Title: Crossing Time
Author: Inmortal-Witch
Category: Harry Potter/Gundam Wing Crossover
Rating: T for now, may change
Summary: Voldemort has captured Harry. In an attempt to rid the world of Harry, he uses an ancient spell, but instead of Harry going back in time, he jumps forward, where his biggest adventure yet.
Warning: This is SLASH!!! That means boy-on-boy action. Don't like? Don't read! Other warnings include those for violence, brief sences of torture, and foul language: 1x2, 3x4, 5xHP
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing. They belong to JKR and Sunrise, and many other people and companies. I'm not makin' any money off this story, so please don't sue me.
Dedicated to: My friend, Jake.
AN: I am Inmortal-Witch154. I lost my password to my other account, and FF won't send me my password. So I created a new account. I'm not stealing this story. It is mine, just being posted under a different name.
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You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
- Three Days Grace "Pain" "AHHHH!!!"
Red eyes glowed with sadistic pleasure as the boy finally screamed in pain. Shirtless, everyone in the brightly lit room could see the welts, open and bleeding from his most recent beating.
"Severus."
The command remained unspoken, yet the pale, hooked nose man understand it. He stepped away from his longtime lover and stood in front the broken body. Grabbing the boy's unruly dark hair, he took a milky white potion from his robes, and with a smirk, poured it down his throat. The boy wasn't so smug and arrogant now, on his knees in front of the assembled crowd.
"He is ready for the ritual, my Lord." Severus Snape informed his Lord. Hogwart's former potions master, and traitor to the Light, stepped back to join Lucius at their Lord's side.
"Excellent." Lord Voldemort, formally known as Tom Riddle, stood and walked over to the kneeling boy, who struggled against his captors' hold. The boy looked up as he approached, and when Tom stood in front of him, he spat on his shoes, emerald eyes blazing with defiance.
Tom slapped the boy and snarled, "You'll regret that, Potter." With that, the Dark Lord stepped away from the famous Boy-Who-Lived and begin casting his spell. "Transitus aetas, transitus tractus. Eo procul a locus, diversus nostri. Evanui quod vexo nos haud magis."*
He repeated the chant four more times, and he had begun the final chant when a bright light filled the room, blinding the occupants. When the light cleared, Harry Potter had disappeared.
Harry blinked. Standing him in front of him, almost hidden by the fog, was his godfather, Sirius, who died last year.
"Sirius?" He asked, shocked.
Sirius smiled and nodded, catching Harry as he hugged him. "Yeah, it's me, Kiddo." He grabbed Harry's shoulders. "I don't have a lot of time, and I've got some things to tell you, so listen up. You-know-who was using a time reversal spell. But now, instead of going back in time, you'll be going forward."
Sirius smiled. "Most of the time, if not done correctly, the spell will take you another place where you're needed. Once you've done what you need to, it takes you home."
Looking around and noticing the fog had started lifting, he finished. "Harry, the second thing I need to tell you is that I'll be here waiting when you get back."
Harry felt himself getting lighter, like an out of body experience. He saw Sirius smile sadly. "See ya later, kiddo." And with that, Harry knew no more.
Sirius watched as his godson disappeared, headed towards his next adventure. "Be safe." he whispered before he began his own journey to the light. He had a mate to see.
Blood spattered the floor as the bullet tore though the man's heart. The sound of another body hitting the ground informed Cal that his partner had killed another of the guards. Turning around, he fired a shot into the shadows, smirking as a body dropped to the ground, a bullet hole between his eyes.
"Mission complete." The softly spoken words of his partner had Cal turning around to face Lin, who held a black computer disk in his hand.
Quatre sat on the couch, his head resting in Trowa's lap, watching the action movie Heero had picked up. Trowa ran his fingers though Quatre's platinum hair, a smile on his face. Hidden between them were their guns. Even at home, they never fully relaxed. Opposite of them laid Wufei, his arm wrapped in a bandage. His sword rested against the arm of the couch, and a bowl of popcorn sat on the floor, next to an empty soda can. Their hyperactive American friend sat between the legs of his boyfriend, eating the popcorn. Heero sat, somewhat alert even with his friends.
A flash of color in the hallway caught Quatre's eye, and he stiffened slightly in Trowa's arms. Trowa, however, felt the slight tensing of his lover's body and, curious to what had caused this, looked down at him. Seeing him looking toward the hallway, Trowa glanced it,saw the light beyond and frowned. No one, and nothing, should be in the house with them.
Noticing the distracted pilot and his frowning boyfriend, Wufei's standing and drawing of his blade caused a chain reaction. Duo stood, all playfulness gone. Instead of their hyper friend, Shinigami stood in his place. Heero had already pulled out his gun and was swiftly making his way down the hall toward the swirling lights.
The other four pilots followed him, alert and ready to shoot at a minute's notice. Turning a corner, they saw a light azure, twirling portal of light. Blinded by its radiance, the boys back around the corner. Something landed on the ground with a soft thud, and with a burst of white light, the portal faded from existence.
Looking around the corner, they found a black haired boy, unconscious. Shocked, they stared at the body in the middle of the room. Tears welled up in Quatre's eyes, and a whispered "Oh my God" echoed in the silence. Even with all the things they had seen during the war, the sight of their new guest still shocked the tender-hearted Quatre.
Pieces of skin had been torn from the boy's back, leaving it bloody. Welts and scars decorated the areas of skin still left. The back of his pants were bloody as well, with blood dripping down his legs.
Quatre buried his face in Trowa's shoulder, crying at the sight, imagining the pain the poor boy had suffered. Gently Heero and Dup turned the body over to discover it was just as bad as the back. Bruises, in varying states of healing, littered the thin, malnourished body. A ring of fingerprints surrounded his throat like a purple necklace. The word "Freak" had been carved into his chest. One glance told you his nose had been broken, and his left eye was swollen shut.
"Wufei, can you carry him to the sickroom while I get my supplies?" Trowa asked, taking action while he held his boyfriend.
Without a word, Wufei gently picked the boy up, who winced in pain, even while unconscious. Trowa followed him up the stairs. Duo stood in the room, watching with a frown while Quatre cried. Picking up the remote, Heero turned the movie off before heading upstairs with the two emotional pilots. He doubted anyone would want to finish it, not with the arrival of the mysterious stranger.
It wasn't until they had cleaned the boy's face that they found an unusual scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.
1.) Crossing time, Crossing space. Travel to a place, different than ours. Disappear and annoy us no more.