Disclaimer: I don't anything in this fic but the plotline! Everything's either from Harry Potter or Gundam Wing. I love both series this is just my way of showing my appreciation.
Warning: Angst!! This is gonna get pretty dark, yet fluffy. Rated R, but keeping the no lemon policy. Yaoi, so all the couples I deal with will be boy/boy, with a few exceptions Releena deserves some happiness. Not! :p
Notes: This is not Harry Potter!! It is much closer to the story of Gundam Wing, so don't expect to see Sirius popping up anywhere.

Thoughts in italics
Speech in "quotes"
Inhuman speech is in [brackets]

Duo Maxwell: The Boy who Lived;
Chapter 2: Could Dr. Dolittle Please Go to Care of Magical Creatures
By: GhostJ

"What the Hell are those?!" Quatre shouted, coming to a halt in front of the meadow that served as the classroom for Care of Magical Creatures.
"Hn?" I replied as I skidded into Quatre's back.
"Those," Quatre said pointing at a group of potted... well... animals. Dragons to be exact. About twenty little potted dragons were grouped in the middle of the clearing, ranging from green to brown and all hissing at each other.
"Ah, there you are." Came a voice from dead within the potted plants, as Quatre and I joined the group of students clustered just out of striking range of the plants. The students stared as a group as their teacher Wufei threaded his way through the pots towards them.
"Good Day," he said, ducking automatically as one of the creatures struck at him, with a thorny tail.
A general feel of awe came over the class as the watched him appear unscathed from with the melee. A Chinese boy not much older than myself and Quatre, a mere nineteen years old, Wufei had a reputation for a lithe grace and incredible fighting skills. It was generally accepted among the student population, if never proven, that he had been an Auror, before becoming a teacher.
"Ok class," He said coming to a stop in front of the group, "these are Wyr-ferns. They are a dragon-plant cross, probably one of the strangest things you'll see. You job for the next week will be to observe them and decided which of its characteristics are animal and which are plant. I'm going to advise you to learn the stun spell or practice it if you already did. Now split yourselves into groups, choose a plant and get started."
Quatre and I always work together, mostly because I really don't feel comfortable around anyone else. Quatre's a natural people person, always going out of his way to be well liked. I feel bad that he segregates himself on my account, but I appreciate it. We look at each other and turn towards the plants. Unconsciously we head over and pick one of the smallest plants.
"Wow."
"Un hun," Quatre echos.
Close up the creature is beautiful, with colorations going from green on the stem to gold on the leaf/wing tips.
"Ah, I was hoping you'd pick that one."
Quatre and I jump as we become aware of Wufei behind us.
"Now this is the queen plant," He starts as Quatre and I exchange worried glances. "You can tell be the coloration. The others go from green to brown on the wings, not to gold. She's been acting very strange lately and I want you to ask her why."
"What?!" I ask startled. Sure it's not the first time he's asked me for help, but...
"Wufei, it's a plant." I reply plaintively. He just looks at me expectantly and Quatre nudges me from behind. I sigh with resignation and focus on the Wyr-fern.
It's not that I don't like using my ability, it's just that...well. They make me feel so different. So alone. People look at me funny already due to my purple eyes, but speaking to any creature I happen to come along sort of compounds the problem.
Also it's disconcerting to find out what animals actually think. We like to believe that they aren't as smart as we are, but that isn't quite the case. In fact I've gotten the opinion that they're smarter than us, simply because they've hidden it so well. Also hearing an in depth description of how you're going to eaten is kinda freaky.
I wait for the creature to say something. Since I haven't met it before I can't initiate conversation, don't know what language it speaks. Scratch that 'she'.
[What are you ssstaring at? Hmmm?]
[Ummm, at how beautiful you are.]
Her voice if vaguely like that of a snake, if a snake had an accent. Her voice seems to have overtones of leaves blowing in the wind. Whoa, I can understand her. I'm talking to a plant.
[Why thank you human. You are quite delicious yourself.]
I'm glad for my quick thinking with the complement, she seems less thorny now. The comment about me being delicious is nothing new. Apparently, purple-eyed, braided boys are a delicacy in the animal kingdom.
[Your Majesty,] Well, Wufei did say she was a Queen. [I would like to enquire on your wellbeing.]
[Hmm, perhapsss all humans are not as ill-mannered as that one.] She says, pointing her thorny tail at Wufei. [The food here isn't bad, nice red meat. Yet this pot is much too small for my root system, else I would be quite content.]
So that's it.
We idly chatter for a few minutes. It's never good to just break off a conversation with a carnivore. You really don't want to be rude to a creature that literally could and would eat you for breakfast. I've also found the same thing applies for teachers.
[Wufei,] I start and then noticing the startled look, switch to English. That's a definite downside to this ability. "She says that the pot's too small."
He nods, "Since class is almost over, why don't you and Quatre come by during free period and study her then." He leaves.
[You have my thanksss, human.]
I turn my startled eyes toward the Wyr-fern.
[Hisss, you do not merit being a queen without some knowledge beyond the soil. It will be nice to see you again, a civilized human is so hard to find. You wouldn't be able to change your form yet, would you?] She sounds almost hopeful.
I shake my head and to my horror find myself blushing furiously.
[No? What a pity. Till later, human.]
I turn around to see Quatre packing up our stuff. He takes a look at my bright red face and smiles.
"Hmmm?" He asks slyly. I really hate him sometimes. "I assume the Queen is doing well."
At least there's payback. "She's fine and on that note how's Trowa lately?"
Quatre's mouth opens and closes, making him look like a fish out of water. He's also as red as a beet.
"Come on," I say grabbing my bag and Quatre's arm. I pull him towards the main building. "Let's see what's for lunch."


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