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Chapter 10 The beginning of fate

"Maxwell, are you feeling all right today?" Heero Yuy asked Duo as the latter was seated in his room, his gaze directed at the ceiling, staring at nothing. When Heero sat down, Duo turned his gaze over to meet Heero's, his violet eyes full of interest. He played with his braid for a few moments before he immediately stood up.

"Yeah, Hee-chan, what is it...?" He said, his vision unfocused until he rubbed his eyes and then smiled at him faintly.

"You've been out of it all day and you've been having strange dreams again, right?" Heero pressed.

Duo just shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah," He said absent-mindedly, "I'm not sure exactly what I can call these odd feelings, Hee-chan. They're certainly not logical by Wing boy standards, aren't they?" He laughed, lightly but the sound was so artificial it certainly couldn't convince Heero that Duo wasn't upset about something.

"...We have a mission to do," He said sharply, as though that was the only thing he was capable of saying at this point in time.

Duo, who was still spacing out, ran a hand through his braid before turning his gaze back to Heero. "It's just, ya know, sometimes I wonder if there's more of a life beyond just bein' a Gundam boy, fightin' and killin'...I just wonder if I would ever be able to live a normal life. But in these dreams, this person who feels like me has to do things he never wanted. And I wonder if they really do mean anything in the long run."

Heero looked at him for a few moments. "...Maxwell, just be yourself."

Duo looked at him and smiled. "You're right, Hee-channn."

"Heero," Heero said sharply. "Can you please use my name properly?"

Duo sighed. "You're no fun, ya know that." Duo said, but there was an affectionate smile playing about on his lips as he smiled at Heero.

Still, Heero couldn't help but feel like something was really going to change soon and that Duo was drifting away from them all.

As elegant, withered old fingers grasped the handles of the teacup the latter was holding in her hands, she listened to what the old man had to say with growing displeasure and disinterest. Normally, she would admit that the man ran a pretty good school and took care of her darling grandchild, but now was not the time for such petty flattery. If this old man thought he was going to woo her over so easily, he was mistaken.

"And so you see, young Mr. Potter has disappeared, but I believe he might be alive, still. Do you believe in reincarnation, Miss Augusta Longbottom?"

Augusta put down her cup of tea and glowered at the old man before her, causing him to flinch a little at the austerity in her eyes. Clearly, she was not an easy puppet to be used in someone else's game.

"No, I do not believe in Muggle nonsense, Albus. Why are you so concerned with a dead student who had a role thrust upon him that he was too young for and never prepared for to begin with?"

Albus shook his head mentally. Damned woman. He'd have to use other tactics to get to her, like appealing to her emotions.

"I would like it if I could take your grandson Neville under some special training to have him help the Wizarding World. Augusta, you see, a long time ago, a prophecy was hatched that said that two boys born would bring about the downfall of Voldemort."

"Yes?" She said, her interest piqued. She'd never heard this tale before. She decided to listen.

"The two boys whose names were in the prophecy were Harry James Potter and Neville Longbottom. Basically, your grandson's destiny was foretold by one Sybil Trelawney, and his mission is to destroy Voldemort, seeing as Mr. Potter cannot, as he is dead."

"Reincarnation doesn't exist, and you are a damned fool, Albus. To think I'd let you ensnare my child in any of your insane plots. The answer is and always will be...NO. Now, get out." She said, drinking a cup of tea again.

"But Augusta-" He said, but she'd had enough.

"Leave," She barked.

Albus took his leave, but not before cursing the old woman to hell in a thousand ways in his mind as he left. "Blast. How am I supposed to save the world when the pawns aren't there to be sacrificed?"

That night, he dreamt of an odd black and white object with glowing green eyes wielding a scythe.

"Farewell, Albus Dumbledore! Your soul belongs to the Shinigami!" A cackle emitted from the robot said as the scythe cut Albus in two, stealing his soul.

"It was all a dream." He muttered, "Or was it?" He looked over at Fawkes.

"Is Harry still alive to fulfill his goal?"

The phoenix shrugged its shoulders before letting out a plaintive cry.

"One must leave the dead to rest, Albus," Nigel said from his portrait. "The dead don't come back to life."

"He is the master of Death. He cannot die."

"I cannot die here." Duo whispered as he was taken prisoner by Trowa. "No way..."

Duo woke the next morning, though he could've sworn he'd seen a boy with green eyes in his dream being sucked through a curtain to his death. "Damn those stupid dreams. They piss me off."