Here Lies Quatre Raberba Winner.

Hero, Brother, Lover, Friend.

Forever Missed, Never Forgotten.

AC 180- AC 196

Trowa Barton stared silently at the headstone of his beloved Quatre, three others stood beside him each displaying their own grief at the loss of the blond haired man. The man that meant so much to so many. Trowa and the three beside him where just a speck of the true number of people Quatre had managed to effect. Trowa could barely stand to look at the stone that didn't even cover all that it should about his lover.

Quatre the hero a brave man who fought for the colonies, risked his life for everyone and died for what he believe in. It didn't tell about his reluctance to kill, because he knew every life was worth something. It didn't explain his reasons for fighting when he could have avoided it. It didn't tell of the many lives he saved at the cost of his own.

Quatre the brother, a man who left behind more sisters then one could count. Sister's who has lost so much already and didn't deserve to lose their family. The teen who had gained three brothers during a war and helped them stay sane. Brothers and sisters that would never again look upon the blond that made their lives so much better.

Quatre the lover, someone that was Trowa's everything. Once the silent pilot let the blond into his heart he knew there would never be another for him. Quatre was his one and only. His Soul Mate.

Quatre the friend, a friend for everyone that ever needed one. Someone that despite his wealth would live in poverty to help someone if they needed it. He would give you the shirt on his back if you asked. He was the best friend that anyone could ask for.

Trowa turned away from the stone that proclaimed the death of this lover. He let his head fall to his chest, eyes brimming with tears he knew he wouldn't let fall. He couldn't go on with out his beloved Quatre. It wasn't possible to live with him. His other half, his heart, his soul.

Duo Maxwell wrapped his arms around the taller teen trying to convey comfort and understanding. Heero leaned over carefully and he too wrapped an arm around the grieving man. Duo shot his a smile and sot out Wufei's eyes. The Chinese pilot joined the hug from the last open side. All four of them lost in their grief.

"Quatre," Trowa whispered softly into the dark, it was slightly muffled by someone's shoulder but it caused a deep burning sensation in everyone's chest. A great white light engulfed the mourning group before they all disappeared in a flash of bright light.

Harry Potter sat in front of the fire in the Gryffindor Common Rooms, he wasn't sure why he was sitting there in the middle of the night alone. Maybe it had something to do with the fact it was the one year anniversary to the death of Ron Weasley? Harry closed his eyes as a wave of pain hit him. He had been trying to ignore it but it always snuck up on him.

Ron was his best friend, his second friend ever and he was gone. Dead. Killed in action, a casualty of war. Harry bit his lip and pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes to stop the burning tears he felt building up. Ron was dead because Harry had been stupid and wanted to stay outside a little longer.

Harry remembered it like it was yesterday, it was the first and last Hogsmade weekend of school year. Harry, Ron and Hermione where eating lunch at the three broom sticks when the call to come back to the school was sounded. Hermione went along quickly leaving the boys to catch up. Harry was taking his time to enjoy the outdoors. Being stuck up in the castle was not fun. After a while you would start to go stir crazy.

It was just feet from the castle when the green light the killed Ron hit, the killing curse shot from the wand of Lucius Malfoy. Who was in turn Harry's first conscious kill. Harry shook his head, he didn't like thinking of what happened after that. All he knew was that Ron was dead, Hermione didn't talked to anyone anymore and he needed to write Sirius a letter. Standing up Harry wrapped his father's invisibility cloak around him and decided it was time for a walk.

Harry's wandering lead him to the astronomy tower, the stars twinkled down at him making for an awe inspiring sight, but Harry was too preoccupied to take notice. The green eyed teen sighed and leaned against the waist high wall, his upper body leaning out into the open air. Ever since Ron died Harry couldn't get enough of the outdoors.

"I miss you mate," Harry whispered to the night, his soft voice seeming echoing through the empty tower. The sixteen year old missed his friend dearly, because that day he lost not one but two friends. Ron to death and Hermione to her own grief, Harry, himself, was not spared to the horrors of that day. Two months in Azkaban for a self-defense murder. Harry shuddered terribly, he hated Azkaban more then he hated Voldemort himself.

The teen sighed deeply his hands tightening their grip on the wall as he turned his attention from straight up to directly down. Harry hummed slightly he had never noticed that extremely long drop it was from where he stood. 'Such a long way down,' the Boy-Who-Lived thought, 'I wonder if you would die from fright before you hit the ground.'

Not really noticing the rather morbid turn his thoughts where beginning to take Harry continued to lean over the railing not the thought that all it would take to push him over the edge was a slightly touch never occurred to him.

A sudden flash of bright light engulfed the tower, Harry being trained to jerk to attention at the slightest moments notice leaned too far over his upper body going to far over the waist height wall. Giving the green eyed teen a good look at the ground so very far below. The falling teen tried in vain to grab a hold of the sides but from his angle it wasn't possible. 'I guess I'll find out if you die of fright first,' Harry thought ironically, his heart pounding in his chest, Harry's life did not flash before his eyes. He did not think of his loved ones the only one thought crossed Harry's mind before began his fall, 'I wonder if it will hurt?'

Just as he began to fall the messy haired youth felt something grab hold of his ankle. Jerking his head up green eyes met green for the first time.

After the bright flash of light the huddled group of people jumped away from each other, all of them reaching for their favored means of protection. Wufei to his katana, Duo his knives, Trowa and Heero their guns, but found their new surroundings free of danger to them. All they say was the lower half of someone going over the edge of a tower. Trowa, with the largest stride of them all, crossed the distance between himself and the falling body.

Quicker then most would find possible he reached out and grabbed the ankle of the body firmly. Looking down to try and see who had fallen Trowa's eyes widened, as he met the brightest pair of green eyes he had ever seen. "Give me your hand," The tall teen said softly reaching out his only free hand. Trowa felt Duo wrap his arms around his torso to help pull the fallen boy up. The boy reached up awkwardly and grasped Trowa's offered arm. Together with Duo he pulled the still slightly shocked teen up and back over the wall.

Trowa stepped back from the ruffled teen Heero stepping forward, "Where are we?" He questioned in English, it was what he guessed the teen spoke. Said teen narrowed his eyes at the Japanese male, but didn't speak. His eyes going from Heero's face to his gun.

"Classified." The green eyed teen said shortly.

Duo snorted softly and rolled his eyes at Wufei's glare, "Let me try, 01." Duo walked up to stand by the stranger and gave him a grin, "Let's start with something more simple yeah? Who can tell us where we are?" Heero tensed, and glared at the braided teen then back at the kid Trowa had pulled up. Heero noticed he was stronger then he looked, the perfect solider could see the muscle hidden beneath the clothing. Robes? He thought to himself.

Trowa too was examining the boy he had saved, he was short almost a full head shorter then Trowa. A few inches shorter then Duo so maybe about 5'4. He had sharp green eyes, and messy black hair Trowa wasn't sure if the hair was because of the fall or the obvious lateness of the day.

He watched as the boy took them all in, he watched the subtle clenching of his jaw and the slightly twitch of his hands. Trowa wasn't sure what these signs meant, but he was sure they were important.

Harry looked from his savior to the other three people that had suddenly appeared in the castle. He wasn't sure how they got there because normal wizarding means would not have allowed them access. The questioned startled him, he wasn't sure why. Maybe it had something to do with the fact Harry couldn't bring himself to raise his wand at the four. That alone scared him to death. "Classified." He bit out, he wouldn't tell them anything no matter if they saved him from the killing curse itself.

Harry barely withheld a smirk the Japanese kid in spandex didn't like that one bit. A soft snort drew Harry's attention next, but the kid himself kept it. Almost waist length chestnut colored hair and the oddest colored eyes he had ever seen, his eyes where almost a cobalt blue color. Of course the fact he was dressed like a priest didn't help either. "Let me try, 01." The braided teen said, Harry guessed 01 was a code name. "Let's start with something more simple yeah? Who can tell us where we are?"

"My superior," Harry told them after he released his clenched jaw, his finger's twitching to reach for his wand. For some reason he just couldn't brandish it like he would against normal intruders. The wizard looked at the odd group, he noticed a Chinese teen near the back, the sword he held tightly worried Harry, he could sense a temper. The tall brunette that had saved him was also an unknown. One of his green eyes hidden make him more of a threat and the simple fact Harry now owed him a life debt.

"I'm going to have to ask you to put away any and all weapons," Harry ground out, it wasn't like he could do much to them anyway. For some reason he was unable to even comprehend hurting them and he owed the tall one his life. The group looked toward the Japanese teen who gave a short and jerky nod. The weapons disappeared quickly, and Harry took that time to call for help. "Dobby," He called out softly, with a loud crack the house elf appeared.

Harry noticed the group tense at the crack and the braided on twitched slightly, that was all Harry saw before he noticed the knife flying at the house elf. Reaching out with reflexes that he had trained to the highest quality he plucked the knife out of the air just as it went zooming past him. Dobby gave a shriek of terror and hid behind the wizard now holding the point projectile. "This is a house elf," Harry said in a bored tone, as if people throwing knives at Dobby was an everyday occurrence. "As good manners we do not throw knives at house elves." He explained to the blue eyed priest looking teen. Harry's expression changed from bored to homicidal, "Do it again, and I'll strangle you with your hair."

Major AU for HP verse. AU after 4th year. Semi-Canon for 5th year, this takes place during Harry's 6th year. AU for Gundam Wing after Endless Walt's. Sorry the first chapter is so rough, I just couldn't get it how I wanted it. This is the 4th draft. Pairings will be posted next chapter. Will be slash. Anyone want to beta this?