Gundam Siege: A Gundam Wing Harry Potter Crossover
By Ammie Hawk
Disclaimer: So don't own Gundam Wing or Harry Potter, even though I love torturing the characters.
Summary: Second story in Wands, Guns, and Kunai series. With the war of Voldemort now in the open, Harry's life becomes more hectic. How is he going to balance his relationship with his boyfriend with school? And who are the new transfer students?
AN: Okay, so here's the first sequel to Castle Guards. The Gundam Wing storyline comes from an adopted plunny that I decided to incorporate here, courtesy of Deb. Here's the original plunny: Anne Une's aggressive and dangerous personality is beginning to resurface, so the G-boys have to go into hiding as she is pushing the doctors to see what kind of things were done to them by the scientists. Trowa finds out that he has a twin brother (Harry obviously) and masquerading as transfer students, the five G-boys transfer into Hogwarts during sixth year. Since Hogwarts is unplottable and unfindable by Muggles (and persistent Princesses) they should be safe, right?
AN the second: This is an edited version, please bear with me as I fix up the kinks.
Warnings: Yaoi, Violence, Swearing, large sections of HP&tHBP
"Japanese"
"Other Languages"
'Thoughts'
Chapter 1: A Place to Hide
"Do we have any ideas?" a small blond asked, nervously biting his lip as he checked through the security feeds on a laptop in front of him.
"Trowa has relatives here in England, which could bring them to us more quickly," a shaggy haired brunet frowned at another laptop in front of him. "I erased him from the system, along with the rest of us, but that only buys us a little time. We'll have to keep on the move."
"We can't contact anyone's family," a quiet baritone came from the auburn haired teen in the corner, his one visible green eye unreadable. "That would be the first place they looked and if they know anything they'll get hurt."
"I feel sorry for my sisters," the blond sighed. "They don't even know me."
"We'll have to leave the Maganacs as well," scowled a raven haired Asian teen, the first person in the room. "We can't ask them to sacrifice their lives and peace for us."
"You're right of course, Wufei," the blond shook his head sadly. "By the way, where's Duo?"
"He went into town with Rashid," the brunet answered stoically. "Don't worry, Quatre, his disguise was impeccable."
"I hope he has some ideas," the blond, now identified as Quatre, ran his hands through his hair. "He seems a bit unconcerned about this whole turn of events."
Just then the door burst open, admitting a fifth teen who was trying unsuccessfully to untuck a three foot long chestnut braid from the back of his shirt with only half a hand. The reason for his troubles was quite obvious as in one hand he had two bags and a cage with an owl in it and the other clutching three more bags. Behind him, a large, muscled Arabian carried about ten more bags.
"Duo?" the Prussian blue eyes of the brunet locked with amethyst.
"Oh, this?" Duo indicated the bags. "This is so we'll fit in. I've found us the perfect place to go."
"You have?" Wufei asked incredulously.
"You doubt me, Wuffers?" the braided teen took a step back in mock hurt.
"Wufei," he growled. "My name is Wufei. Get it right, Maxwell."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Duo waved him aside, finally setting down his burdens and freeing his braid. "I've got a place where they'll never find us. And Rashid has volunteered to help us."
"Rashid," the small blond sighed, "we can't ask this of you. You have too much to lose."
"Master Quatre," Rashid shook his head, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "I won't hear a word against it. I've known, ever since our first meeting, that there was something special about you. It wasn't until Master Duo asked me to take him into town today that I finally realized what it was. Now, I'm not going to hide you or even ask you to tell me where you're going. I'm just going to help with the supplies for your journey. Now, if the four of you would come over here, we'll get started."
He opened two of the bags he'd brought in and began laying out various pieces of wood in numerous types and sizes, and other objects the pilots weren't quite sure what all of them were.
"I need all of you to pick out a piece of wood and one of the other items," he motioned to the table. "I will tell you what they are after you have chosen."
The four pilots shared a confused look, but Quatre decided to humor the man who had been an inspiration to him. His light blue eyes traveled over the various twigs and finally landed on one that looked rather durable to him. He tested his theory by bending and twisting the branch lightly, but no matter what he did it didn't break. Once satisfied, he moved on to the other materials. This took him significantly less time. He was drawn immediately to a collection of pure white hairs, from which he pulled out one that seemed to glow in the artificial light. He handed both items to Rashid, who took them with a broad smile and a nod.
Trowa went forward next and in no time at all had picked out a light stick and a pitch black hair and handed them both to the Maganac. He was followed by Heero, who selected a stick and a long, dark blue feather that was so dark it was almost black in its coloring. Wufei approached the table last, a frown marring his features. He did not move to take anything from the table but instead pulled something from his forearm that none of them had ever seen there before and placed it in front of Rashid.
The large man picked up the stick and examined it. "Ash and dragon heartstring, 11 inches," he said contemplatively. "Very well, Master Wufei, it appears I have one less to make. Now, Master Duo, if you will give me your materials, I shall begin."
The braided teen began rummaging through the bags at his feet and finally pulled out another stick and a jet black hair, with just a tint of blue to it. He handed them over and Rashid placed them with the others.
"I am happy to say," the Maganac began, turning back to the others, "that you have all passed the test. The items you selected will now become your wands. For Master Heero: oak and the tailfeather of a black phoenix; for Master Duo: yew and, though I've never heard it used before, the hair from the tail of a thestral; for Master Trowa: birch and sphinx hair; and for Master Quatre: willow and unicorn hair. I will take my leave now, but I will have these ready in a couple days. Master Duo will explain everything." With that he pushed to his feet, with the items in his hands, and left the room.
As soon as he was gone the other four turned and pinned the braided teen to the spot with their eyes. Duo sighed as he fumbled slightly with the latch on the owl's cage, the bird already perched on his arm.
"Have a seat," he ran his free hand down his face. "Let me just send off these letters and I'll explain everything."
He took his time attaching the two letters to the bird's outstretched leg, gathering his thoughts as he did so. He knew he had to tell them, he just hoped he'd be able to do it justice and not have them scoff or laugh at him. He finally released the owl out the window and turned back to his companions.
"Well," he took a deep breath and perched on the edge of the table. "I guess I'll start at the beginning. When I was six years old, I was taken in by the Maxwell Church Orphanage on L2. Shortly after arriving, Father Maxwell and Sister Helen told me about a hidden society, I guess you could call it, on the Sphere that they were both a part of. They told me because I was exhibiting signs of being part of that group as well."
"Is it something illegal?" Quatre bit his lip nervously. "Are you doing something dangerous, Duo?"
"What?" he frowned. "No, the only thing like that I've ever done was piloting Deathscythe. Now, please don't interrupt, otherwise I'll never get through this. The society is comprised of witches and wizards and deals with magic. Before you scoff or write it off, hear me out please. I can't prove that it exists, yet, I don't have a wand, but I do know it's real. Aw, damn it, I don't know how to explain it without showing you."
"Magic," Heero said in a monotone, staring at his computer screen, "noun. 1: The art that purports to control or forecast natural events, effects, or forces by invoking the supernatural. 2: a: The practice of using charms, spells, or rituals to attempt to produce supernatural effects or control events in nature. 2: b: The charms, spells, and rituals so used. 3: The exercise of sleight of hand or conjuring for entertainment. 4: A mysterious quality of enchantment: "For me the names of those men breathed the magic of the past" (Max Beerbohm). Adjective. 1: Of, relating to, or invoking the supernatural: "stubborn unlaid ghost/That breaks his magic chains at curfew time" (John Milton). 2: Possessing distinctive qualities that produce unaccountable or baffling effects. Verb. Magicked, magicking, magics. To produce or make by or as if by magic. Magic. Noun. 1: the art that, by use of spells, supposedly invokes supernatural powers to influence events; sorcery. 2: the practice of this art. 3: the practice of illusory tricks to entertain other people; conjuring. 4: any mysterious or extraordinary quality or power; the magic of springtime. Like magic, very quickly. Adjective: also Magical. 1: of or relating to magic; a magic spell. 2: possessing or considered to possess mysterious powers, a magic wand. 3: unaccountably enchanting; magic beauty. 4: Informal wonderful; marvelous; exciting. Verb. 1: to transform or produce by or as if by magic. 2: (foll by away) to cause to disappear by or as if by magic. Via Old French magique, from Greek magik ē witchcraft, from magos magus. Magical adjective, Magically adverb. See also alchemy; divination; mysticism; spirits and spiritualism." (1)
"In not so many words, yes," amethyst eyes narrowed into a glare at the stoic Wing pilot.
Wufei muttered something under his breath, pointing his 'stick' at the braided teen. Duo's mouth continued moving but no sound was coming out. The other three stared at the self-proclaimed Shinigami in disbelief. Even though they were all well versed in reading lips it would've been evident to anyone that the only thing he was saying now were select curse words in several languages.
"How you know of this is beyond me," the Chinese teen scowled. "But he speaks the truth. This skill has been in my family for generations. I was told that it was a family trait and that was why the clan was banished to the colonies. However, obviously something has been misconstrued. Magic, as he calls it, is very real, as you can see. Though I would like to get to the bottom of this misunderstanding."
He waved his wand again and the table in front of him rose a good four feet into the air. Trowa slowly stood and began examining the table from all angles trying to find trips or wires creating the illusion.
"It's not fake," he shook his head. "We have no choice but to accept it as fact."
Heero and Quatre nodded. They really couldn't argue with it at this point. It would be foolish to do so.
Wufei flicked his wand again and Duo's voice returned in the middle of a rather loud expletive. When he realized this, he rubbed his neck sheepishly and looked around at his fellow pilots.
"Anyway, as I was saying, this world is safe from outside influence, they make sure of it," he gesticulated wildly. "I just sent two letters to a contact of Sister Helen's, I think she said it was her mother or some relation or another, but one is from Sister Helen herself, that I've been carrying around since I was first told, and the other explains our predicament. She's a teacher at a boarding school, it's the perfect cover for us. All we need to do is wait for her to respond."
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Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher and deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat down at the kitchen table of her summer home with her fellow colleague Poppy Pomfrey, the nurse of said school, directing a light lunch over with her wand. Poppy had stopped by to check on her, making sure she was still on the right track to recovery after her run in with the Ministry officials at the end of last term. Other than slight twinges, she was well on her way.
They had just started eating when a black owl swooped in through the open window and landed next to Minerva's plate. Never before had either of them seen an owl of that color. Both women stared at the bird as it stuck out its leg toward the Transfiguration professor. Tied to the outstretched leg were two envelopes, one a crisp white, while the other was rather yellowed with age.
Simultaneously, Minerva removed the two letters and picked up her wand, to check them for jinxes. As soon as the envelopes were off, the owl fluttered over to a perch next to the window and began drinking from the water dish, obviously waiting for an answer. After deeming the letters clean, Minerva broke the seal on the older looking one first.
Mother,
If you are reading this, then the most joyous occasion has come to pass: My son has finally made it to the Earth Sphere. I know I told you years ago that my Devan had been killed in the plague, but in truth, I didn't know. Because of my position within the colony, I had to hide the fact that I even had a child, as it is considered a sin within the Church. I gave him to a nice family who were regular attendees of the Maxwell Church, however, two short years later, the family was one of the first taken out by the plague. Now, four years later, Father Maxwell has just brought in a group of orphans which includes my baby. Now you may ask how I know that it is my Devan. It was his eyes, Mother. He has his grandpa's eyes. I always remember you telling me about how Father's eyes always looked purple in the right light, well Devan's are that way too. Though he goes by Duo now.
Anyway, enough of my ramblings, he's home now and that's what matters. Matthew has said that we will plan a trip to the Sphere very soon, but the congregation comes first. It may not be all three of us, Mother, but we will send Duo, hopefully in time for him to attend school. This letter is for such an occasion: if Duo arrives without Matthew or I.
With love,
Your daughter,
Helen
Minerva was glad she was sitting down. She knew this letter had to be over eight years old, but what it was saying was just short of miraculous. She had believed for the past eight years that her daughter, son-in-law, and grandson had all died in what was to be known as the L2 Maxwell Church Massacre.
"Poppy," she covered her mouth to keep from sobbing openly. "My grandson could be alive."
"Are you sure?" the medi-witch gave her a startled look. The two of them had been the best of friends since their own school days and there were no secrets between them.
Minerva nodded and handed her daughter's letter over to Poppy. While the medi-witch read through it, she broke the seal on the other letter, not daring to hope that it contained the news that she longed for.
Professor McGonagall,
If you haven't done so, I recommend reading the other letter I sent first. I think it's a letter of introduction, don't know for sure as I've never read it. Now, I'm assuming you read the other letter now, my name is Duo Maxwell. I have a small favor to ask of you and I know you'll probably refuse, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? You see, me and four of my friends are in a bit of a predicament. We currently find ourselves on the run from the authorities, the normal kind, not Wizarding ones. Now, before I know you'll accept to take in five fugitives, I know you want answers. Well, never let it be said that Duo Maxwell lied.
Okay, let's see, where to start? Oh okay, here we go. At the end of the last year, Christmas to be exact, there was a great battle in space, between the Earth Sphere and the Colonies. Me and my companions took part in that battle, and many others before that. We were considered terrorists on the Sphere cause we were willing to fight for what we believed in. When the final battle was finished, we were pardoned for all previous crimes, as they were the direct result of war. Now, however, six months later, we find ourselves being hunted down by the leader of the Preventers, that's their new law enforcement agency, to see what has been done to us by the scientists who first sent us on our missions. But we all know that nothing was done to us, but no one is willing to listen to us.
If you are still willing to help us after hearing all this, please meet me in the Leaky Cauldron, at ten in the morning of August 5.
Sincerely,
Duo Maxwell
"Poppy, he's alive," tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. "He's alive. And he wants to meet with me."
"When?" the medi-witch looked at her curiously.
"Saturday," she sniffed. "I have to prepare a few rooms, and inform Dumbledore…"
Poppy Pomfrey barely controlled a laugh as she watched her best friend, the usually composed Minerva McGonagall, flutter around like a nesting bird.
1. www. thefreedictionary magic
Ammie: Okay, so this is an edited version of the original. I thought I had already changed it, but apparently not.
