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Peace, Love, and Family	By : Selune Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 3669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own any things Harry Potter�the characters, setting, plot, everything belongs to the wonderful J. K. Rowling and whomever else she decides. I do not own anything Gundam Wing�the characters, setting, plot, everything belongs to (I think) Bandai and Sunrise

Spoilers: This fic contains spoilers for books 1-5 of Harry Potter and all of the episodes of Gundam Wing. This fic does not include Endless Waltz

Rating: NC17
Pairings: 2x1, Relena/OFC, OMCx4, OMC/Harry

Author's site: http://www.livejournal.com/~selune2

Summary: Two years ago, the One Year War ended. At this time, the five heroes�the Gundam pilots�disappeared from the Muggle world. Three of them�pilots 02, 03, and 05�reappeared shortly after in the Wizarding world, as students at Hogwarts School of Witchraft and Wizardry. Now, twenty months after the fact, Heero Yuy and Quatre Winner are coming to Hogwarts, and they're bringing all of their secrets with them. The world�especially one Harry Potter�will never be the same

Peace, Love, and Family
The Story of the Vanuli Three
Chapter 52: Pensive Memories

Heero sat at the dinner table, not eating, just staring at the seat where Kayla used to be. She seems so lonely, he thought. I really need to spend some time with her. He would talk to her tomorrow about joining him and his family on the next trip to Hogsmeade.

"You need to eat." Dorothy's voice broke through Heero's thoughts, and he turned to face her

"Hmm?"

She sighed and put his fork in his hand. "Eat, or I'll feed you," she threatened

Suitably chastised, Heero picked up his knife and began cutting his chicken. It wasn't his favorite�Heero was a red meat kind of person�but after years spent eating whatever he could get his hands on, he wasn't going to waste it

"I need to get a book," Quatre said, standing up, "before our tutoring."

Heero nodded, but Dorothy jumped from her chair

"Not alone, you're not."

Heero looked up just in time to see Quatre roll his eyes. Apparently, neither Dorothy nor Quatre realized that people might get suspicious if she started being overly protective of him, as well as Harry and Heero

"Fine," Quatre said. "I'll see if Daemon will go with me. Is that okay

"Perfect." Dorothy smirked. "But if he says no, you come back here, and we'll all go together."

Quatre smiled. It was the fake grin of one long put upon. "Sure."

Dorothy sat back down and put her napkin in her lap. "Great."

***

Quatre swiftly made his way over to the Slytherin table. He put his arm around Daemon's neck and slid into his boyfriend's lap. "Hey, love," Quatre said, before Daemon could react. "Could you do me a favor? Walk with me back to Gryffindor Tower. It's just that the Warden over there is afraid I'll fall and break a nail or something, if I go alone." He smiled and batted his eyelashes at Daemon.

Quatre didn't know why he was acting so silly. Usually, Heero would be the one flirting with his boyfriend or asking people to play with him. But Heero didn't have a boyfriend, and he hadn't even mentioned games. And the full moon was on Monday. Harry tried to get Quatre to dance with him, earlier, though. Something light and fun.

The truth hit Quatre like an oncoming Hogwarts Express. They were starting to act like one another. It was the first step towards full Fusion. Soon, they would start to l--

No. Quatre wouldn't think of it. They would find a way out of it and live happily ever after with the loves of their lives. There would be a sunset, they would walk off into it, and that would be that. There would be no Fusion and no King Imalat.

"Quatre? Are you okay?" Daemon asked.

Quatre mentally shook his head and looked at his boyfriend. "Yes. I just felt a bit weird there for a moment. So, you coming?" He jumped off Daemon's lap and offered him a hand.

"Of course." Daemon took the proffered hand, and they walked out of the Great Hall. When they were in the hallway, Daemon stopped Quatre. "Why are we leaving, anyway?"

Quatre urged Daemon to move. "It looks like Heero and Duo are going to get back together." Heero had told them about the kiss as soon as Duo dropped him off at the Tower. "I just want to make sure that Duo doesn't hurt my little brother, again."

"Oh. Okay. I'm all for that."

They reached Gryffindor Tower, and Quatre ran up to get Duo's "present." Heero would kill Quatre if he knew that he was doing this.

***

Kayla sprinted back to her room, her package held securely under her arm. She checked to make sure there was no one in the room, before casting a secure Locking Charm on the door. A quick Alohamora wouldn't break it, as it would many others.

Kayla carefully placed her burden on the bed and sat down beside it. I wonder what's in it, she thought. Dr. J said that it would help me with my mission.

She carefully opened the package and looked at what was inside. A Pensieve. She took it out and found two pieces of parchment underneath. On one was the incantation she would use to project the memories onto the wall. On the other was a note.

In this Pensieve, is incriminating evidence to back up your claims. I trust you won't spill it.

The note wasn't signed, but Kayla knew it was from Dr. J.

She put the Pensieve back in the box, and crawled into bed. Tomorrow would be a long day, what with ruining her brothers' lives and all.

Duo relaxed in front of the fire in his favorite armchair. It was beneficial, being a seventh year. They got all of the good seats.

Despite learning about Heero's ridiculous plan to off the Dark Lords, it had been a good day. He'd gotten to see Heero, to touch him. To kiss him. Despite what he said earlier to Heero, Duo was determined to get Heero back.

He knew he'd messed up. Horrendously. But he had changed. He wasn't going to rush to judge, anymore. He would hear Heero out. And he would never, ever call Heero those horrible names again.

"Duo Maxwell." A hand clamped on his shoulder. "Just the man I want to see."

Duo looked up to see Daemon and. . .Quatre. He sighed. "What do you want, Winner?"

Quatre sat on the arm of the chair. "Just to chat. And to give you a present." He was holding a bowl with a lid and runes on the side. It was vaguely familiar.

"I don't want it," Duo said.

Quatre smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "Too bad. Now get up." He kicked Duo in the shin. "We're going down to your room."

Duo looked to Daemon. He was the reasonable one of the pair.

"You better do it," Daemon said. "It's about Heero, and Quat always gets a little pissy when it's about Heero."

Duo nodded and stood up. "I guess, I have no choice."

"Nope," Quatre chirped, following Duo down the steps.

They reached Duo's room. He had to kick out Zabini and Daphne (Trowa's ex), but soon, they were alone.

Duo turned to Daemon and Quatre. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"We'll talk later. This," Quatre held up the bowl, "is a Pensieve." So that's where Duo recognized it from. "I'm sure you know what they do."

Duo nodded.

"I have a memory of Heero's treatment in here�his last. I want you to see it." Quatre had a look on his face that said, if Duo didn't look willingly, he would push his face down into the bowl and snap his wand.

Duo shrugged. "Okay." After all, how bad could it be? Heero was fine now, if a bit weak. Duo put his wand in the bowl and was thrust into the memory.

***

Quatre sat on the hospital bed next to Heero. Heero was weak, fragile. He looked as if he had no muscle�just skin stretched over bone.

"This is the last one," Heero said. Even his voice was a shadow of its former self. "One more treatment, and I'll have magic." He danced his fingers across Quatre's arm. It took a lot out of him; Quatre could tell. Heero doubled over, coughing. Quatre gave him a tissue to wipe his mouth off. It came back pink.

"Don't," Quatre said, referring to the magic that Heero could barely do. "Not yet."

It hurt him to see his brother like this. Heero was the strong on of the two. During the war, Quatre looked up to Heero so much, as if he was the little brother, and Heero the older. Now, though, Heero was so weak.

No, Quatre thought. Heero is still strong, and he always will be. It's his body that's weak.

"It's time," Heero said, and Quatre heard the door slam.

Quatre nodded and kissed his brother on the forehead. "I'll be watching," he said, as much to warm Dr. Kafka as to comfort Heero.

"I'll be fine!" Heero called out as Quatre left the sterile room, leaving his brother with one of the men responsible for his condition.

"You always are," Quatre muttered.

Dorothy squeezed his hand as he passed by, and the two of them, along with Maddy, Relena, and Tashpi, went to the window to watch. The blinds to the window were always up during Heero's treatments, so they could see what Kafka did.

Dr. K made Heero drink three vials of a gold potion the thickness of honey. From the face Heero made, the similarities ended there. Kafka said a few charms�the glass was too thick for Quatre to hear the words�adn left the room.

"That's it?" Quatre asked, angry and hopeful at the same time. "Why aren't you still in there, making sure he's okay?"

Kafka wiped his glasses on his shirt. "Any magical interference now could kill Mr. Yuy," he stated matter-of-factly. "I fear us being even this close may do him some harm."

A smart, witty, brilliant retort was on the tip of Quatre's tongue, but he was stopped by the screaming.

"Ahhh!" Heero wailed.

Quatre lunged for the door. "I'm coming, 'Ro!" he yelled, forgetting the doctor's words. His brother was hurting.

Dorothy jumped on top of him, knocking him to the ground, just as his hand hit the doorknob. The door didn't open.

"You can't go in!" she screamed. "You. Will. Kill. Him!"

Quatre breathed deeply, letting Dorothy's arms around his waist ground him. Heero would be okay. These treatments always hurt him, but ultimately, they made him better.

"Okay," Quatre said. "You can get off of me, now."

Dorothy crawled off him, and he stood and went to the window. What he saw would stay with him the rest of his life.

Normally, during one of his treatments, Heero puked out the Gundamium. This time, he was bleeding it out. Gundanium oozed from every orifice. His nose, his ears, even his pores. His eyes were completely silver, with no iris, pupil, or white showing.

Heero screamed again. Quatre grabbed Dorothy's arms and wrapped them around his waist. She would make sure he didn't go to his brother and hurt him.

He sank to the floor, bringing Dorothy with him. Hot tears sprang to his eyes. If only they could heal Heero, he wouldn't have to be going through this.

He's been through so much, Quatre thought. Heero was, at heart, a gentle soul. Quatre had known that since their first meeting. For someone like Heero to have had to kill as many people as he had was horrible. It was like asking Bambi to set a forest fire, and telling him it was for the good of mankind.

Heero's screaming stopped, and Quatre looked up. It had only been fifteen minutes. Usually, the treatments took half an hour or longer. Quatre looked to Kafka.

"It should be over," K confirmed.

Quatre shrugged off Dorothy and ran to Heero's bedside. He got a handkerchief off the side table and started wiping off Heero's face. It was covered in Gundanium.

"Qua-re?" Heero asked, his voice scratchy.

"Yes?" Quatre rested his hand on Heero's forehead

"'t hur-s."

"I know. Here comes Maddy with a pain potion. She'll make it better."

Maddy fed the potion into Heero's I.V. drip. Quatre wetted his cloth and began washing Heero's arms.

***

Duo stumbled coming out of the memory. "I�What�Why?"

Quatre got in Duo's face. "I just wanted to show you that, while you were slutting it up with those whores at Beauxbatons, Heero was dying. He wanted to protect you from his condition. I just thought you should know what he was really going through while you were so busy hating him."

"How did you know--"

"About Beauxbatons?" Quatre finished. "We kept a tail on you. I always knew where to find you, but Heero was afraid to talk to you. He thought you would hate him."

"I would never�" He could never hate Heero. He loved him!

"Maybe not, but you could hurt him, and you have," Quatre said. "I leave you with a warning: hurt my brother again and die. I will kill you slowly, and it will be much fun for me. Your death will make the deaths of those who inflicted my Heero with those wards look like a pleasant day at the beach."

Duo gulped. Why did he have to fall in love with the ones�one�with crazy families? Two threats in one day were quite enough, thank you very much.

Duo nodded, and Quatre swept out of the room, Daemon following after.

***

The next morning, before breakfast, Kayla felt a little trepidation. She'd never been the ringleader of a betrayal before. And, after all, Heero and Daemon did save her.

Save you? she thought. From what? All they did was take you farther away from the Maker, so he wouldn't take you back.

She strode into the Great Hall, a girl on a mission. Literally. She was early, so there was no food on the table, and practically no one was there. No matter. She could wait.

When the room was full, with almost every student accounted for�except for those few slackers who never came to breakfast�Kayla stood up. She climbed on top of the table and cleared her throat.

A few people quieted, but on the whole, people ignored her. Frustrated, she cast Sonorous on herself and yelled, "Shut. Up!"

That got the students' attention, and Kayla smirked.

"I have information that you all need to know," she began. "Information, I believe, that even our esteemed headmaster doesn't know. Either that, or he's decided to keep it from you."

Surprisingly, none of the professors moved to stop her.

"Trowa Barton, Wufei Chang, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Winner, and Heero Yuy were Gundam pilots during the Muggle War." Kayla heard several gasps. "That's right. They were terrorists. Ruthless. I've no idea how many innocents they have killed, but I bet it numbers in the tens of thousands, at the very least." She turned and began pacing the length of the table, kicking food out of her way as she went. "I won't lie to you. I fought on their side, along with Daemon Rosencrantz, my half brother on our father's side. It's funny, you know. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern."

Many people were openly hostile now�either to Kayla or the people she'd named. Dorothy's face looked murderous.

"Of course, not all of us here fought on the winning side. Dorothy Catalonia sided with Oz and," gasp, "White Fang. She is in fact Treize Kushrenada's cousin and a member of the Barton family."

Harry Potter stood up, eyes blazing. "Do you have any proof of these lies, or are you just slandering good people?"

She could tell by the way he stood that he knew every word was the truth.

"Why, Harry," she gushed, stopping, "you've reminded me of the best part! You." She turned to face the Head table and tapped her finger to her lips. "I think I'll start like Heero would. Yes, that would be nice.

"Once upon a time, on a place called L1, there lived a sad man. He was sad because his bestest friend in the whole universe, Heero Yuy I, a great pacifist, had just been murdered. He decided, along with four other sad men, who resided on Ls 2-5, that he would build a mecha. Tall as a building and made of the strongest metal known to man: Gundanium. Of course, he needed someone to pilot the Gundam, but he had time. Twenty years, in fact, before the Gundam would be ready.

"Of course, the man, whose name was Dr. J, couldn't let just anyone pilot his magnificent creation. He had to find the perfect pilot�the perfect weapon�to fly it. So he looked.

"J gathered dozens of people�men, women, and children. He even got Heero Yuy's son, Heero Jr., to join him. But none of them were right. Most were good; some were great; but none were perfect.

"So J decided to create his perfect weapon. He gathered his imperfect weapons and extracted DNA from them. He made new weapons, each set better than the last. I am one of those weapons. So are Daemon and Quatre and Heero. So is Harry Potter."

Harry surged out of his seat. "You will SHUT UP you stupid CUNT!"

Kayla felt a shockwave of magic roll off him, coming straight toward her. It hit her square in the mouth, and she couldn't part her lips, much less talk.

She thought something like this might happen. Kayla set the Pensieve down next to Hannah, along with two pieces of parchment. On one was the Projection Charm. On the other was one word.

Please.

Hannah nodded. She was afraid of the Vanuli, and Kayla would use that to her advantage.

Hannah put her wand over the Pensieve and said the spell. The memory was projected on the wall behind the Head table, big enough so that everybody could see. She cast Sonorous on it.

***

A young woman in a Muggle nurse's uniform cradled an infant in her arms. It was an illusion�she was actually the same age as the old man beside her, wearing scrubs and a doctor's coat.

"You'll never get them," the woman, Morgan, sneered. "You may get Imela, but you'll never touch Malal and little Nelat." The baby gurgled and Morgan cooed at him. "Yes, my little boy. My little two. You'll go to your father and step-mother and be just the happiest little baby."

J was angry. "The deal was that I got all the triplets."

"The deal was that you got all three of my babies. These aren't my babies. I don't own them�their fathers do. Why don't you take it up with Winner and Potter that you want their little boys?"

"I could just take the infants."

"Oh, I hope you try," Morgan said. "Doing so would break our contract and give me every reason to rip your heart out from your chest and use it in all manner of dark rituals."

"Fine. Give me Heero."

"I'll give you nothing. Bring out the father, and I'll give Imela to him. But first, I must give Nelat to his father." Morgan strode to the door but stopped just short of opening it. She looked down at her son. "You now I love you, don't you, little one? I will remember you always, and your Naiyama will come get you the day you turn sixteen. Then, you can leave this awful human world and come to live in Haven, where only the plants are non-Vanuli. I'll miss you." She kissed his forehead and plastered a smile on her face. She walked through the double doors, and J followed.

"Are you the Potters?" she asked. They undoubtedly were. James looked exactly like Harry would in seventeen years.

"Yes," Lily asked. She wrung her hands on her dress. "Is that our baby? Is that our little Harry?"

Morgan nodded and placed the baby in James's waiting arms.

J shook Lily's hand. "It's so good to see you again. The surrogate is resting. I know you wanted to meet her, but we feel it would be detrimental to the flow of things. Wait just a few moments, and Nurse Lavery will get you everything you need, as well as the adoption papers for Mrs. Potter."

Lily and James beamed at him, practically glowing. Little Harry gurgled.

***

The scene ended, and Harry ended the spell on Kayla.

"She loved me," he said. "She wasn't lying." Quatre and Heero patted him on the back, while Dorothy stood up to go "talk" to Kayla.

***

Kayla's mission was over. She knew what to do, now. She drew an athame from a pocket in her robe. Saying nothing, she plunged it into her heart.

She fell.

***

"Nott," Voldemort called out. Since Lucius went to Azkaban, Nott was the head Death Eater.

"Yes, my Lord?" Nott bowed and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe.

"I need you to assemble a team," Voldemort said. "Use the best men. My partner has a plan to unnerve the triplets. I plan to help him out."

"What must I do, my Lord?"

"There is a pack of werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. You are going to attack them and kill their leader."

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