The Heir of House Black

AN: I make no profit from this. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Gundam Wing is owned by Sunrise.

26: The Big Game

Everything was working out exactly as she'd planned. The final match of the year had run longer than it had in prior years. You could see the joy in Harry's eyes as he matched wits against Draco up in the skies of Hogwarts to catch the snitch. Their relationship had eased some of the tension that usually drove them, making their match a bit less aggressive and a bit more playful. As a result, the rest of the team had worked hard. In the end, Slytherin had ended the game with Draco catching the snitch, but Gryffindor's team had better offense and defense overall. They had kept a huge lead the entire game, so that even with the snitch, they ended up ahead at 310 to 300.

However, the real surprise had of course been the Twins and several Alumni showing up in the crowd after the game ended, Challenging the new guard to a game. Of course, everyone wanted in on it. Just as she had predicted, Duo had joked and then Heero had taken said joke to heart and before anyone knew what was happening lines were being drawn and all 5 of her nemeses were drawn into a game of the century. She sat and waited and watched.

The game drug on, no one wanting it to end, but finally as the evening grew Albus had stepped in and requested the Seekers stopped lollygagging and end the game. Of course, that had done little to end the night though. The game over, but the spirit of comradery high in the air, each house had moved back to their dorms to party late into the night.

Quatre, worn and more than a little high with all the happiness in the air had retired as soon as he'd made it back to the Slytherin dorms. Draco was tempted to sneak into Gryffindor Tower for some butterbeer and a snog but took Quatre's advice and stayed. After all, there was no telling if it was even safe at all with the Twins on the loose.

The rest of the boys had all followed Harry and the rest of Gryffindor. Heero had a feeling, but Quatre hadn't seemed worried. He should have known that the blonde had been 'drugged' so to speak, but honestly no one had ever managed to take advantage of Quatre like this. Quatre was the chess master, the one who was always five steps ahead. So if Quatre wasn't worried, then what did Heero have to fear. Unknowingly dancing to the tune of a different musician. He ignored the feeling of impending danger and allowed the mob to drag him under.

Fei had retired first, then Trowa and finally Heero & Duo were heading for bed when it happened. The feeling that hit his spine, the sense of incoming death, like the cool before the storm. Later he would think it was like that moment before Zech and he clashed, beam sabers igniting, preparing to strike.

Hermione was approaching Harry with single-minded focus. She was gripping something tightly, though he couldn't see what it was and she was very much not drunk. He knew he'd seen her downing the very dosed butterbeer the twins had brought. She'd gotten wasted before any of them… or had she. She moved to bring the boy into a hug. Harry's eyes widened. Heero's reaction was immediate. Gun in one hand, wand in the other, he'd fired them both.

The entire room had stilled. Time had stopped. Everyone was looking at Heero and then at where he'd fired. Screams. Blood. Heero's gun hit the floor with a clatter. Oh god, what had he done.

Hermione was holding Harry tightly. She'd known. She'd been one move ahead the entire time. She'd swung Harry into the line of fire. It was only pure luck that Heero had been aiming for Hermione's shoulder and not her heart. Even with the height difference, the bullet had been close, but it still might have punctured a lung. Harry fell to the floor, wheezing and coughing up blood.

People had their wands out, but it seemed that no one really knew what to do. Duo had taken advantage of that moment and made it to Harry, pushing everyone aside. Knife appearing in his hand out of nowhere, he'd ripped the both's shirt open as he looked for the bullet wound. He'd rolled Harry onto his side and just starred. The bullet still indented against flesh, flattened like it'd hit a steel wall. He lifted it up, noticing the flesh already bruising. He felt the flesh, Bone underneath was broken, but that was all. Apparently, Harry was bulletproof.

Harry cried out, coughing up more blood. He couldn't breath. He was dying.

Duo shouted for everyone to move out of the way, for someone to get Madam Pomphrey as he rolled the boy back onto his back. "Heero! The bullet didn't penetrate, what's wrong with him?"

"Where is Hermione?!"

Everyone looked around but she was gone.

Duo looked down at Harry as he started to examine the boy's front. There in his lower abdomen was a small gash. A puncture wound. A dagger thrust up into Harry's lungs. The wound was a sickly green color and was turning black.

Harry coughed again, blood splattering against Duo, and slumped back. He was still, his body growing cold. Duo checked for a pulse, but there was nothing. Harry lay in Duo's arms… dead.