Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Crossover ❯ Parvati Patil ( Chapter 19 )

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

By: Ying_fa

Chapter 19

Parvati Patil was a pretty girl. A pretty half of a whole. Some people said that between Padma and her, they would only make one perfect person.

Sometime, while looking at the mirror of her conscience, she couldn't help but agree.

Mirror images are always opposites, after all, and she had never met someone as opposite to her as her own flesh and blood.

While Padma was the smart, cool and collected Ravenclaw, born and trimmed to fit the mold from which all their family had been cast, Parvati herself was the complete antithesis: more guts than brains, Gryffindor to her very core.

Even though she didn't have her sister's brains, Parvati had been smart enough to realize what was happening as the attack on the train commenced, and had known that if she was ever going to stand a chance, she had to remain near those more experienced than herself.

She had all but clung to Harry.

Hell, even the Slytherins admitted that the small Gryffindor was powerful and resourceful. Gryffindors knew that no matter what, Harry wouldn't let them down.

Thus, she had made it as close to him as she could get: into the compartment next to his.

Her hope had been proved truth and she soon enough found herself on her way to Hogwarts, sporting not even a scratch.

Entering the Great Hall, to find herself surrounded by a new battle, and one over which the red, snake-like eyes of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named feasted was not quiet what she had expected.

Harry, though, hadn't given anyone time to react. A movement of his wand, and Parvati had found herself flung back into the corridor. The doors closed with a resounding clang, and there was only darkness around her.

The two voices cursing from beside her had been unexpected, but welcomed.

-"What on earth is going on in this place?!?!?!?!?!"

-"Lumos."

The light from her wand allowed her to see her companions: the four boys that had been with the Gryffindors in the train. Her Ravenclaw friends were going to die out of envy if they found out she had ended up alone with them. That is, if they managed to keep themselves alive back there in the Great Hall.

With a shiver, she moved her eyes over the boys, checking them for injuries. Finding none, her mind began to wander, trying for dear life to figure out what to do. She felt like crying, after all this was Padma's department. She was only the pretty brave twit, not the brains of some sort of rescue operation.

-"Calm down, we'll help them."

The blonde with the kind eyes was standing beside her, a small comforting smile planted firmly on his face.

-"What do ya say we just storm the place, Quat?? There has to be some sort of weapons around here, right??? So we grab 'em and go at it."

The others looked at the braided boy with something akin to exasperation. Parvati thought about it.

Weapons.

Where can you find weapons in Hogwarts?

And why the bloody hell are they looking for weapons when she can clearly see that they have perfectly working wands in their pockets?!?!?!

She gave them her best "Duh!!" look and pointed to their wands.

-"You already HAVE weapons!"

The boys looked at their wands, and then at her.

-"Well. . . if you would bloody tell us HOW to use them!!!"

-"You don't know ANY magic?!?!"

The "Duh!!" look was now fixed firmly on three of their faces. The fourth, a tall boy with long bangs, simply looked at her with his only visible green eye.

-"Well. . . damn."

-"Indeed, Onna."

She blinked in incomprehension, but decided not to comment. Ok, back to the original problem: where do you get weapons in Hogwarts?? It's not as if she could send them after the Deatheaters with their bare hands, right?? Hell, she wouldn't even send Malfoy out like that, and she hated the git.

A glint of metal and she had her solution.

"Do you guys know how to use a sword?"

The raised eyebrows that got her, along with the decidedly cocky smirks had been her answer. The braided boy, though, sent a sheepish look towards his chinese companion, almost as if expecting him to suddenly explode. The chinese returned the look with a miffed one of his own. The other two just smiled.

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This had seemed like such a great idea at the time, but now, as she ran for her life, she was sure as hell never going to open her mouth to give ideas again.

Duo ran by her side, her hand firmly within the grasp of his only working hand. She had told him that hitting that thing was a baaaad idea, but had he listened?? Noooo. Thus the bruised, if not broken, hand.

The darkness around them was all but complete and, worst of all, that thing was gaining on them. Hell, she could already feel the slight wind that sword caused as it tried by all means to chop off her head.

She spun said head, just in time to see its armor glint as its arms raised again in preparation of the delivery of another blow.

-"Duck!!!"

Without thinking, she obeyed. Form behind her came the loud clang of a shoe against metal, and Trowa suddenly joined the race. Hanging from his hand came Quatre.

-"Where's Wu?"

-"We. . . lost. . . him. . .!"

-"A little out of breath, Q?"

The blonde didn't even deign that with an answer, more interested in kipping his breath.

Ok, so her plans really sucked. It had seemed so easy!! Walk up to any of the suits of armor that were strewn all over the castle and take its sword. How hard could it be, right??

Well, as it turned out. . . REALLY hard.

For one, the whole castle seemed to be changing. The once cheery corridors and the moving staircases were no more. Darkness seemed to have crawled into Hogwarts' very core, and it had quiet obviously corrupted it. The paintings were now grotesque views of a twisted world and the suits of armor were not as nice as they had once been.

THAT was probably the understatement of the year.

The boys, as it turned out, knew quiet a bit of martial arts. Coupled with the magic they were sure to learn, it would make them formidable opponents. But as things stood now, weapon-less and magic-less, she was being realistic enough to see that they would stand no chance should they return to the Great Hall.

Three more blows in quick succession and an odd glint appeared into Duo's eyes.

-"Ok, I'm sick of this. Tro, catch!"

Parvati didn't even get the chance to wonder what he planed to throw before she found herself propelled towards the other boys. Her eyes, though, were still locked on Duo, and thus she saw clearly how he turned towards the armor and fell into a fighting stance.

He avoided to blows in quick succession and flung himself forward to retaliate. The steel toes of his boot made a loud clang as they crashed against the armor, bouncing off of it without leaving a single scratch.

The move, though, left him unbalanced and vulnerable to the sword that was now directed at his chest.

Duo's seemingly frail arm came up, in a vain attempt at deflecting what was sure to be a mortal blow and Parvati couldn't help but scream in horror at the sight. . .

And the sighed in relief as a huge sword appeared between flesh and metal, blocking the blow.

The chinese guy, Wufei if she was correct, seemed to have, somehow, gotten his hands on a sword as long as he was tall. She recognized the patterns engraved on it to be Celtic, but couldn't for the life of her remember what that kind of sword was called.

Duo moved away from the new combatants and began a quick check of his injuries. Once satisfied, he stepped up to the perimeter of the fight, waiting for a chance to interfere.

The dark-haired boy, meanwhile, had been taking swings at the armor, but it was easy to see that the incredible weight of the sword was slowing him down. . . making him look even clumsy. And leaving him open more that protecting him.

Parvati could have kicked herself as she remembered that she had a wand and that she could have used magic a long while ago and stopped this idiocy. Rising her wand, just as the armor went to deliver its next blow she threw an Impedimenta at it.

The armor froze for a second. . . Wufei moved out of its way. . . Duo moved towards the things back to deliver a new blow. . .

And out of nowhere several spells hit the teens.

Parvati found herself on her knees, barely clinging to consciousness. Deatheaters appeared around several nearby corners and conjured ropes to tie them up. The armor looked very smug, if such a thing could even manage to convey that sort of emotion, let alone feel it.

Mobilicorpus was used on each of them, and she felt like crying as she realized they were being dragged back towards the Great Hall, defenseless as newborn kittens.

What little hope they had had of helping the others was gone. . . for now.

She watched as the hug doors gave them access and swore to herself that she would keep on trying, hoping. They were all now in the shoes of a certain green-eyed someone. Hell, for the first time she understood what must have happened on the day Diggory died, and also, for the first time, she realized that the hat was right.

Gryffindors never give up.

They never surrender.