Alas! I have been thinking about this story for weeks! Even writing little excerpts and such. Couldn't get it out of my head. It's a GW/HP crossover and its definitely AU.

Pairings: Heero/Duo, Trowa/Quatre, Harry/Wufei, and Draco/OC.

If you dislike slash, why are you even bothering to read this slash riddled fan fic? Please, just save yourself the trouble and go read something else.

Disclaimer: I'm not brilliant; therefore, I didn't create the Gundam Wing or Harry Potter universes.

Prologue – Of Acceptance

Alexandria Chevalier was bored, which, of course, was to be expected from the ten year old girl since she was the only child in the hospital, at the current moment. There was nothing for her to do, nobody was extremely injured or anything, but that also meant that nearly everyone was in the recovery room, and she was never allowed there. In fact, during her whole five years living at St. Augustine Hospital, she had been in that room only once, and that was because the patient was suicidal. The nurses, thankfully, never cared or gushed over her when she helped someone anymore. They just ignored her now, like she was another piece of equipment or something, which she didn't mind at all.

Of course, she was still treated well. The daughter of Gaston Étienne Chevalier had to be treated well or they were sure her father would not be pleased. No one would want her father unhappy. Bad things happened when you made her father unhappy. Unfortunately they didn't know that her father didn't care for trivial things and, ever since her mother died, she had been a trivial thing. That is why her father sent her off to live at St. Augustine Hospital, because he didn't have the time to care anymore. She hadn't seen her father in three years, but she didn't mind. She was used to being isolated and alone.

For you see, Alexandria was not a normal girl. Ever since she could remember she was able do amazing things. She could create shields that not even grenades could penetrate. She also could heal. From the slightest bruise to fractured femurs, she could heal nearly everything and not leave a scar. That was the reason why her father sent her off to St. Augustine's. Her protection, or so she was told, was vital. Organizations, like OZ, would kill (quite literally) for abilities like hers. The fact that her mother's last wish was to not allow her daughter to be a pawn in the war was the only reason her father didn't stick her in an orphanage somewhere.

Not that Alexandria cared at this point in time. Currently, the girl was bored out of her mind. She had already read the last of the books from the library down the street, and was now staring blankly at the window. She absently twirled a lock of blonde hair around her finger, her light blue eyes looking at the sky with a slightly wistful look. The door opened and a woman walked in.

"Mademoiselle Chevalier…" she began in French.

Alexandria didn't turn her head and continued to stare at the blue sky.

"Is some one hurt, Anna? Are they in need of assistance?" she asked.

"Non Mademoiselle, but some of your father's men wish to speak to you," Anna said, politely.

Alexandria looked at her. "Are you certain?" she asked slowly.

The nurse nodded. "We were informed last night while you were asleep that your father wishes to speak to you about something."

Alexandria smiled softly. "Father is here, as well?"

Anna shook her head. "Unfortunately, he had some last minute business to take care of and was unable to attend."

"I see." Alexandria looked down at her lap, sighing dejectedly. It was foolish to get her hopes up for something as trivial as that. She shook her head and looked at the nurse with a bright smile. "Best not keep Father's men waiting." She walked out of the room to see two big men in suits guarding a brown-haired man, sitting in a chair in the entrance room of the hospital. As soon as she walked into the room, the brown-haired man stood up and smiled warmly at her.

"Mademoiselle Chevalier?" he asked, extending his hand out.

"Oui," she replied pleasantly as she took his hand. Not all of her father's associates were this nice to talk to. Normally, they all just treated her like a child. "Enchante, Monsieur…"

"Lupin. Remus Lupin," he said.

She smiled at him. "Enchante, Monsieur Lupin," she repeated, as she sat down on the seat across from him. "How do you know my father?"

"Ah… he is a friend of a friend," he answered vaguely.

"I see…" she said, frowning, "Why are you here? Father doesn't normally let me meet with his associates."

Lupin smiled at her again. "I am here to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School for Gifted Children. Your father has already approved. All you need is to accept and gather you're things, and we can leave for the Hogwarts tonight."

Alexandria's eyes widened. Hogwarts was a very prestigious school that was almost impossible to get in. Other than the extreme cost, there was a long list of pre-requisites that were needed to be met before even being considered. Not to mention it was located in the space colonies… Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. Her father never paid this attention to her schooling, so why should he care now?

"Why Hogwarts? Not that I'm not pleased, but Beauxbatons Academy is in France, and not as expensive. Not to mention it is nearly as prestigious as Hogwarts. It would be easier to send me there."

Lupin looked at her in amusement. "It's almost as if you don't want to go…" he said, grinning at her.

"Non!" she said hastily, "Non, it's not that. It's just Father…" She stopped abruptly. That wouldn't be a wise thing to say. Lupin smiled at her.

"Mademoiselle Chevalier… Alexandria… Hogwarts is a school for gifted children."

Alexandria looked confused. "I… I don't understand."

"Are you able to do things that no one else can do, Alexandria?"

She bit her lip. Abilities that no one else could do… Suddenly, it all clicked. Her healing and shielding abilities! Of course! She hesitated, before nodding slightly.

"Hogwarts is a school that will help you control these abilities… these gifts."

Alexandria was biting her lip thinking it over. She hadn't been to a real school before. She had no idea what to expect. And there would be other children. She wasn't used to being around people her own age. She wouldn't even know anyone. She was lucky that she could speak English without an extremely noticeable accent. There were some perks to being the daughter of a rich Englishman, after all. But that wasn't the point.

"Alright," she said after a long moment of consideration, "I accept. I'll go to Hogwarts."

Draco Malfoy couldn't believe it. He was going to be shipped off to space tomorrow, to go to the one and only Hogwarts School for Gifted Children. He was the first Malfoy to be accepted and his parents were thrilled. He, on the other hand, wasn't.

He had tried to convince them that he could control his power perfectly fine. His mother, of course, completely agreed with him, but went on to say something about new experiences and once in a life time chances. He completely ignored her after she agreed. His father went straight to the point, like always, and pointed out the knife flying incident.

Honestly, one little incident that involved sharp pointy objects and his father was ready to ship him off to boarding school. Sure, the incident nearly castrated Dobby, the family chief, but it didn't do much harm afterwards. Even Dobby was able to laugh about it afterwards, although he still wouldn't left Draco near anything sharp.

Draco groaned and fell on his bed. Seven years with snotty brats and incompetent imbeciles. He wasn't going to last, he knew it. It was like going to prison. Unfortunately, he couldn't convince his parents otherwise. After a short argument with his father (in which he lost spectacularly), his father gave him a nice pat on the head and a long winded speech that basically said 'live up to the Malfoy name and make me proud, or else.' He was then sent to bed. His mother would probably be dissolving into tears every other hour in the morning, totally disregarding the fact that he practically begged her to allow him to stay at home.

Draco sighed. He was too anxious and upset to even think about anything else, other than the school. He thought about its classes, and grounds, and the people he'd meet...His last thought as he drifted off to sleep was that maybe Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad after all…

Harry smiled happily as he stared at the shuttle taking him up to the colonies. Even though he was nervous, he could barely keep in a yell of joy as he was called to board. No more chores, no more getting screamed at, no more hand-me-downs, but most importantly, no more DURSLEYS!

Although after hearing the words gifted, the Dursleys firmly disagreed with letting Harry go. Because if anyone was gifted, it was most definitely their son Dudley and certainly not him. Harry snorted at that thought. He was sure that Dudley Dursley was far from gifted (unless you counted his amazing ability to weight as much as a baby whale, but he didn't consider being at least half pig qualified as a gift). All it took to silence their protests and allow him to go to Hogwarts was the phrases, 'already paid in full' and 'leave for seven years.' After a whole five minutes of deliberation, Harry was ushered out of the door with a small bag full of his belongings.

He was just relieved when the big man who came for him (his name was Hagrid or something of that sort) didn't mention the school's actual purpose. If Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon ever figured out the Hogwarts was a school for freaks (Aunt Petunia's words, not his), he was sure they would pull him out.

He couldn't really help the fact that he lost his temper easily. If he could actually control the random explosions that happened around him, he was sure that his 'gift' would never see the light of day. He hated the fact that it was so destructive.

Thankfully, his Uncle was far too afraid to hand him over to OZ or an orphanage. Harry wasn't sure why his Uncle was so afraid of it, though. He wasn't really the type of person to come back for revenge. He'd rather let all his emotions out in a more productive way, like on his violin. He found that if he did that, the explosions were less likely to happen. Apparently his relatives figured this out as well, because they never took it away and only scolded him for it occasionally. A voice over the intercom interrupted his thoughts.

"Attention all passengers! Please…"

Harry sighed happily as he settled down in his seat and stared out the window. He always wanted to fly and now, it seemed that nearly all his wishes were coming true. He finally had a place where he belonged. He was going to be able to control his power, and he didn't have to worry about accidentally hurting someone. Harry closed his eyes and grinned happily.

And, finally, he was free.

A/N: Voila! The prologue is done! Unfortunately, I once again created a female character. Huzzah for me and my main character OCs! I'm trying to get rid of the habit, really I am! In all honesty, though, I tried to use Fleur, but I totally despise the name Fleur, and, no offense to Fleur fans, I'm not really all that fond of her. Then, I thought of Ginny, but then it would make me think of canon (for some reason whenever I think canon, I think Ginny… maybe it is all the Post-DH Harry/Ginny fanfics I've been reading lately), and canon makes me sad. Finally, I tried Hermione, but I can't see her pull off the gun wielding evil assassin bit needed for my story without making her seem too OOC. So, I made up a new character! Yay!

Yes, Draco is telekinetic, Harry blows things up, and Alex heals/shields people, but they are all still developing their powers. Keep this in mind as the story progresses.

About my French – erm… all the French in the story is from what little I remember from my one semester of French (which I mostly slept in) and the internet, so feel free to tell me about any grammar or spelling mistakes. I'm sorry if butchered the language. (.);;;

Hope you enjoyed it! R&R! Ciao, for now!