Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Crossover ❯ Wufei Chang ( Chapter 15 )

Chapter 15

Wufei had managed to keep himself calm and collected during the whole trip from L1 (little, and very accidental, mishaps not withstanding), had even managed not to murder Maxwell before a ship full of innocent bystanders. . . but locking him in tight quarters with Maxwell (and quiet a few others) and expecting him to be levelheaded and rational was overdoing it.

He was used to fighting, to facing danger heads-on and relaying only on his own capabilities to make it through. . . this whole "magic" business was going to break havoc in his life, he just knew it.

After sending the feathered ball of to deliver a S.O.S., they had all made a rather rushed war council: it was quiet a bit obvious that they would never make it to the nearest door without many of them being injured (if not killed). It was also noticeable that most of the "children" (he just couldn't bring himself to think of them as equals, at least not in this kind of situation) had no experience when it came to battle situations. Thus, they were stuck.

The best idea that they had managed had been reached thanks to a consensus between the bushy-haired girl (who said her name was Hermione) and the blond boy (a rather impolite one. . . he would have been down right annoying, but Duo Maxwell held the title of "King of all that is annoying" and, thus, the kid was out of the running). The idea (building a set of wards, as powerful and close to one another as possible) had been set to practice (With much to chanting, in Wufei's opinion).

At least the wards had held, for a while. But Wufei could somehow feel that they were slowly crumbling under the pressure of all the magic output going on outside the door.

The battle there was raging, and he couldn't help but feeling even more angry at the thought of his katana, left inside his trunk and thus now out of his reach, and the people he would have been able to save had he had it. But his fellow pilots had stopped him from jumping into the melee unarmed in order to keep him from being killed. . . Damnit!!!!

The screaming had stopped in most of the train, except around the compartment they were in. Deatheaters (as he had learned their enemies were called) were torturing the students they had managed to catch, and their victims shrill screams were the only sound left. Nightmares would come, with what was happening just a thin glass-made door away as main theme, he was sure, and they would mock their inability to help those that needed them. Of all the stupid things they had done during the war, being caught unarmed had been the only one none of them had incurred in. How he wished Yuy were here, the japanese was a walking armory! Although, how he managed to keep so many weapons on his person was still a mystery. . .

Anyway, and much to his chagrin, between the lot of them, all they had was a magical gun, a small throw-able dagger and a pocket knife. Now, if one was that McGyver guy, then one would be able to achieve everything with his trusty pocketknife. . . but as none of them were even related to the guy (as far as he knew) they were in rather the sticky position. Also, they all had wands, but the pilots had little to no idea of how to use them, and they couldn't very well trust their very inexperienced companions to use whatever magic they knew to get them out of the train, and. . .

Loud thumping noises coming from outside the doors distracted Wufei from his internal monologue, and brought his attention back to the matters at hand. . . just in time to see one of the Deatheaters impact the wall opposite their door. The man's throat had been slit, in a rather professional looking manner, and blood was dribbling down his body as he struggled to breath. His efforts were useless, as Wufei well knew, and soon the man had collapsed into a bloody tangle of limbs. Only then did the chinese boy realize that there were other bodies piled up underneath the man, and that blood was beginning to puddle everywhere in the corridor. That meant there were quiet a few corpses outside their door and in the surrounding area.

A black cloaked figure suddenly streaked past the door, they heard the sound of a brief fight, and another body dropped before this line of sight. Several stab wounds, a huge slash from shoulder to hip and a broken neck testified to the man's death status.

Silence descended over the train for a second, and then the same cloaked figure as before streaked past their door again and exited through a nearby window. Using his companions distraction, Wufei ripped himself out of Winner and Maxwell's hold on him and marched himself to the door. It opened upon his touch, and he immediately closed it behind himself. Magic or no magic, he was a warrior and could protect himself. That didn't mean he was going to let other die beside him, though.

The corridor was the scenario of a rather chilling bloodshed. Whomever that cloaked guy had been, he was a professional. Non of the students seemed to have come to harm at his hands, but the Deatheaters that had been in attendance were all death. He was ankle deep in blood, and could see it streaked through the walls, windows and ceiling. A massacre, without a doubt. He sure didn't want to see that guy again, no matter how helpful he'd been.

A soft noise from behind him alerted him to his fellow pilots' presence in the corridor.

-"Don't let them come out."

-"I have no intention of doing that, Wu."

If he answered to that, they would get sidetracked. . . as usual.

A brief check of the bodies revealed no weapons, and he could hear people coming their way. The foursome took defensive positions (as best as they could) in the corridor and waited.

A minute later, the greasy-haired professor appeared, carrying with him his rather limp-looking female counterpart.

-"What happened?"

No beating around the bush, ne? Winner took over the task of explaining, as they returned to looking for anything that could possibly constitute a weapon.

Meanwhile, their other companions had made it out of the compartment and, after several sickness episodes between the lot, they had begun moving the injured into the compartment.

-"The wards are still working, so they should be safe, Professor."

Hermione didn't even wait for the man to comment, and had moved away to continue helping. The man, though, wasn't paying attention to her. His eyes were locked on the pilots, as if they were a puzzle he was trying to solve.

-"You four have training."

-"A bit."

At least Maxwell's brain wasn't as damaged as it usually seemed.

-"Then you will help me. Granger, keep them calm and don't let them leave this cart. Understood?"

Hermione nodded, a tad reluctant, and the man all but charged down the hall.

-"What do you need us to do, professor?"

Leave it to Winner to be polite but demanding.

-"As a matter of fact, Mister. . . "

-"Winner, sir. Quatre Winner. These are Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell and Wufei Chang."

Wufei barely kept himself from growling. Why must everyone he ever met change his name? He was Chang Wufei, not Wufei Chang, damnit!

-"Very well. . . Mister Winner. I have to ask of you that you beat me up."

Quatre chocked.

-"I beg your pardon?!"

-"You will do as you are told, Winner. I have no time to explain."

The blonde hesitated, looked at each of the pilots and, as Wufei expected, nodded. They could all see that there was something amiss and, if they wanted to find out what it was, they had to follow through with whatever was needed.

Ten minutes later, Snape was running out into the woods (sporting a rather nice collection of injuries, if Wufei said so himself) and they were making their way back towards where they had left their fellow students.

Three extra adults had arrived since they'd been gone, and they were introduced as Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall and a nurse, Madam Poppy Pomfrey. Transportation had been arranged for all the students left in the area, and for the injured Deatheaters (if there were any left).

After seeing them to the carriages (horseless carriages, of all things) the adults had left, in search for the rest of the student body. There were quiet a few children missing, by what they understood, and the adults were afraid that they were being hunted through the woods.

The ride had been a quiet affair, until they had reached the castle. Quatre's sisters had told him a lot about Hogwarts, and the blonde pilot had obviously been looking forward to his first view of the magnificent building. The four thus poked their heads out of the carriage's windows and twisted their necks up at the grand structure coming up ahead. In the darkness, and with every single light on, Hogwarts castle was truly breathtaking. The even managed to catch the vague impression of an inky black lake beneath the cliff on which the castle laid.

Even after all that had happened since their arrival to England, they all were unable to keep small gasps (or squeal, whichever the case) of surprise at their view.

Hermione, Harry and Ron were waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs leading into the castle, with the silver-eyed blonde standing a few yards away. They didn't seem to like each other, even if the blonde had been rather helpful back on the train.

-"Let's go, guys. We'll guide you to the Great Hall."

Hermione looked tired, and yet she still managed a tiny smile. Her nervousness shone through, though, as she couldn't keep back a "I hope everyone will be OK".

The people walking in front of them to the massive doors ahead were talking quietly to each other, trying to piece together as much of the occurrences as they could. The doors opened as the first students reached them, and they all began making their absentminded way into the Hall. That is, until Harry, walking to Wufei's left, gave out a loud cry and clamped one of his hands to his forehead. Ron immediately turned concerned eyes to his friend, but the other boy didn't notice. His green eyes were locked on the table at the very end of the room, were a sitting figure dressed in black seemed to be holding court with those around him.

-"Voldemort. . ."

Wufei's eyes locked on the figure, attention immediately arrested. It seemed that the Dark Wizard everyone seemed to fear, Lord Voldemort, had finally achieved what he had been told was impossible.

He had finally breached Hogwarts.