All disclaimers, warnings, and pairings in Ch. 1.

The pilots followed their commander, looking around the halls with a mix of paranoia, curiosity, and wonder. Of course, the wonder was them wondering just how hard they had hit their heads. Quatre spun around for the eighth time since they had started following the old man. He kept getting the feeling that they were being watched. Wufei swore up and down that he saw one of the paintings move while Duo was convinced that one of the suits of armor had watched them walk down the hall. Not that Sally, Heero, or Trowa would admit to it, but they had seen it too. Where the hell were they? Hero started to pay attention to the old man's ramblings again.

"- This is a boarding school so tomorrow you are welcome to join the students for breakfast. It ends at eight since they have classes to attend. I am the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore."

Sally looked back at him, "Sally Po of the first division Preventers. I am the commander of this division. Before you, you have the best agents in our program. Agent Yuy, Agent Chang, Agent Winner, Agent Maxwell, and Agent Barton."

The boys nodded in a hello as Sally said their names. Dumbledore gave no indication that he found their titles odd.

He motioned to a portrait in front of them, "This is where you shall stay."

The boys and Sally all blinked a few times in confusion, they were staying inside a painting?

Dumbledore smiled at their bewildered looks, "This is the door to your room. The password is 'snippet'."

The pilots' and Sally's jaws dropped for the third time that night as the wall swung open to reveal a room with six beds. Dumbledore smiled again and departed to leave the dumbfounded Preventers to figure it out on their own. They all looked at one another and carefully entered the room, drawing the weapons for the first time since they had entered the castle. They checked every nook and cranny of the room and declared it safe. They looked at each other, nodded a good night, took off their shoes and Preventer jackets, and promptly fell into bed asleep.

Harry was up early that morning. The reason for his wake? The open window next to him that was blowing in the crisp morning air. He blinked confused; he had closed it before he went to sleep. The culprit bit at his finger and his put on his glasses to see Hedwig sitting on his bed next to him. He blinked in confusion but then saw the letter that was tied to her leg. He reached over and took it off her leg and stared at it in utter confusion. It was from the Dursleys.

Harry ripped it open instantly, wondering what would possess his relatives to send him mail. He read the letter and blinked, wondering why he was so surprised. It was just like his relatives, well, aside from the whole own thing. He shook his head; he'd talk to Ron and Hermione about it over breakfast. He got up and got dressed and headed to breakfast early. He was glad he did, he would have missed the show otherwise.

The pilots had awoken early that morning. They weren't able to sleep long in an unknown place and they were used to getting up early for training and missions. They had put their jackets and shoes back on, Sally tying her hair up in the usual twist, Duo fixing his braid, and Wufei putting his in its usual ponytail. They pushed the wall open and wandered into the halls. They had memorized their way around what they had been shown so they had no problem finding their way back to the dinning hall.

The only problem was about half way there Heero found himself suddenly pelted with a balloon full of pink goo. Heero froze on the spot, reaching up and whipping the offending goo off of his face with a small growl. Duo was cracking up while the others were trying their damndest to not laugh. Heero glared in the direction that the balloon had come from and blinked at the sight before him.

Floating a good three feet above his head was a see through man in old-fashioned clothes laughing his head off. The others took notice to the floating man and pulled out their guns to shoot the thing.

"He's already dead, you can't hurt him," a voice from behind them announced.

All the pilots spun and pointed their guns at the boy before remembering that they were at a school and shoved their guns back into their hidden holsters. The boy standing before them blinked like he thought he saw something but wasn't sure.

Trowa was the first to recover, "What do you mean dead?"

The boy continued his decent down the stairs. He had black hair and the brightest green eyes that they had ever seen. He was muscular but thin like he hadn't always been well nourished. He was also slightly on the short side and looked about 17. The pilots assessed him as a minor threat if he were to try and had any skills that they didn't know about. Nothing to cause worry.

"He's a poltergeist. He's been dead for a long time. He likes to pick on everyone except the teachers. Just avoid him and you'll be fine."

He Preventers just started at him, vaguely registering that he had a British accent. Poltergeist? As in a ghost? And they could see it? The boy proceeded to pull a stick out of his pocket while the Preventers were confused. He walked up to Heero and pointed it at his face.

Everyone froze as the word 'Scourgify' was muttered. The goo was gone, the stick back in the boys pocket, and he was walking toward the dinning hall before any of them could react.

"What the hell was that?!" Duo exploded.

Heero touched his face before looking after the boy. That boy had pointed a stick at him and walked away before any of them knew what to do. What the hell was this place?