Summary; sequel to AVLP, very much AU as it's a crossover. Hakkai, Sanzo, Goku and Gojyo, or Harry, Indigo, Neville and Ron are on their way to Hogwarts! Poor Hogwarts, you really weren't prepared for these boys, or their friends…
First Month and Migraines
"Your initial assessment was correct," said Indigo, having recently left his first DADA lesson, as he joined Harry for lunch, the rest of the Ravenclaws accepting his presence without question. "Quirrell is possessed, sort of. The spirit seems to be using our darling professor as a sort of life support system, he is too weak to take full control."
"Well, that's something at least," said Harry, filling Indigo's plate with cottage pie and vegetables
"You are not leaving this table until you have eaten all of that."
"Why does everyone feel the need to feed me?" asked Indigo in plaintive tones. "It's really not necessary."
"Yes it is," said Tracy, sitting at Indigo's left so he was trapped between the two Ravenclaws. "You never eat enough without Miranda making you. We've been here 3 days but Yuki's only seen you eat fruit, coffee and salads. You need protein, so eat the damn pie."
Indigo moodily stated eating. Tracy and Harry shared a triumphant smirk, and then stopped when the blond sitting between them hissed.
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After lunch the Ravenclaws had charms, while the Slytherins took History of Magic with the Gryffs.
Hermione, ever the observant one, noticed that something was off about Indigo before they even entered the class.
"Indigo, you look like you're in pain. What's wrong?" she spoke softly, careful that Pansy Parkinson, Indigo's most annoying fangirl, wouldn't hear.
"It's just a headache," muttered Indigo.
"Liar," chorused Ron and Yuki, and then stared at each other for a moment.
"After you," said Ron politely. Yuki nodded once, and turned her attention back to Indigo.
"Your hands are shaking, you're pale, even by your standards, and you stumbled 3 times on the way here. You never stumble Indy, your balance is as close to perfect as anyone can get without a tail and you move like a cat. It's a migraine isn't it?"
Indigo said nothing, mouth in a stubborn line. Then Parkinson's troll like minion walked past and he flinched slightly, a hand going to his temples.
"Migraine," said Flare firmly. "I'm taking you to the Hospital wing, don't argue with me. Yuki, would you be a love and...?"
"Of course," said the blond girl, "Get going."
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"Is Indigo an empath?" asked Ron softly as he settled at the desk next to Yuki's. "3 days around so many people, most of which are hormonal teenagers, hardly surprising that he's feeling a bit-"
Yuki silenced him with a glare that would have frozen magma, and ignored him for the rest of the lesson.
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The day's lessons ended. Neville was in the Hospital Wing within 10 minutes.
Indigo was asleep on one of the beds, his book bag in the chair next to it. He looked so fragile; he always did when he was asleep.
Neville hurried over, put his bag next to Indigo's, kicked off his shoes and curled up on top of the sheets, his head pillowed on Indigo's stomach. He would stay here, and protect Indigo until he woke up.
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Madame Pomfrey saw Draco 'Indigo' Malfoy every 3 days for the next week and a half, and the again 4 days after that. Always suffering from migraines that would fade after an hour or two in the quiet of the Hospital Wing. Neville Longbottom would join him as soon as lessons ended, often with Harry Potter, Blaise 'Flare' Zabini or Daphne 'Yuki' Greengrass in tow.
She was understandably quite concerned.
"Mr Malfoy, I have seen you 5 times in 3 weeks for severe migraines. If there is an underlying cause I must know about it before I can treat it."
"I was unaware that there was a cure for empathy Madame Pomfrey," replied the blond boy, who was finishing his charms homework.
Madame Pomfrey blinked, and quickly got her surprise under control. Empaths were uncommon, not unheard of, and she meets some before. She just wouldn't have put Indigo down as a likely empath. He was so… spiky.
"There are potions that can help…"
"I've tried them. They don't work for long and then it's worse. The migraines will be less frequent from now on anyway, I'm adapting to the noise."
"Would a pain reliving potion help?" the medi-wicth asked carefully, well aware that Severus would have provided one if the young Malfoy had asked. The boy did seem quiet independent though…
"It's not a physical pain." replied Indigo with a shrug, then he meet her eyes and smiled sadly. "I will adapt, and it will never be this bad again."
Why did it feel like she was being comforted by an elder? She was over 40 years old, but it seemed like he was the adult here. "I hope that you're right."
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"Why does he always get the powers most likely to turn around and kick him in the teeth?" asked Ron, who was sitting under a tree and glaring at nothing.
"Maybe because he deals with them well," suggested Harry, the only person within hearing distance,
"A power like that would drive me insane, but he just learns to work around it."
"Good point. It still sucks though."
"On that, we agree."
"Mm." Ron huffed, and changed the subject. "Flying lessons star tomorrow and I have reason to believe you're getting your first lesson with the Slytherins. Sounds interesting."
"Finally meeting Indigo's pug faced stalker and her minions, should be fun…"
Ron gave him a worried look. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Jackie tells me that Parkinson has broken the cardinal rules of Indy stalking, he's asked me to dish out suitable punishment."
"I almost feel sorry for her."
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The Ravenclaw and Slytherin 1st years walked onto the Quiditch pitch. A boy that Flare said was Theodore Nott mark 2 was claiming that he'd almost collided with a muggle helicopter when he was 10.
"I suppose the bad flying wasn't entirely unexpected then." Said Yuki loudly, "I'm still amazed you got so close to it, the things are so damn loud…"
Nott blushed and shut up.
Madame Hooch was tall and thin and looked a little like a hawk.
"Put your hands over your brooms and say up!"
Harry, Yuki and Indigo's brooms jumped into their hands instantly. Flares' hovered by his ankles. Tracy's just twitched and rolled over.
"I hate heights," said Flare with a slightly sheepish smile. "Really, really hate them."
"I once fell of my bike and broke my arm," replied Tracy with a similar smile. "My balance is kind of crap."
It took half an hour for everyone to get into the air, and then Madame Hooch assigned them laps of the Quiditch pitch.
Harry already had a plan in motion.
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Hazel Moon was a nice young man, if a tad odd, who was not in the habit of throwing Bertie Botts Every Flavour beans at people. He was a Ravenclaw, they generally had better things to do.
But Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, had asked for his help with this matter. So here he was, steering his broom with one hand and throwing the beans at a pug face slytherin girl with the other. Beans Harry had provided that were, for some reason, sticking to the girls clothes.
It was kind of fun, if not particularly challenging. She wasn't a tricky target, which was a good thing as Hazel wasn't great on a broom, despite his parents, both of them muggle born, having taught him the basics. He was better then the group of flight-phobic's that he was currently flying with, but not great.
But better then this clump, so with his surplice of beans expended Hazel went higher and flew faster and left the clump behind.
A few seconds later someone in the clump screamed, and Hazel turned to see that his target was liberally splattered in pink goo and seemed headed for a crash landing.
When he looked forward again a goalpost was right in front of him and getting bigger very quickly.
Hazel froze up. He couldn't move, couldn't turn in time-
A blur of black, gold and white dove, and shoved the nose of his broom down and left before slipping out of site again.
"Lay flat and hold on!"
Hazel did as he was told. A second later the goal post went past, a scant inch from his feet. A hand, pale and long fingered, appeared on Hazel's broom.
"Sit up now, and lean left. We need to lose speed so we're going to have to circle."
Hazel leaned left. He didn't sit up.
"Sit up damnit! We're going too fast!"
That they were, but sitting up meant loosening his hold on the broom and he wasn't sure if he could do that. He tried, really tried.
"Need a bit more then that- Shit! Crash landing!"
For a moment the world was noise and blunt pain and someone shooting over his head only to drop, roll and cone up all in a single smooth movement. Then Hazel was flying flat on his back, his left side aching and a broom sticking into the ground like a javelin by his left arm.
Someone gave him a kick on the ankle.
"Are you alive?"
"Yes. I think I have some interesting new bruises though."
"Better bruises then cracked ribs. Should have looked where you where flying, you moron. Don't do it again, I won't save you a second time."
"Duly noted." Hazel sat up and looked at a beautiful blond with the most amazing eyes he had ever seen. "Hazel Moon. Pleased to meet you."
"Indigo Malfoy. Would I be right in thinking that you had something to do with Parkinson's current situation?"
"If Parkinson is the pug faced girl, then yes, you would."
"Then I'm pleased to meet you to."
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Harry had stopped breathing when Hazel almost crashed, gotten a lung full of air with Indigo's timely, if uncharacteristic rescue. Lost it again when both of them crashed and calmed completely when they started talking. Indigo was okay, Hazel, who was so very like another Hazel he had known once, was safe. He was going to get an earful later but that was okay.
And god, Indigo's landing had been something to see. Sanzo had been an incredibly graceful human, more so then most youkai, and when he had become a youkai himself that grace had become unmatchable.
It was unmatchable now. A drop, a roll, on to his feet and changing direction to grab the broom out of the air all in under 2 seconds… It wasn't hard to see how the blond gained so many stalkers.
And if Harry was reading Hazels looks right, Indigo had just gained a new fan.
Next time: Halloween, Sparring and Big Ass Dogs