very little of it was good. The Japanese youth would make his own opinion about Professor Snape, his usefulness, and his danger.

The man was certainly dangerous. That much he knew, just by watching him move. Severus Snape had a liquid grace to him, like a predator incognito. Every movement, every small twitch, was under his complete control and knowledge. The man radiated power in a way Heero had only felt from certain Oz officials, and Lady Une. It was the self assured air, the knowledge that he was fully capable of handling anything thrown at him. Heero was almost envious.

The class ended without any explosions. Each student bottled their potions and labeled them for grading. Snape dismissed them with little more than a wave. As Heero got up, he felt the inky eyed gaze upon him.

"Mr. Yuy," drawled Snape as he sat down at his desk. "You are to report here at seven sharp each Monday and Thursday evening for potions instruction. This time will also double for your detentions for the first two weeks. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir."

Snape gave him a narrow look as he folded his hands. "You have been informed of the school rules?"

"Yes, sir."

"Know that you are just as susceptible to them as any student here, Mr. Yuy. If you break the rules, we will give you detention."

Heero gave him an odd look. For some reason, that phrase made him want to bust into a fit of laughter, and also sent a chill down his spine. He filed it away for later.

"You may go," Snape murmured. Heero went and joined up with Harry in their next class.

Too quickly it seemed, Heero got use to the monotony of school life. It was much like his time in the war, when he posed many times as a student, but this time he was actually trying to learn something. He followed Harry from class to class, paying attention though he wasn't to participate. Most of the teachers wanted to give him some remedial training before they allowed him to. His evenings were therefore booked for each class to get him up to speed.

The first week, Harry and Ron accompanied Heero down to each evening class, as their detentions were before them. They were met by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, so the hour was always filled with insult hurling, 'accidental' bumping, and other various annoyances. Each teacher kept a strict eye on them, as the six boys (or at least five of them,) were some of the most explosive in the school. Harry was actually surprised when the end of the week came and no one had to visit Madam Pomfrey.

It was at breakfast, three weeks into the term when the six boys' detentions had been served, that a startling article appeared in the Daily Prophet. Harry read it over Heero's shoulder.

"WOLF PACK MASSACRE
"By Rita Skeeter

"Earlier this week, a large pack of werewolves were found dead after the last full moon. Each body was half through transformation and mutilated, making experts suspect this was an act of magical violence..."

Harry read no more. He sat back, staring down at his food. Heero gave him an odd look, but Hermione and Ron understood as soon as they read.

"Don't worry, Harry," said Ron as he pat the other boy's shoulder. "Remus is fine. He doesn't run with a pack, remember?"

"Why don't you write a letter to him after classes today?" Hermione suggested as she set her hand over his. Harry nodded a little, but couldn't quell the sick feeling in his stomach.

After breakfast, they went on to class. Harry found himself distracted the whole day, messing up more than usual in his class. It was enough that McGonagall made him wait after class and asked if anything was wrong. He escaped from her as soon as possible and went on to his next class. Though he tried to pay attention, his mind still wandered. Something was wrong, he could feel it. The air seemed electrified with excitement.

This lasted for two days. The morning of the third day, when the owls were bringing the mail, a hawk suddenly flew through the Great Hall, screaming a chilling cry. Dumbledore stood as the hawk lowered near him and landed upon his arm. The Headmaster pulled the note from its leg and read. His face grew serious and he quickly spoke a word to McGonagall before leaving. The golden trio and their newest accomplice watched with confusion. Harry felt his stomach drop.

Half way through his first class, Advanced Charms, a student came in with a summons to the infirmary for his guard. Heero looked confused, but promised Harry to be back as soon as he could. With that, the Japanese youth was gone.

By lunch, with Heero still gone, Harry was extremely worried. He told Hermione and Ron about his bad feeling and the summons. After an extremely quick lunch, the trio sped off to the infirmary. As they reached for the door, an agonized scream ripped through the air. Harry felt a shiver run down his back and pushed the door open.

He spotted Heero immediately, bent over one of the beds and holding down a flailing body. On the other side was Wufei, doing the same. Madam Pomfrey switched between both, muttering spells and administering bandages and potions. The entire room smelled of blood. Harry covered his mouth tightly as another scream came from the form on the bed.

At last, the body stilled and the two boys let go, stepping back so that Pomfrey could work. He was as young as the rest of them, pale with long brown hair that fell off the sides of the bed in long tresses. His body was contorted in places, as if he were trying to transform into something else but couldn't quite make it. It came to Harry in a flash. This boy was one of the wolves from the paper.

Heero turned suddenly, noticing them. His blue eyes were guarded, but there was a noticeable pallor to his face.

"Potter," he greeted. His voice was extremely quiet. Harry nodded to him as Wufei looked over.

"It's good to see you," the Chinese youth said softly. "I wish it were under better circumstances..."

"Potter?" Madam Pomfrey said, noticing them for the first time. "Oh, all of you! Shoo! Mr. Yuy, Mr. Chang, I will call for you later. Now get out of my infirmary!"

There was no fighting with the medic. Even Heero's harshest glare didn't deter her. They were all shoved out the door, which swung closed behind them.

"Who was that, Heero?" Harry asked after a little while of standing around.

"A comrade," replied Wufei instead. He sighed softly, racking his hair back from his face. "The pack was attacked. I barely got him out of there..."

"You're a werewolf?"

Wufei shook his head. "No, I only stay with them during the moons. I'm immune to the virus."

"Immune? How can someone be immune to being a werewolf?" Ron asked with a blink. Hermione looked very thoughtful.

"I read about that once... Aren't people like you called Wolf Keepers?" she questioned.

"Sometimes," Wufei answered. His eyes strayed to the door again as a darkness crossed over his face. "It makes sense that Duo would need a keeper..."

Heero gave a little grunt of agreement. Wufei was quiet a moment, then looked at the three.

"You should get to your classes. We will handle this situation and inform you later of our friend's progress."

Harry tried to fight the decision, but a look from Heero finally convinced him.

"Stay with Maxwell," the blue eyed boy said quietly to Wufei before grabbing Harry's arm and dragging the boy off. Ron went after them but Hermione stayed back.

"I wanted to apologize," she said, barely able to meet the boy's eyes, "For my actions this summer..."

Wufei only nodded his acceptance. "I understand your reaction to me."

"I hope your friend ends up okay."

"He will." There was pride in his voice and eyes. "Duo is strong."

Hermione nodded and left.

Two days of nervous tension followed. Snape had been uncharacteristically absent, and a bumbling substitute tried to fill in his place, but it was obvious that the guy would never have the prowess their Potions Master did. Every other class failed to keep their attention as the four teenagers wondered about the boy laying in the infirmary.

Finally, Harry followed Heero, with Hermione and Ron, down to the infirmary. Wufei greeted them immediately.

"Any change?" Heero asked tensely. Wufei shook his head.

"Professor Snape is working on a restoring potion, but nothing else has happened..."

Harry stepped up to the bed and looked down at the boy. His ears were high on his head and furred, though they were more human shaped than wolf. His nose was darker than his skin and he could see the edges of sharp fangs peeking from under his lip. The arm that was settled above the sheet was darkly furred up to the elbow, his fingers stumped and clawed. Each intake of breath was harsh and loud, and sent a pained grimace over his face.

"What happened to him?" Harry asked softly.

"They came as the wolves were transforming," Wufei replied in a dark tone. "Before I could stop them, they hit every wolf with spell that stopped the transformation immediately. Many died minutes later as they tried to keep transforming, literally ripping their own bodies apart. I managed to stun Duo and brought him here, hoping Headmaster Dumbledore would help us. He agreed."

"What will happen if Snape can't help him?" asked Ron hesitantly. Wufei didn't answer, his dark eyes locked onto the boy's form. Heero took it up instead.

"He'll die," the Japanese boy murmured. Hermione heard the pain that he tried to hide and looked over Heero's face. She filed her findings away to think about later.

Suddenly, Duo's violet eyes snapped open as he jerked, giving out a pained cry. Immediately, the two Asians leaped to his side to hold him down as he began the thrash.

"It's all right, Duo! They're working on something to help you!" Wufei cried, nearly getting knocked in the head by one arm. The wolf only gave a ragged shout of "Oh God, it hurts!"

Madam Pomfrey ran out and shooed the trio out of her way as she set to working on calming the boy. It took a bit, but he finally stilled once more. Harry watched it all with wide eyes.

"There," Pomfrey said tiredly. "Thank you, boys... He should stay asleep for another few hours while Professor Snape works..."

"Thank you for the care," Wufei replied, dropping into a low bow. "My comrades and I are very grateful."

"Oh, stop that..." She pat his shoulder and went back to her office. Wufei sat back down beside the bed and reached over to brush a few wet bangs from Duo's forehead. Heero hurried the others out a moment later. Hermione stared back through the door as they left, watching as the Chinese boy took the other's hand in his and ducked his head, lips shifting as if he were in prayer. The door shut and she looked at Heero.

"They're lovers."

He froze, then slowly nodded. Ron stared.

"Lovers?" he asked with incredulity.

Harry had a sudden wave of horror course through him at the thought of Ron finding such a thing to be...

"Bloody hell," blinked the redhead with a look back towards the door. "I didn't notice a thing."

Harry blinked at him, as did Heero. Hermione smiled softly.

"It's a chick thing," she assured him. Ron scowled and folded his arms.

"You'd think I'd notice, what with Fred..."

"And George."

"WHAT!"

Hermione laughed and pat his arm. Ron sputtered for a minute before slapping himself in the forehead.

"Damn, I can't believe I missed it! He's always going out with Lee..."

"There, there," cooed Hermione as she led the still raving redhead off. Harry and Heero stared after them.

That evening, Heero was summoned to the infirmary again. Harry sat in the common room, trying to do an essay for potions that the substitute had assigned. Finally, he gave up and closed his book, turning to stare into the fire. Ron managed a few minutes more before he joined his friend. Hermione frowned at the both of them, but even she was too preoccupied for homework. They passed the time making small talk until even that couldn't keep them from wondering, so they lapsed into silence.

Other Gryffindors tried to find out why the Golden Trio was in such a funk, but they couldn't get a rise out of them and soon stopped trying. Worried glances and a few hushed words followed, but the three were in another world of thought. The hours passed and the Common Room slowly cleared out.

Finally, near midnight, Heero returned. The three jumped up from their chairs and went to him. When she saw the serious, tried look on his face, Hermione nearly cried.

"Is he...?" Harry couldn't finish. Heero closed his eyes and looked away.

"Professor Snape's potion..." He paused a little, swallowing to clear the lump from his throat. That pause forced the tears from Hermione's eyes.

"How is Wufei?" Ron asked quietly. Heero shook his head a little.

"He won't leave the bedside. He thinks Maxwell will wake up, but Pomfrey..." He sighed a little. "Pomfrey doesn't know if the potion will work. It might have been too late."

Harry stared down at the floor. Slowly, he spoke up. "When will we know?"

"If he hasn't awakened by morning, he won't," said Heero softly. His face tightened. "Excuse me."

With that, he pushed past the others and headed up for the dorm. Ron turned to comfort Hermione, pulling Harry into the embrace. Harry felt numb. He didn't know Duo, but he did know Wufei and Heero, and he hated the pain they were in. Heero didn't show it, but he knew the Japanese boy was hurting badly.

Eventually, the three went on to bed. They slept very little, each haunted by violet eyes and pained screams.

Heero laid with his back to the rest of the room, covers pulled up to his chin as he stared at the wall and wished for every thing he was that he could have stayed with his ailing comrade. Then he wished he could cry.

A/N: Okay guys, here ya go. New chap, all fresh and still with the wrapping on it.

I decided I'd do acknowledgements like I do in my other stories, since I'm bored today.

Acknowledgements:

L. Sage - There aren't? Okie dokie.
shinchansqirl - Who's Shin-chan? Anywho, I'm glad you like my Heero and yes, Harry's whimpy. Can't help it. But he'll get better, trust me. Herm's just trying to keep Harry safe in her odd way. And yeah, I used her as a plot device to instill ANGST into the story. Yesssss, my master plan....And late congrats on your exams!Yes, Duo and Wufei, as well as Quatre and Trowa and maybe a few others, will be making appearances through the story. Can't tell you when, but know they will.
Crazy - I got them right? WEEEEEEEE! I'm so happy you think so! I'm really trying!! And I'm really trying not to let bias change them either. WEEEE!
CuriousDreamWeaver - Yay! People like my story!!!! And I had a nice little laugh at the mental image that Dumbledore's intro gave me. Ah, don't you just love the smell ofhumiliation in the morning?
Ardent - Updated! Can I have my pat on the head now?
phychoditz - See, I keep finding HP/GW crossovers, but few of them aren't AU or are just...not very fun to read. I'm glad you like my characterizations! And don't worry, I'll be keeping this baby alive for a while.
Ja Rule - Did! Muhahahaha!
donna ficfan - Heh, I like your name. Actually, I don't think Heero would be in Slytherin. He's not the sneaky type, nor would be put his own safty above other's. Personally, I think he'd be a Gryffindor. Duo or Trowa are more suited for Slytherin, Trowa because he hides his secrets so well and his specialty is infiltration, or deception. Duo because of much the same reason, his ability to hide his true thoughts and feelings behind a joker's mask. Granted, Duo could also be a Gryffindor for his bravery and courage. Quatre's a ringer for Hufflepuff, and Wufei's more suited to Ravenclaw. But those are just my thoughts on the matter....
Jewelle2 - Here ya go, Doll-face!
Lachwen - Haha, such excitement! Yes, the other guys'll show up eventually.

Story Notes:
Um. None.