Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Crossover ❯ MInerva McGonagall ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 4

Minerva McGonagall, transfigurations expert and deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, was (at the moment) not a happy lady. She understood the importance of this mission, but damnit, it was Hagrid's job to find out why students hadn't received their letters, not hers.

She should be back at Hogwarts, not scampering (in cat form) through the slums of L1. Still, with Hagrid away on his own mission, someone had to come find the troublesome boy.

The tracking spell had led her into this part of the colony, and (bloody hell!) she wasn't leaving without the boy.

Male voices assaulted her sensitive ears and she ducked into the nearest hid hole she could find.

<Oh, hell. Of all things… I'm definitely getting a shower as soon as I can get out of this hellhole!!!>

-"Well, what did ah tell ya? He's a hell of a good fuck, ain't he?"

-"An expensive one, at that. Some of the guys won't be fucking nothing for the rest of their lives, you know?"

-"Ah still think it was damn worth it. Asses like that don't grow on trees, ya know?"

Both men chuckled as they left the alley.

McGonagall remained hidden for a little longer, hoping that they wouldn't return. She really didn't want to face the likes of them in her life.

After a while, she left her hiding spot (in a dumpster) and moved further into the alley. At the very end she found a door, the only one in the dirty side street. After a cautious look around herself, she returned to her human form and tried the door. An `Alohomora' later, she was making her way into a dark, bare room.

-"Lumos."

The faint light allowed her to see a door in the far corner. Beyond that was a corridor, with doors lining both walls. Most of them were open, except the one to her far right (which would make it one of the rooms on the back of the building). With careful movements, she made her way towards the door. Upon opening it she found, not the room she expected, but two ancient looking staircases. The one going upwards was halfway to collapsing, so she took the one that went down.

At the end she came to a damp, dungeon-like basement that had obviously not been cleaned in a long time.

For a second McGonagall considered going back, but the tracking spell was still working and it was telling her that the person she was looking for was nearby.

With a muttered curse (one that would probably get her a surprised cheer from some of her Gryffindors) she moved forward. She had come this far, might as well finish what she had begun.

At the end of the corridor she was in, she could see what was clearly a cell (which gave the dungeon theory even more weight).

As she approached, she could hear an uneven and painful breathing. In a corner of the tiny, bared room, she could see a small, slim figure. Clothes were missing, and she could clearly see that the boy had been starved and terribly abused.

-"You're not one of them."

The voice was raspy, and she flinched at the thought of what had caused the child's throat to be so sore. Probably screaming.

The boy raised his head from where it rested against the wall and gazed at her with empty, ancient-looking eyes. And yet, she could still see his will, the defiance in his expression that told her he was far from broken.

-"No, I'm not. I'm here for you."

He arched an eyebrow and asked, in obvious mockery:

-"Shin no tenshi?"

At her obvious confusion, he turned away and murmured softly:

-"I guess not. Not even the angel of death would want me now."

-"Ah, so that's what it means. Sorry to disappoint you child, but I'm as mortal as you are and. . . "

-"I doubt it."

-"I beg your pardon?"

-"We're not the same, you and I. I'd have to say you're better off."

McGonagall gazed at him levelly. She didn't quiet understand what the child meant with that, but she knew that they didn't have time to play twenty questions.

-"Alohomora."

The boy's eyes widened as the door opened.

-"Could you do that with this chains? I tried breaking them, but they are gundanium and…"

He had been extending slender wrists in her direction, but quieted as she tapped the chains with her wand to release him.

He immediately tried to stand up, but his muscles refused to cooperate.

-"Good heavens, child!! How long have you been here?!"

-"A very long time."

The bitterness in his voice quieted her on that subject.

-"Hmmm, could you…?"

Slender hands motioned to his nude body and McGonagall could feel herself blush.

-"Oh, yes… of course. Vestimentia!"

A pair of jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers.

-"That ought to do."

-"Thanks."

The both stood there, uncertain of what to do next.

-"Do you trust me?"

Dark eyes inspected her quizzically.

-"I guess."

Now that wouldn't do.

-"I need you to trust me. I can get us out faster if you do, or we'll have to try our chances out there."

The boy gave her that searching look again and nodded.

McGonagall immediately extended her hand for him to take.

-"Now what?"

-"Now… we apparate."

With a pop, they were gone.