Fighting Love

Disclaimer: no I own neither Gravitation nor Harry Potter. Believe if I did, well…Sirius would still be around, happily mated to Remus…

Alright, this idea came up as one of my best friends, Ami Mizuno1, decided to declare war on me though IM…and well…um somehow this idea was spawn…And as for my other fics, I will do my best to update…before two years pass. Promise, I'm working on them, every time I can spare.

Crossover Gravitation and Harry Potter

Pairings: Tohma/Severus/Sakano, Eiri/Shuichi, Ryuichi/Tatsuha, Hiro/Harry/Suguru (? not sure about this pairing yet)

They were happy together, though, they met it under less than happy circumstances. Sakano Takahiro had been out, taking a walk, as he usually did to stay fit, when he sensed something strange. Looking up he stared at a young man, who looked at him, and took off running. And oddly enough, Sakano followed the boy, who had led him to an alleyway. Sakano came to a stop, a cry spilled from his lips, when he caught sight of a man lying bleeding to death, barely conscious, body wracked in constant pain. The young man he had been following knelt next to him, looking distressed as he looked at the man, before looking at him pleading. Without even realizing it, he was already in motion, kneeling next to the man, on the other side of the young man. When he looked up to question the boy, he was blinked. The boy wasn't solid, but actually fading fast. He couldn't believe he didn't recognize what he was when he saw him, an astral projection. Someone who projected their image, mind and soul out of their body for some reason.

Frowning at the specter of the boy, he quickly examined him, getting a lot of details with a five second look, but then again working in the music business a five second glance, was what made or break someone, taking their careers soaring high straight up or plump-ting down the drains, so you had to be really good at catching details. The boy had shoulder length black hair, loose and shaggy, with hint of red. His eyes were a memorizing emerald, and his skin was pale, though marred with blood, he looked around fourteen or fifteen years of age, if he was being generous. And then the clothing both the man and the boy were wearing, it looked like black robes. Both having had seen better days, as they were torn and charred. But was surprised him was the fact it wasn't one of the robes that he was used, even though it was clearly Wizarding.

"Who are you? How did this man get here? What happened to him? Who is he? Did you do this? Is this why you lead me here? Who are you? What are you?" Sakano began to shoot off questions, without breath, before the boy shook his head in distress, making a distress sound.

"What? I can't understand you. You go to fast. I don't…" The boy began stumbling, and Sakano blinked, surprised hearing English spilling from his mouth, but having learned it as he worked at N-G for years, and it was required for his job, he was fluent in it, and so he immediately, answered, "It's okay. I speak English. Now, who is this man…no that's not the important thing...? I need to get help!"

"NO! It's too dangerous; Severus will be killed, for sure. He'll have no chance." The boy cried out, "The Dark Lord…he wants to kill him, he's after him, if you take him public…"

"The Dark Lord?" Sakano repeated confused, before his eyes narrowed, as he registered the accent. It was English, not American. So this man was British, most likely from the Magical World of Britain. So this 'dark lord' had to be. "Voldemort?"

The boy specter nodded, and Sakano looked panicked for a moment before eyes narrowed in determination, his senses screaming at him to trust this boy and help this man, regardless of the confusion he was feeling. The boy suddenly looked panicked and cried out, "No!" As he almost completely disappeared, "I have to protect him. I can't go yet."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of him, I'll keep Severus safe, I promise." And watched as the specter faded, having run out of energy to continue his astral projection, against his will and desire.

Sighing he frowned again, 'How was he going to explain this to Segucho?' But that wasn't the important part, the important part was saving this man, this Severus, the boy had called him. His soul, magic and heart demanded it. Pressing his lips firmly together, he quickly flew though what he needed to do. Pulling out a thin wooden stick from the cuff of his sleeves, he whispered "Mutatio (1)." And the robes changed into Muggle clothing, torn pants and a long sleeve black shirt.

Another spell, this time a disillusion spell, with an notice me not, you can never be to careful after all, followed by a spell that levitated the unknown and injured man and he quickly headed to his apartment/flat (2), in which he lived, and despite the gossip and general public belief with anyone who knew him and worked with him actually, actually how about to the disbelief of everyone, it was actually quiet a far distance from N-G corporations.

Calling in sick to work, which should have been a quick and simple process, turned out to take up a lot of precious planning time as well, causing his anixety to highten, as he saw his sheets get darker with more blood that the man bled out at a dangerous rate. See when he called, he had to first convince the personal secretary of that took care of absences, that it wasn't a prank call from some bored teenagers trying to be funny. Yes he was Sakano Takahiro, the real Sakano, who did work there, not some imposter or random person with the same name. And no he wasn't dying nor anyone that he knew of, he hadn't lost him mind. Yes, he was absoluetly sure, that he wasn't coming into work that day, and he wasn't even sure if he would be in tomorrow, or the rest of the week for that matter. No, the world wasn't ending, no hell hadn't frozen over, or any other seniario that was quickly draining away his patience, and finally by the time the long twenty minute call was almost at an end, he was close to snapping and had become less polite, and acutally had to end the call himself by hanging up on her. Sakano knew he rarely took a sick day, and in fact the last time he had a sick day, was over eight years ago, and he had been new to N-G, then.

He placed the phone down, and then he returned his attention to the injured man, worrying his lip as he looked him over. He wasn't a healer; he knew only first aid for scratches and stuff, nothing even close to being up to par for healing this man. Winging his hands, he knelt by the man on his bed, ignoring the fact his sheets would need to be burned after this, and tried to summon any healing spells in his mind.

"Damn it." Sakano cursed, the words spilling out foreign, awkward and unbidden from his mouth, he rarely cursed, but right now, that's all he could do. His hands were tied, he needed to save this man's life, but he couldn't take him to a healer or even a hospital, as no questions could be raised up. Pressing his hands to his face, he struggled to calm his panic, and think. Trying to ignore that each second, Severus' magic faded little by little, showing he was dying. Gritting his teeth, he knelt next to the man, and summoned a basin to him, filled with hot soapy water, and began to clean the blood and dirt of the man's face. The basin was spelled so that dirty water was automatically replaced with fresh, clean water.

"What the…" Came from behind Sakano, causing him to drop the rag in shock, and spin on his knees, wand suddenly hand, and pointing at…his Sachou, Seguchi Tohma.

Shaking his head, Tohma was suddenly next to the unconscious man on the bed, picking up the rag that Sakano had dropped, he knelt down began to continue to clean away the blood and dirt, "I came here when I received a message from my secretary, telling me you had called in sick. Since the last time you called in sick, you were in the hospital, I grew worried, and came to check on you." He began, explaining, he jaw clenched in a determined set, though his pallor was pale, he continued to scrub the man's body down. "Now I assume you have good reasons on why you didn't call a hospital…" Pause, to glance at the wand that Sakano had dropped, "Or an healer?"

"Ha-Hai." Sakano stammered out, after he put his wand away, trying to calm his nerves, feeling the stress starting to lessen as help arrived, "This man, Severus, I believe, was apparently a victim of the European Dark Lord, Voldemort. And is still wanted, to get a healer or even Muggle hospital would be to dangerous, for him. And I don't know any private, trustworthy healers."

Seguchi stopped what he was doing for a moment, quickly thinking, before he leaned back on to his knees, and pulled out his cell phone, "So we don't go public. But we need help; good thing is that I do know a healer." Pushing a button, he waited a few seconds, before "Tatsuha, I need you at Sakano's now. Tell no one, I have confidential patient, who is going to die if not...understood." Hanging up the phone he looked at Sakano, "He'll meet us at my private beach house after he grabs his kit, says it'll be probably a good ten minutes."

Sakano nodded, his own home just wasn't really that secure or safe place for a hideout, unlike Tohma's 'house' more like manor, though it was small compared to his public one. So he quickly helped Tohma gather the injured man, and apparition (sp), focusing hard on making sure their passenger made it with them safely. When they arrived, the gently set him on the guest bed.

Just a few seconds after they settled, a loud pop broke the silence and had them both turning, wands once again pointed at the intruder, though Seguchi quickly lowered it when he saw it was a young man, dressed in a dark green kimono, with brown leaves etched on the bottom, with white bead belt around his waist, a small wooden box in hand. Sakano lowed his wand too, seeing the robes and the resemblance, surprised to see well a black haired Eiri Yuki standing before him. So this must be Tatsuha, the youngest Uesugi, and the other brother-in-law of the boss.

Tatsuha seemed to barely notice either Tohma or Sakano; in fact he breezed past, and knelt down, next to the patient. Quickly examining him, before frowning, and looking at his brother-in-law and Sakano, "I need a bath tub."

Though it wasn't his house, Sakano had been at the beach house plenty of times, and easily led the healer to one the bathroom with the largest tube, as Tohma and the levitated unconscious man, followed after them, to the bath room, watching as Tatsuha examined the tub, nodding decisively to himself, and waved his hand, no wand in sight over the tub, and the bath was suddenly filled with perfumed water.

Pointing his hand in the direction of the levitated man, with another flick of his wrist the clothes on Severus' vanished, and he took over rid Tohma's spell, gently guiding Severus, the healer placed him in the three person room tub of hot, herbal water. When Severus was placed just right, floating on the top part of the water, Tatsuha finally turned to the two men, and frowned at them.

"Alright, do you know how he was injured? How long he's been injured, where did you find him, why couldn't or didn't you call the hospital or another healer and what is his name?" Tatsuha quickly shot off, allowing his patient to soak first in the healing waters, so that all the injuries, no matter how far back came to the surface, so that he could heal him completely. Which included magically induced injuries, even ones that were basically just covered up and ignored, which, he hated, as the people who got treated, often thought that they were completely healed, and not knowing that it would come back to haunt them.

Tohma raised an eyebrow at his employee, indicating for him to answer, as he knew better than he did, and Sakano took a deep breath. "His name is Severus, while I'm not completely positive on how he became injured; I was lead to suspect that it has to do the European Dark Lord, Voldemort. Apparently he's on the wanted list, though why I don't know. This is why I couldn't contact any healer or take him to a hospital. I found him an alley; I was lead by an astral projection, of a young man. I am afraid beyond that, I have no other information, about him."

"I see." Tatsuha sighed, closing his eyes, to think, before shaking his head, "Alright, so a full physical is definitely needed." He muttered, as he turned back to face the man in the bathtub, ignoring the men behind him. Having got all the he needed, or well all that they knew from them.

Knowing his brother-in-law well after all, he had known him since he was in elementary school, Tohma got the hint, and gave a pained glance at the patient, his heart aching for some reason, everything in him screaming that he should never have been hurt, that they should have been there to protect him, and gently placing his arm on the small of his back, lead Sakano out of the room.

Sakano gave a confused glance at his boss, and bit his lip, worried and not wanting to go, but the look in his bosses' eyes, convinced him, and he let himself be lead out of the bathroom. Surprised, though pleased that the hand didn't move from his back, but instead continued to guide him to the guest bed, which was already cleaned by the house elf's, and sat down, when pressure increased slightly, immediately curling into the presence of Tohma, when he sat down. Taking comfort and strength from the solid and strong aura that always surrounded Seguchi.

A low, almost strangled voice was speaking, "He's not going to make it is he? He's lost so much blood." It took a moment, for Sakano to realize that it was him who was speaking, his mouth moving on its own accord. "Those injuries…they aren't fresh, he's been loosing blood non stop, and the alleyway was covered in it. There's no way Tatsuha can save him."

Placing an index finger on his lips, stopping the rambling, "Hush now, and discard those dark needless thoughts and worries." Tohma began, though his own voice was tight, and eyes dark with worry, showing he had the same thoughts as well, "Trust me, my brother-in-law is an extremely talented, if not, an extremely powerful healer, he has been well trained in the healing craft, since birth. He's a true healer. Not one of those medi-wizards, from the hospital, that can only heal with potions and charms, his aura itself heals. Severus will be just fine."

Sakano closed his eyes, tightly keeping tears at bay, and clung onto his boss, and lover. Afraid to pray, and afraid not to, but he needed to hope, and so he just forced himself to accept Tohma's words as facts, trying to use the words to silence his fears.

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Tatsuha satisfied that they had been left alone, as he preferred to be when he healed. Less distractions and worries about one's dignity, turned attention to his patient.

Kneeling down, he began to run the wet rag gently across the skin. Cleaning up dirt, drying blood and pus, continuing to do so until his entire body was revealed to him. After replacing the filthy, murky water with clean, fresh herbal water, the fifth time, the full damage was revealed to him. Pale, snowy white skin, now marred and decorated with slashes, cuts, bruises, half headed wounds already infected, that it was oozing puss, covered his entire body, and on his left arm, just above his elbow, a huge chunk of skin, was missing, so much so that he saw bone.

Though appalled at what he was seeing, he forced himself to keep himself under control, deeply in the trance of healing. His body's aura radiating at first a soft white light, symbolizing just how deep he was sunk into a healing trance, but it had grown to vibrant silver light, as he drove deeper in, pulling his healing energy to the surface.

Taking a wash cloth, he began to scrub the body, gently but firmly. Reopening half healed wounds as he cleaned out the bacteria, the puss, the dried blood and other filth that had gotten trapped. His hands moved smoothly and quickly down the body, but they missed no wounds, spending time on each injury, no matter how small, until the water was completely filthy. With a wave of his hands, the dirty water was gone, and fresh, clean and herbal water had come. And he continued once again with his scrubbing, until, he had gone from head to toe, by which the water had been replaced four times. Leaning back onto his heels, he pulled his wooden box to him, and opened it up…pulling out tons of potions and herbs from a tiny box, that it had to be enchanted to be bottomless or else it couldn't fit all of that.

Picking up the potion that would pull out any bacteria, dirt, dark magic or other filth that hadn't come out or couldn't come out from soaking and scrubbings, Tatsuha opened the vial, and poured a lavish amount onto his hands and to lather Severus's body completely. Frowning when black like puss mixed with blood oozed out of most of the wounds, the darker color that came out meant that there was a lot of filth infecting the wounds.

"Where did you they find you? A sewer?" Tatsuha hissed to himself, as he began to rescrub the wounds, this time with another potion drenching the rag. He didn't stop until every inch of the black ooze was gone, and when he scrubbed every inch of the ooze off, he cleaned the water again. And picked up a potion vial, similar to the first potion he had covered Severus' in, and lathered him again. Again puss oozed out of the wounds, but this time it was a light gray. Pressing his lips together tightly, he scrubbed again, and the potion was rubbed on again.

The time, nothing but blood came out, satisfied the healer moved down ward, working tirelessly as he poured and applied different potions and herbs, very few of the potions were needed to be orally applied. First Tatsuha healed on internal injuries, stopping bleeding, and healing things that should have been healed along time ago. Especially the effects of unforgivable and other dark arts that had been used on his patient, though years, from what he could gather from the damages. When done with that, he went to the serious injuries externally. Including the left arm, the left arm itself, had taken three restorative potions being rubbed on the skin around the bone, until a new pink skin began lightly to layer the bone, and he wrapped it firmly in gauze and tape, be spelled to keep things out and to keep dry. Any broken bones were next, most of which were in his hands, for some reason, they had been carefully shattered, so it took him along time to get rid of the splinters, and heal the bones until the hands were usable again. Followed by the feet, torn to shreds, and completely infected, which he began to heal again.

As each injury healed, he saw glimpses of how they were caused, as his power reached for any trace, searching to heal and erase all the damages. After finding all the wounds that wouldn't be simply cure with potions and spells, but also time, and treating them the best they could, he wrapped them, with protective bandages, and began to chant healing charms and spells over the man, speeding up the progress of the healing.

Finally there were no more infections, or unattended to past injuries, so Tatsuha levitated Severus out of the tub, placed a light weighing white robe around him and guided him to the futon, that had apparently been cleaned while he had cleaned him. Ignoring the people, this had grown from being two to four when he had been involved completely in healing.

Tohma jumped to his feet when they came out, keeping silent though until Tatsuha had guided Severus to the futon, had covered him, "Well?"

"He'll live. And within a few weeks, if he keeps off his feet and doesn't do anything strenuous, or get injured, he'll be fully healed." Tatsuha answered softly, before turning back into the bath, as excited babble escaped and Sakano and Tohma rushed to the side of the unconscious man, easily seeing the difference in his condition now, than when they had first found him.

Lifting the blanket a little to inspect the healing man, and smiles, tired, drawn smiles appeared on their face, as they saw the scars, bruises and slashes, that they had remembered seeing when they had cleaned the man, was gone. Leaving no trace of anything but pale, healed skin, unmarred even by scars. Though there were occasional bandages. With the pressure off, Sakano sank to his knees in relief, trembling, face wet with tears, while Tohma simply gave into light relieved laughter, his way of relieving and lessening the strain, sinking to his knees as well, embracing the other man, as he cried into his shoulders. While Noriko watched pleased that apparently what had been weighing on them, vanished, as they saw the damage was gone, and Severus was safe and well on his way to recovery.

Back in the bathroom, gathering his healing supplies, Tatsuha replaced them in his kit, allowing the healing trance, fade away as the patient was now stable, and recovering, in a healing sleep. When the last glow faded, the emotions, the turmoil, the sickness that he had been suppressing surged forth, and Tatsuha quickly stumbled over to the bathroom's toilet. Lifting the lid up just in time, as his stomach rebelled, vomiting everything he had eaten in it. Trembling violently, tears falling, as he mind played images of had been done to the man, not just the injuries but also having seen it, as he healed the wounds. He continued heaving, dispelling everything he had eaten that morning and the night before, until he was dry heaving, and just stayed there, now feeling the lack of energy, stiffness and the burning muscles though out his body.

Only then becoming aware, that there was someone who had been behind him, an arm wrapped around his waist, while the other hand was rubbing circles in his back, and been doing so for the past ten minutes as he lost everything he eaten, that day and the day before, while crying. Before he could try to gather the energy to move, the presence handed him a glass of water, which Tatsuha tried to grab, but almost spilled with his shaking grip, so long, thin fingers wrapped themselves around his fingers, and helped still the cup, guiding him to drink, "Slowly, now swish it and spit out…" A soft, comforting husky voice told him.

"That's it. Now take this." 'This' that had been handed to him turned out to be mouth wash, which he used promptly took, swishing and gurgling before he spit out, now leaning back against the presence, to tired to do anything, or even sit now, on his own. Just obeying the voice, as even his brain turned to mush, though the voice sounded vaguely familiar. "Now drink some water." Sipping it down, he sighed, and the voice spoke again, "Feels better now doesn't it… Na No Da (3).

Tatsuha froze, it couldn't be, trying to look at the man, but lacking the energy caused him to only to lean back harder, while the arm just tighten his grip around his waist, "Whoa, easy there."

The man replied with a laugh, though concern still laced it. Hearing that phase, the trade mark of 'Ryuichi Sakuma', then hearing the laughter, helped him realize why that voice was familiar, and he turned blushed mortified, bending his head, as he forced himself to pull out any hidden energy, hoping that it came with the surge of embarrassment that he had faced, there wasn't much left in the reserves, in fact he had delved a little to deeply in his life energy when he been healing earlier…which when his brother found out, he knew he was going to get killed, but suddenly death over this mortification seemed much better.

Anyway, deciding he needed to check for himself, he tilted head back, and stared at the gorgeous face, of his god, Sakuma. Of whom he had a wickedly huge crush on, it could even be related to love, but as he hadn't really got to have any private meetings with him, he knew his family called it 'obsession'. And he finally got his life wish and dream to actually happen, he actually got to meet Sakuma, face to face, with no one else around in the room...and Sakuma had found him hunched over a toilet, purging everything he had eaten for the last forty-eight hours, looking a mess from hours of continuous healing and absolutely no energy to move from he was keeling. His dream was turning into his worst nightmare, he thought…when Sakuma raised an eyebrow, gave a small frown and summoned a wet cloth and whipped his face, reminding him of the fact that his face was blotchy from crying, he changed him mind, it was his worst nightmare.

(1)- Change

(2)- Whatever you know it as.

(3)- If you don't recognize that phase…well…I'm not going to even go there