My Sanctuary

The first and only thing Heero became aware of was a dull ache that filled his entire body. He felt as if his body weighed a thousand pounds, but strangely he also felt as if he wasn’t part of it, his mind floating freely above the heaviness. Slowly he felt himself sink into his body, and, as he became more aware of the pain, it sharpened considerably. He moaned softly and raised his arm, feeling strangely fragile, brittle.

“Mr. Yuy.” The sharp reprimand made his eyes fly open in startled surprise. “Kindly refrain from moving if you don’t want me to restrain you. You’re going to do more damage to those limbs than you already did.” The voice was sharp, authoritative and feminine, having the familiar tone of a nurse or doctor. Only a nurse dared talk to him that way.

His limbs…dimly he realized why he felt so odd and fragile, and his eyes closed as a pain sharper than that in his body filled his heart. His bones had been shattered one by one and the entire process had been filmed for the world to see. Heero had been well aware at the time what such footage would do to Duo and had prayed that Wufei or Trowa would have the good sense to ensure Duo and Quatre did not have to witness it.

Why hadn’t he died? The damage had been great enough and he was almost certain that so many rib fractures should have punctured SOMETHING vital, how the hell had he survived? Most importantly…had Duo seen? Panic filled Heero. He didn’t want Duo to see him this way, he didn’t want to have to see the pain in Duo’s amethyst eyes every time he looked at him where once there had been only loving pleasure. That Duo would smile bravely and insist that they would go on even with his body mangled was a given to Heero…he knew Duo’s nature too well, knew that his braided lover would be highly insulted if he thought anything else. The panic grew. He would be a burden and a heartache to Duo for the rest of his miserable existence…and he was sure it would be a long one…fate was obviously against him.

Dear gods... His mind whispered frantically. …if this is punishment for the child and her dog, I’m sorry. You know how sorry I am. Please don’t punish him too.

He didn’t even realize that he was crying until the first salty drop ran down his cheek. Absently, he reached up to brush it hurriedly away, his mind too bleak to notice that he was using a limb that he shouldn’t have been able to so much as move. “Mr. Yuy!” The sharp feminine voice reprimanded again. “How do you expect to grow those bones back if you keep moving? Now really, do I have to dump a sleep potion down your throat to keep you from moving?!”

Grow…his bones back? Heero’s eyes flew open again, as his previous motions suddenly made sense in his mind. He had moved…his arm? But it had been shattered…he stared dumbly at his limb. It still felt distressingly fragile, as did his torso…but it was undeniably THERE, whole and usable. Had they rebuilt him with something steel maybe? Who…how…he didn’t recognize the female glaring down at him. A specialist?

“You’re awake.” He turned his head and saw a familiar head of messy black hair, sunkissed skin and tired green eyes behind a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. The wizard Harry Potter smiled tiredly at him. “Duo will be ecstatic. He was sure you weren’t going to wake up. We ended up having to sedate him after Madame Pomfrey removed your bones.”

“Removed my…” Heero felt numb. He stared at Harry in shock. “…bones?” He focused on his legs. They looked like sacks of mush, shapeless and floppy.

Harry nodded apologetically. “Yeah…the damage was too great. It would be simpler and less painful for you if we simply regrew them rather than try to fix them internally. Too many bone shards.”

Heero stared dumbly at Harry. “How long…”

Harry smiled slightly. “A few hours. I removed your bones and Madame Pomfrey did some fast work on you internally to keep you alive. You took a bad beating.” He settled down in a chair beside Heero’s bed. “The bruising should be gone though, and the cuts are healed. This time tomorrow you’ll be walking around.”

Heero felt an overwhelming sense of unreality settle over him. He knew he should be feeling grateful, but felt more as if he was dreaming. This was a dream…a cruel dream. He would wake up soon and reality would come crashing in on him. Rather than answer, he looked around. He was in a stone room, torches lighting up the room at every interval, the windows showing that it was late evening and probably storming outside from the lack of natural light. Beds lined the walls on either side of him, and as he inclined his head slightly, he could see that they lined the other side of the room as well. His heart leaped as he caught sight of Duo’s prone form in the bed on his right side, Wufei sitting asleep in a chair beside him, Duo’s hand in his own. Just beyond them he could make out Trowa and Quatre sharing a bed, and became aware of the familiar sleeping patterns of his friends. “Duo? Is he all right?”

Harry bit his lip. “He got hysterical when I removed your bones. We had to pour a sleeping potion down his throat. Wufei sat beside him until he passed out. He’ll be asleep until tomorrow. I’ll move Wufei to a bed in a little while, I was going to check on you before doing it.”

A sleeping potion? Something clicked in Heero’s mind as it became clearer with each calm word out of Harry’s mouth. “Where are we?!” He demanded.

Harry looked directly back at him. “Hogwarts castle. I go to school here. Madame Pomfrey is one of the finest healers on the planet.”

Heero narrowed his eyes. “So…we’re here after all. Was this your plan? Be the big hero?”

Harry responded as if slapped, defensive anger filling his green eyes. Heero had been well trained to recognize liars…and he felt his heart begin to hammer as he realized that Harry was far too tired and too earnest to lie. “Don’t be stupid. My intention was to locate you, rescue you, stop them from blowing up the space station, get you home and start a basic healing that they could finish after I left. I didn’t intend on them breaking every bone in your body. I can’t heal that myself! For all I knew your lungs were pierced by bone shards and you were slowly dying! I gave the others a choice…I could try to contact the wizards in your time and pray that the magical hospital was still open or I could take you all back with me and my godfather could help us get to a healer I KNEW could handle your injuries.”

Heero was stunned for a moment. “They…LET you rescue me?” He wasn’t sure if he was grateful or if he wanted to murder his fellow pilots.

Harry looked frustrated. “Not really. I didn’t give them much of a choice. I knew I could do it. Duo looked suicidal, you know he passed out when I brought you back? The others made a choice and here you are.”

Heero paused. “Thank you.” He said awkwardly. “You didn’t have to.”

Harry gave him a dry look. “Yes, I did.”

The rest remained unspoken, but Heero was aware of Harry’s position. Harry didn’t believe in leaving anyone behind. After a long moment he sighed. “And are we going with you on your quest?”

Harry glanced sharply around, his green eyes focusing on the room around him before he relaxed. “Do me a favor and don’t talk about it after this. I’d rather not let people know what I’m about to do.” He released a long breath. “No. You’re not forced to do anything. When you’re healed, my godfather and Headmistress McGonnagall can probably get you home again without too much trouble. I’ll probably get in trouble for bringing you back with me, but I’ll take my chances. You’re free to go as soon as you can move without busting a bone.”

Heero thought about that for a long moment. He could see the truth behind those intense green eyes…Harry would NOT force them to help him, as far as the wizard was concerned, they were going home. “Why?” He asked quietly before he could stop himself. Why had Harry helped them? He had to have been upset that they had refused his request, so why had he done it? What did he have to gain?

Harry gave him a tired look. “My friends think I have a hero complex. My old Potions master would probably say that I was doing it to manipulate you into coming back with me. A favor for a favor.” Heero looked at him and Harry’s lips quirked. “I did it because it was the right thing to do. I knew I could get you out without hurting anyone or myself in the process. It was worth it.”

Heero didn’t bother replying…there wasn’t much to say. He only nodded slightly to show that he understood. The silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of a door opening and closing, and the sharp female voice again filling the room. “Mr. Potter! I thought I told you to get some rest!”

Harry grinned tiredly in reply, and Heero found himself liking that smile in spite of himself. It was real, genuine and confident. “He woke up. I was explaining a few things to him.”

The nurse pursed her lips and gave them both a disapproving look. “Mr. Yuy, I’m going to give you another sleeping draft otherwise you’ll be up all night in pain as your bones harden and the new ones start to grow in your legs.” She pulled two vials out of a cabinet and bustled over to him. “Take this first.” She handed him a bottle.

Harry grimaced. “It tastes awful.”

Heero eyed the bottle. “What’s in it?”

Harry grinned. “You don’t want to know. It’s skele-gro. It’ll help you rebuild everything from the waist down.”

Heero paused and tossed back his head, downing the contents. What did he have to lose? It seemed pointless to worry about poison at this point…Harry had earned his trust. He grimaced. The nurse handed him another bottle. “Half for you and half for Mr. Potter. It’s a sleeping draft.”

Harry grimaced and took the bottle after Heero handed it to him. “Cheers.” He tipped it back and sighed. “Let me put Wufei to bed or he’s going to wake up with one heck of a backache.” He raised his wand and glanced sideways at Heero. “Wingardium Leviosa.” Heero watched with interest and a small measure of distrust as Wufei’s body slowly raised into the air and lowered down into the bed on his left.

Heero wanted very badly to remain awake, to move over and lay beside the pale form of Duo beside him, but his eyes were already growing heavy and his body felt lethargic. He sank back into the pillow and was certain he had never felt one so deep before. Harry crossed the room and lay down on one of the beds on the other side. “See you tomorrow, Heero.” He said tiredly. “Sleep well.”

“You too.”

0 0 0

Duo woke with the sun, and for a moment, had no earthly clue where he was. The bed was soft and comfortable, but the blanket over him did not smell right. The ROOM didn’t smell right for that matter. Tiredly he reached for Heero but found only the side of the bed. Alarmed, Duo sat up quickly and instantly became disoriented as he gazed around at an entirely unfamiliar room. Stone and brightly lit with many windows, it was a cheerful sort of room…but he could tell instantly that it was a medical wing of a building. He frowned slightly and tried very hard to remember.

He remembered the tension in Harry’s face as Harry brought Heero’s broken body back to the ship. He could remember blackness coming for him. He could vaguely remember screaming as someone did…something…but that was all. The frown deepened. Duo disliked holes in his memory, and frankly he disliked this room as well. He was used to waking up in strange rooms he couldn’t remember walking into in the first place…but it had been years since the war, and frankly, he preferred the normalcy of waking up in his own bed.

Quatre caught his eye as he looked over. The blond Arab was seated in a chair in a bed between Duo and Heero. Duo leaped up. “Heero?”

Quatre smiled slightly and Duo could see the relief in his blue eyes. “Asleep. Probably drug induced from the look of it.” Quatre met Duo’s eyes squarely. “He’s all right, Duo.”

Duo bit his lip, the relief nearly breaking him as it washed over him. Heero was alive. He was okay. Duo could see that his body no longer looked broken but healthy, if not a little fragile and smaller than Duo remembered. Even as he watched, Heero’s face changed expression. Duo sat back down heavily, his legs no longer supporting him. He could see his own feeling mirrored in Quatre’s eyes.

Glancing around, Duo spotted a tussled black head across the room. “Harry?”

Quatre nodded. “Also asleep. Trowa and Wufei checked on him before speaking with the nurse. They’re getting breakfast.”

Duo’s eyes were locked on Heero’s face again and the relief was killing him. He trembled with the force and knew that he should have been paying attention to Quatre’s words, but was having problems focusing on anything but Heero. “I’m sorry, Q-Ball.”

Quatre touched his shoulder. “I understand. I would feel the same way if it was Trowa.”

Duo hugged his knees to his chest as he reached up to undo his hair, surprised to find it already unbraided. “What happened?”

Quatre sighed. “You fainted and knocked your head against the side of the door of the ship. It wasn’t anything but a minor hit but Madame Pomfrey the nurse here healed up the knot before it could bother you.”

Duo pulled his hair back and began to braid it. He glanced sideways at the sleeping wizard. “This is Harry’s world isn’t it?”

Quatre nodded. “You don’t remember coming?”

Duo frowned. He didn’t really remember anything other than Heero. “No.” He paused. “So…did we agree to help him?” That the others made a decision without him didn’t bother Duo much. He didn’t particularly care one way or the other...and wouldn’t care until Heero woke up. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind, he was excited about the idea of being in Harry’s time. The wizard had done more than earn Duo’s trust, he had earned Duo’s life. Duo would protect Harry until there wasn’t breath left in his body.

Quatre shook his head. “Harry brought us back to heal Heero. We haven’t made any decisions about if we’re staying to help him or not.” Quatre paused and Duo could see his own feelings reflected in the blue. “…though I think we will.”

Duo nodded and opened his mouth, but was cut off as Wufei and Trowa walked back in, both looking slightly uneasy as a group of short creatures followed them, each laden with a tray of food. The creatures wore what appeared to be towels, all of them with pointed ears and round eyes. They bowed as they placed the trays onto one of the empty beds. “What…” Quatre’s eyes were wide.

On any other day Duo would have laughed himself silly to see the astonishment on the faces of his fellow pilots. Today all he could do was smile slightly. “House elves.” Trowa supplied. “They were in the kitchen when we were pointed there. They’re very helpful.”

“We is proud to serve the young masters!” An elf piped up as if on cue. “Please come back if you need anything else!”

There was a murmur of agreement from the other elves, and this noise pulled Heero and Harry out of sleep. Harry yawned and glanced around. “Excellent.” He murmured. “Breakfast.”

Heero stared bemusedly at the elves, as if he thought the whole thing was a dream. Duo stared into the dazzling blue eyes and threw himself out of bed, only to have Quatre block his way. “He’s still growing his bones back…” He glanced at Harry for confirmation.

Harry got out of bed and wobbled slightly, but steadied himself and walked over to pick up one of the trays. “Hotcakes.” He said with utter satisfaction. He glanced at Duo and then at Heero, appraising Heero’s legs seriously. “Right. They won’t be in fully for another five or so hours. He didn’t take that last dose until about midnight.”

Duo met Heero’s eyes over Quatre’s shoulder, and carefully moved past the blond to sit beside his lover on the bed. Heero’s arms slipped around him, and Duo clung to him, his eyes closed. Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably before nodding to the other trays. “There’s food.” He said awkwardly, as if knowing that Duo would have cheerfully wished them all away.

“Later.” Heero whispered into his ear, sending shivers up his spine.

Duo obediently got up and walked toward the food, though he desperately wanted to remain where he was. He picked up two trays and walked them back, sitting beside Heero on the bed. “Where ARE we?”

“Hogwarts.” Harry replied, looking more cheerful now that he was contemplating his breakfast. “It’s where I’m going to school. My godfather helped me bring you here. The hospital wing is one of the finest in the world.”

Duo looked at Harry for a long moment, wordlessly thanking him. Harry quirked a smile in reply and looked embarrassed, making Duo like him more. Harry blushed and Duo snorted.

“So this is your world.” Quatre murmured, cutting a piece of his pancake and eating slowly.

Harry smiled slightly. “Yes.” He agreed. “This is it.” He paused and sighed. “I’m sorry…I know you didn’t want to come back here…”

“Don’t apologize.” Duo ordered, leaning against Heero’s arm slightly, unwilling to relinquish all physical contact. “You saved Heero.” Duo looked at his fellow pilots defiantly. “I vote we stay.” He owed Harry and Duo Maxwell was a man who paid his debts.

Heero leaned back into him. “You shouldn’t have come after me.” He murmured. Ignoring Duo’s cold look, he looked down. “…but I’m glad you did.” He looked up into Harry’s eyes. “You earned my trust.”

Harry was turning redder and redder. Obviously he was not only unused to but unappreciative of their attention. Quatre and Trowa exchanged a glance and Duo watched them speak silently before Quatre turned to Wufei. “Up to you, Wufei…what do you think?”

Wufei looked at Harry for a long moment, and his expression was thoughtful. Harry’s face turned redder beneath his calm gaze and he regarded Wufei like a wild animal suddenly caught in a beam of light. “We’re already here.” Wufei finally murmured. “It would be honorable to repay the debt.”

Harry opened his mouth and Duo could see the argument in his face. “Green-Eyes…” He cut in before Harry could speak. Harry blinked at him, and Duo winked. “…shut up and eat your breakfast.”

Duo wanted to kiss Quatre when the blond asked Harry if the wizard could give them a tour of the castle. He could tell that Quatre was doing it for him, and Duo knew he would have to come up with a way to repay the blond pilot. Sometimes it was irritating when the quiet Arab read him that well…other times he was sure that Quatre’s Space Heart was a gift from the god he briefly knew through the church he had grown up in.

Duo wrapped his arms around Heero the moment that Harry led them out of the door, and he clutched his lover to him as hard as he dared to, mindful of Heero’s bones. “Hee-chan…” He whispered.

Heero’s arms slid around his shoulders, and Heero buried his face into Duo’s hair. If he noticed that Duo hadn’t washed it in over 24 hours and it was probably greasy and gross, he didn’t say anything. “Duo…god, Duo…I thought I lost you.”

Duo was laughing and he was pretty sure that he was crying too. Normally the thought of crying in front of Heero would give him a migraine…but this time Duo didn’t care WHO saw he was crying. “Don’t you EVER do something like that again!” Duo whispered. “You scared the HELL out of me.”

Heero’s arms tightened around him. He made no promises, only clutched Duo to his chest, and Duo was grateful for the truth in his silence. They were going to help Harry against a powerful dark wizard and then they were going home. There would be more danger, there would be possible death. Heero would make no promises he couldn’t keep, and Duo was grateful for it even if he badly wanted to hear such a promise.

“Duo…” Heero kissed his throat and Duo whimpered softly, melting into the touch. “…I love you. Never forget that.”

Duo nodded. “I love you too, Hee-chan.” He murmured, meaning it wholeheartedly. “Are you angry that we came for you?”

Heero paused and Duo could tell he was seriously thinking it through. After a moment he shook his head. “I should be…you all know better than that…but I’m not.”

“Harry didn’t exactly give us much choice.” Duo murmured happily, yelping softly as Heero’s fingers slipped up his shirt to touch the skin beneath. “Not that I fought him hard on it.”

Heero nodded. “I owe Harry my life.”

Duo raised his arms to allow Heero to push his shirt up over his head. It wouldn’t get any farther than this with Heero still in bed, but it was comforting to them both to feel bare skin, to see for themselves that the body beside them was unhurt. “I owe him mine too.” Duo whispered.

Heero gave him an odd look and Duo unbuttoned the pajama shirt Heero wore. How Heero had gotten into flannel pajamas was a mystery to Duo, and he would laugh hysterically at Heero later when he was calmer. “You…” He whispered. “ARE my life, Heero.”

Duo was silenced by the pair of lips that found his own. All thoughts swept from his mind at the first brush of Heero’s tongue against his lips, and Duo happily lost himself to oblivion.

0 0 0

The castle was beautiful. Normally Wufei would have viewed such a massive establishment as unnecessarily opulent as one of Quatre’s dwellings, but he found himself charmed in spite of his misgivings by the structure. The lines of the castle were old fashioned and no effort whatsoever had been made to bring it into the next century. Torches graced the walls or candles glowed inside of smaller lamps, the doors wooden. It made Wufei feel as if he had stepped even farther back in time than a mere 400 years. “How many people live here on average?” Quatre asked with polite interest as they followed Harry into the Great Hall.

Wufei was stunned to see that the ceiling overhead was the overcast sky of the world outside, and a light rain was falling, descending into the room about halfway before vanishing as if it had never been. Harry followed their amazed gazes, looking startled, then his face relaxed into a wry smile. “I always forget how this place looks to new people. The roof is spelled to look like the sky outside.” He explained with a smile. “The teachers sit over that way, most of the time they stay on full time. The students sit out over these four tables.”

Wufei glanced around the massive room. “So this is a boarding school.” Trowa confirmed, his eyes still on the sky.

“Mmm.” Harry agreed. “Thank God.” He led them out of the Great Hall and toward the staircases.

“The portraits are moving!” Quatre gasped as Harry led them up the steps.

Harry smiled slightly. “Yeah…they’re like my pictures…but you didn’t see those did you?”

Quatre shook his head, his eyes wide as he stared at the portraits curiously staring back. Wufei had seen the portraits before of course…he and Trowa had seen a lot of them (and had thoroughly embarrassed themselves tickling a pear) on the way to the kitchen. That didn’t change the fact that he was caught in a mix of awe and uneasiness. Portraits were NOT supposed to move. “The classrooms are all over this place.” Harry explained. “And the dorms are hidden. I only know where two of the entrances are without a map. Slytherin House is located down in the dungeons and Gryffindor House is in the tower. I’m in Gryffindor.”

“You’re in what?” Wufei asked in spite of himself.

Harry’s smile was rueful. “Sorry. I keep forgetting you haven’t been here before. We’re sorted into houses our first year…sorted into dorms, that sort of thing. Some of us go to Slytherin where ambitious, sly people go. I have yet to meet a Slytherin I can tolerate for long periods of time, but I think my friend Luna has a Slytherin friend. Hufflepuffs are loyal and hard working, Ravenclaws are cunning and clever.” He led them up toward a massive portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress. “And this is the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. Gryffindors are brave and daring.” Harry winked at them and stopped in front of the portrait. “Hullo…did the password change yet?”

The portrait moved and smiled at Harry. “Not yet. The prefects haven’t reset it for the year yet.”

Harry grinned. “Brilliant! Skiving Snackbox.” The portrait swung open and Harry ducked in. “Come on.” He said cheerfully. “My friend Hermione was really upset when Ron set the password. Skiving Snackboxes were made by Ron’s older brothers. Take one and you can end up with a nosebleed, a noxious stomach or various other terrible ailments all designed to get out of classes. As soon as you leave, the candy wears off and you are free to go on your way.”

Quatre smiled. “This is a comfortable room.” He commented, looking around the massive gold and scarlet decorated room. A large fireplace took up much of the wall, two staircases on either side. All around were tables, chairs and comfortable looking couches.

“It’s the common room. The dorms are up the stairs. Boys dorms on the right, girls on the left. Bathrooms, that sort of thing.” Harry led them up the set of boy’s stairs and opened a door. “This is where my year sleep when we’re here.” The room was large and circular with five four poster beds all arranged at a comfortable distance apart.

Wufei found himself drifting toward the window and looking out at the vast countryside open to him. The forest stretched out to the right, a massive lake stretched out to the right. “It’s beautiful.” Wufei murmured.

Harry glanced at him, and the slight smile appeared on his face again, but it was a sad smile. “Yeah.” He agreed. “It is.” He turned, but not before Wufei had the oddest impulse to ask him what the sadness was about. He shook himself. What did he care? The wizard had every right to be sad. Wufei would hit anyone who asked HIM why he was sad (if he was stupid enough to show them that was) he would respect the privacy of his new acquaintance.

“We’ll probably be granted a dorm of our own.” Harry said calmly. “Most of the Gryffindors are great, but we don’t want people asking too many questions when we disappear.”

Quatre studied him. “How long are we staying?” he asked curiously.

Harry paused. “You know how I told you a little of what we’re doing?” He asked cautiously. They nodded. “Well…” He drifted over beside Wufei, his eyes on the countryside. “We have a little less than a month before term begins. I want to go to Godric’s Hollow where I was born and see if there’s anything there…then we’ll come back and I’ll do some research. We’ll see if we can’t find the last horcrux…that is…the last piece of Voldemort’s soul…before I go after him myself.”

Quatre exchanged a look with the others. “You mean before WE go after him.”

Harry didn’t turn. “No, I meant what I said.” He replied firmly. “Voldemort’s mine to take out.”

“Maybe so.” Trowa conceded. “But it doesn’t sound like he’ll be alone.”

Harry shook his head. “He won’t be.” He agreed quietly. He turned slightly. “He’ll come here.”

Quatre tilted his head. “What makes you say that?”

Harry snorted. “He considers this place to be home as much as I do. Everything he does revolves around this place. He’ll try to set his stronghold here which means we have to defend it as best as we can.”

Quatre frowned ever so slightly. “He’s coming here? You’re sure?”

Harry nodded. “I’m sure.” He whispered. “I know my enemy. My old headmaster…” Harry’s face became hard with emotion. “…taught me to know my enemy.”

“If he was smart he would carry the pieces of his soul with him.” Trowa murmured, nodding slightly.

“Especially if we advertise that you’re looking for them.” Quatre said with a slight smile.

Harry looked startled. “What?”

“Normally we prefer a more quiet method.” Quatre explained. “…but in this case with you so well known, you saying that you’re looking to destroy Voldemort and having some proof…well…” He smiled secretively. “…you might upset your enemy enough to make him stupid enough to bring the last horcruxes to us.”

Harry looked stunned and not for the first time, Wufei had to bow to Quatre’s thought process. It was easy to think that the slender blond was the weakest of the lot of them…until Quatre came up with something like this. “We should stay as long as we can.” Quatre finished. “Does anyone have to KNOW we don’t do magic?”

Harry paused. “What do you mean?”

Quatre shrugged. “Well…you don’t want to tell the world about your bodyguards. Can you call us…transfer students maybe?” He smiled.

Harry inclined his head and a slight smile crossed his face. “I can probably do a few things better. I’ll ask Fred and George if they can come up a few charms that might help you.” He paused. “You’ll teach me muggle fighting?”

“Wufei will teach you how to wield a sword and we’ll all teach you hand-to-hand combat as well as how to use a gun.” Trowa confirmed.

Harry smiled at them. “Let’s go talk to McGonagall.”