GLA: Gundam Liberation Academy

By: Amy the Battousai

A/N: I did not steal this story. I am Amy the Battousai as well as Dark Angel From Mercury. I moved this story to this account so I could delete the other : Harry Potter and Gundam WingCrossover: Harry Potter and Gundam Wing

Parings: HY/WC/DM, TB/QW, NL/LL RW/HG/OC, BL/DM, HP/OC

Rating: PG-13 may go up at a later date

Summary: Duo Maxwell is Harry Potter's cousin and takes him away from Hogwarts to attend a school in Japan where they live. GLA or Gundam Liberation Academy gives you more classes, new faces, and a different kind of thrill and Harry Potter can't wait to enjoy it all in order to get away from Albus Dumbledore.

Chapter 26: Department of Mysteries and Magical Creatures

~~~DADA~~~

"HELLO and welcome to another year of wonderful schooling within GLA," smiles Professor Keel. "I shall teach you all about Defensive magic that will help you pass your O.W.L.'s. We shall first review what you learn in the last four years before moving on to more complicated magically defensive and offensive spells."

"This year shall be something new and fun!" Harry and Tyler grin at each other as the two of them listen with rapt attention. Tyler must listen and do well because his father teaches the course. Harry must do well because he's dating the Professor's one and only son.

~~~Dream, Dream~~~

Long, Long corridor, married in blue hues.

Urgency.

Run.

Fast.

Turn left. Head for that door. That Door. Must get to that door. That Door. Can't let anyone see you. Have to get through that door. That Door. Rushing past other doors, doors that don't open, won't open, can't open, and shouldn't open.

Opening that door, walking into the room. Thousands and thousands of shelves with swirling blue orbs. Have to find the right shelf. The right shelf. Find it. Find it. Running along, stopping to scan the shelves for the right number.

Finding the right number. Running down the aisle, looking for a name. Have to find that name. Have to find their names. Important to them. Must find it. Must know what it is.

STOP!

There it is, grab it. Grab it. It is important. Give it to me!

GIVE IT TO ME!

Harry bolts up in bed, panting, and trying to figure out what he had just dreamed about. He's been trying to figure out this dream since the school year. He's only a month into the new school year and can't seem to sleep at night anymore without having that damn dream.

"I should let Duo know about the dream," sighs Harry looking at the clock. It reads in glaring red blare 3:04 a.m.. God, he needs sleep. "I can't keep this up. I need sleep or else I'll fall apart, and I'm just getting my life back on track."

Harry lays back down, closing his eyes. He'll try to sleep for a little long before getting up. Tonight after dinner he'll speak with Duo and find out what in the world is going on and what he can do to stop the dreams from coming.

~~~Telling Duo~~~

"Duo, I can't sleep at night anymore," sighs Harry sitting down in Duo's living space at GLA. Tyler hugging Harry around the waist as the young man is sitting on Tyler's lap.

"Do you have any idea why?" asks Duo sitting down next to him.

"Yeah, a dream," says Harry. "I have the same dream over and over again. It's of a room will lots of blue spheres with swirling mist inside of them. The dream leads me towards that room and towards this one sphere. I never see the names for that one but I am lead to the same spot over and over again."

"I think I know what it is but I am not the one who knows all of it," Duo stands up and walks towards the fireplace. "Chang-Yuy Rooms." Sticking his head into the fire. Harry and Tyler can't understand what is being said but Duo pulls out his head and steps aside. Heero walks out from the fireplace with a grim face.

"The room you are seeing is called The Department of Mysteries, where they keep prophesies," speaks Heero sitting down, pulling Duo into his lap. "There was a prophecy made a few weeks before Voldemort attacked your parents. It is the very reason Voldemort attacked your family over."

"So, you are telling me Voldemort killed my parents and tried to kill me over a prophecy?" asks Harry. "That's ridiculous. Stupid even."

"What makes it worse, is that he didn't even know the full prophecy," says Heero. "He had only heard a part of it. Now, he wants to hear the rest of it. But it will be useless."

"Why?" asks Tyler.

"Because the prophecy he wants is no longer in the department," answers Heero. "Once we had gained custody of you, Harry. I searched for anything related to you and found the prophecy. I removed it from the department and have kept it with me. I do not know what it says because I haven't listened to it yet. Duo, Wufei, Trowa, Quatre, and I have been discussing when it would be best to let you know about and listen to it at the same time."

Just then, Wufei, Trowa, and Quatre walks into the room from the fireplace. Wufei settles down next to Heero and Duo as Trowa and Quatre sit down on a different seat together.

"It is time," Heero pulls the glowing swirling blue sphere from his pocket. "Once this breaks, there will never be another copy like this. It will only be in our memories from now on."

A figure rose from the mist and started speaking.

"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES…. BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES … AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT … AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES…. THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…."

Silence rains as the figure dissipates along with the blue mist. Harry stares at the place the figure had been. Trying to grasp his mind around what the prophecy means. He can understand why they wanted to wait to tell him about this. It is a lot for him to take in at once.

"Couldn't this prophecy have meant Neville," speaks up Tyler.

"What do you mean?" asks Harry.

"You might be right," murmurs Quatre.

"Just think about it," says Wufei. "Both the Longbottoms and the Potters defied Voldemort three times. The Longbottoms never joined him, when he asked. The Potters actively fought against him."

"Both mothers gave birth to a son on the day the seventh month dies," speaks Trowa. "July 31st."

"The scar on your forehead is his mark," states Heero. "He gave you his powers through the scar, giving you powers he doesn't know about."

"What do you mean?" asks Harry.

"Please tell us," begs Tyler.

"Voldemort made Horcruxes," replies Quatre. "He made six of them willingly and one without his knowledge."

"We are actively looking for six of them," states Wufei.

"What about the last one?" asks Harry his voice quivering slightly.

"We don't have to look for it," sighs Heero, not knowing how to say it.

"It's your scar," gasps Tyler, sitting up some, taking a hand and gently turning it to let him look at the scar carefully.

"What?" Harry is confused.

"It makes sense," whispers Tyler. "Your scar. The killing curse has never left a mark on a person ever before. You survived but it marked you. I have always wondered about that. Never has the curse marked someone. If he accidentally transfers a piece of his soul to you, then it would explain why you can talk to snakes, why you can see his meetings, why you feel pain through the link, and why he can send you images."

"Take out the soul and you will no longer have any of that to deal with," says Duo.

"Have you been Occluding?" asks Heero.

"Yea but it hasn't been working," sighs Harry.

"We'll give some Dreamless Sleep once a week and see what happens within a month," speaks Quatre getting up. "If the dreams start disappearing, then we can consider it a success."

TBC… Things are heating up around here!