Title: Firefly Tides
Author name: CherryStain
Author email: CherryStain@hotmail.com
Category: Drama/Angst
Rating for this chapter: PG 13
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, FB, QTTA, Gundam Wing.
Summary: Harry, forever The-Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die meets familiar faces after thinking them dead for over Five-Hundred Years. Crossover with Gundam Wing, will have slash, though won't be centered on it. I FINALLY get some stuff explained. (
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Gundam Wing manga series; story by Hajime Yadate & Yoshiyuki Tomino, art by Koichi Tokita.
Authors Notes: Hehe, I know I'm Evil. This chapter's rather complicated, and it might have to be read twice. Erm, I hope it's clear, I tried to make it as clear as possible but it may still be rather confusing. It's also rather long and took a lot of time, so Review!
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Chapter 5- Revelations
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Duo took a sip of his Black coffee, grimaced then sighed. Organizing his thoughts, he decided on a general overview of who he was exactly.
"Let's see, my real name is Harry Potter. I was born, as some of you know, July thirty-first Nineteen-eighty."
"Duo, don't play games." Wufei had spoken from the window seat.
"Don't interrupt. As I was saying, I was born to wizarding parents- and yes, there are such things as wizards, and magic, and just about anything you can imagine."
The pilots, even Quatre, looked as if they were questioning his sanity, or at the very least, thought it was one of his jokes. Duo looked back, trying to convey as much honesty into his eyes as possible. Finally Heero, realizing that Duo really did expect them to believe this, spoke up first.
"I want proof Duo." Though Heero's voice sounded emotionless, his eyes showed his warning.
Duo bit his lip thoughtfully before turning to Snape. Duo was pretty sure that a few little spells wouldn't set off to many alarms, and that hopefully *they* wouldn't investigate. [1].
"Your wand may not be nearly as compatible, but it will do." He held out his hand. Snape reached into his robe pocket, pulling out a long cherry wood colored stick.
"Now, I'll have to do something small, my magic output is monitored, something else I'll have to explain to you." Duo thought for a moment, before turning towards the fireplace.
"It's a bit warm in here but- Incendio!"
A wisp of fire flew out of the end of the wand, lighting the wood in the grate. The four pilots, even Heero and Trowa, stepped back, surprised. Duo, wanting to make them sure absolutely sure that magic was real, froze the flames with a quick spell. Even if the other pilots reasoned out that Snape's wand might have been a lighter, a frozen flame was something just not possible without magic.
"You were serious!" Wufei came closer to the fireplace.
"No, I'm Duo." Hermione stifled a laugh, the two wizards in training and the four pilots giving her strange looks, as they didn't understand the pun.
"Funny Potter. I guess after five-hundred years, you are bound to over-use old jokes." Snape took his wand irritably out of Duo's outstretched hand.
"And why did you have to use my wand?"
"That, I'll be getting to. Okay, let me shorten this a bit for the non- magical people here."
"All four of them can do magic?" Quatre had joined the conversation, coming more into the room.
"Yes, they're all Wizards from the past. I'm guessing they got here via time travel. And you're a Wizard too Quatre." Quatre looked at him in surprise.
"You call it your uchuu no kokoro [2]. It is the remnants of the power that was taken from you." He raised a hand, indicating for everyone to stay silent. "Again, I'm getting ahead of myself."
"Okay, back then, when I was born, there was a Wizarding war going on. Voldemort," Seamus and Draco flinched, "was at the head of this war. He's basically what Oz is to us," Duo indicated towards the pilots, "combined with Hitler- cleanse the nation and all that. He wanted to take over everything. For some reason, he decided to go after my parents and I. My parents were killed, but somehow, he wasn't able to kill me. No one knows why the spell, called the Killing Curse, absorbed and then reflected off of me and hit Voldemort, turning him into nothing more than a Phantom. This is common knowledge to the Wizarding community. What no one knew was that it *had* affected me. You see, the killing curse affects people on an anatomical level, changing it so that the soul is no longer bound to the body. Most Wizards don't know this, but when certain... anatomically changing weapons are absorbed than reflected, it changes them."
"Changes them?" Hermione was practically falling out of her chair she was leaning so far forward.
"Yes, it is more widely known in Japanese Wizarding communities because of the Atom bomb. The wizards who were not killed by the Atom bomb in Hiroshima were changed. They could absorb power from magical creatures around them, but it did not stay within their body. I am not sure were it is released when someone is not around to collect the power [3]. Very little of their own magical ability is kept within their body. Because the first Siphons could not control when or what they pulled magic out of and released, they were shunned from the general wizarding community. The Knowledge of the Siphons was not spread because of their virtual exile. The British community never even thought that the Killing Curse might have affected me. Because the Killing Curse is not even close to the magnitude of the Atom Bomb, my siphoning abilities are nowhere near that of class-A Siphons. Luckily, however, my own magical ability remained intact. However, my siphoning abilities were enough, along with the power behind my scar- my connection to Voldemort, for me to have visions of Voldemort, or at least, pull what he was viewing from his own mind- dreams that were evidently true."
"Siphons?" Snape asked.
"It is what they call wizards who draw magic out of others."
"Scar?" Heero, who had still not moved from behind Duo, leaned forward.
"It is hidden by my magic. Before my magic was monitored, which Siphons have now learned to do, I used a particularly difficult spell to change my eyes and hair color, though the length is real. Come out in front of me, I feel like an idiot with you hovering behind me." Heero obliged, walking around and sitting next to Snape on the couch directly across from Duo.
Snape spoke up again, leaning forward and trying to see under Duo's fringe. "But Potter, Your scar cannot be hidden by magic, Dumbledore tried it when you were a child."
"It's just a normal scar now. Voldemort is long gone and I am no longer a grade B siphon."
"What do you mean?"
"This is where sixth year comes in and why I am still here five hundred years later." Duo took a breath, taking a sip of his now luke-warm Coffee. The four wizards held their breaths, nervous about what was to be in store for them if they were to ever get back to their own time. Duo, seeing their look, sighed, sadness in his eyes.
"You do understand that you lot will most likely not travel back to your own time, and even if you did, I would definitely have to memory-charm you."
"Potter, we *must* get back to our own time. Whatever happened after we time-traveled here, a lot of people probably *died.* We'll be able to save them!" Snape's voice rose at the end. He had too much regret now, being an ex-Death Eater, he couldn't add more to it!
Duo looked as if he were fighting to keep a strait face, gripping the armrests till his knuckles shown white.
Hermione, understanding why Harry could not let them change the past, spoke to Snape. "You don't understand Professor, changing the past simply should *not* be done. How are we to know if the other future is not worse than this one? For all we know, changing the past could *guarantee* You-Know- Who's place of power."
Snape sighed, but kept silent, knowing that they were right. Also, the fact that Potter's face was showing just how sad he was about it also, kept Snape from further aggravating Harry.
Taking a second to collect himself and taking another mouthful of coffee, Duo continued. "Voldemort, as you are aware Snape, was planning something huge. Sadly, you were not privy to this information because of you're placement in Voldemort's circle." Draco's eyes bulged.
"Oh yes, and Malfoy? Don't even try crossing any of us or I will kill you myself." Malfoy stiffened but retorted anyway, for it was not in his personality to back down.
"Yes Potter, with what? As you have said, your magic is monitored."
Duo could make light of the fact that Draco thought he was still Naïve- Harry-Potter, but he would not stand by while Draco was threatening someone who was working to save people's lives and endangering his own in the process. Before Draco could even blink, Duo had his gun out, pointed level with Draco's head. "Magic isn't the only way to kill Draco, surely you know this. Don't even try reaching for your wand. You'll be dead before you so much as flex your fingers. You aren't stupid enough to tempt me, I hope?"
"You wouldn't dare Potter. Your too much of a Gryffindor to kill me." Wufei snorted, and most would too if they had ever seen Duo in a fight.
Duo glanced at Snape, then at Hermione and Seamus. "Believe what you want Malfoy, just remember that I do not tolerate *any* leaks." Duo put his gun back into the waistband of his jeans.
Duo went back to his narrative. "As I was saying, in my sixth year of schooling at Hogwarts, which is a wizarding school for those of you who do not know, the school was attacked. And by something you just would not expect from a Wizard, let alone Voldemort. No one ever expected Voldemort, the man who hated muggles-- non-magical people-- and muggle-borns enough to kill them, to use muggle weapons. He may have been rather insane, but he was smart- I'll give him that. He knew that a muggle weapon would *definitely* take the wizarding world by surprise. From what I can gather, he kidnapped and used the Imperious spell- a spell that controls the recipient- on a muggle who had clearance in the military to go wherever he pleased. High-ranking officer in the American Army from what I later found out."
"That's what the huge explosion was! A bomb!" Hermione's voice went shrill.
"Yes, he used the muggle American officer to teach some of the high-ranking Death eaters, followers of Voldemort, how to fly and drop bombs. Having the same distaste for muggle items as Voldemort, they were quite incompetent at what they were taught. They missed most of their targets, but they had enough ammunition to eventually get it right. The explosion we experienced was only the first of about three bombs that hit near and around Hogwarts. We were in Potions class when it happened, and as I never saw the four of you leave, I assumed you were dead."
Duo turned towards the wizards and, locking eyes with Hermione, tried to convey into that one look how much he had mourned for her. Hermione had been a great friend to Duo, and he had definitely missed her over the years.
Hermione dearly wanted to ask about Ron, but kept silent, not wanting sadden Harry anymore. Considering it was five hundred years into the future, Ron was long gone, and she didn't want to remind him of it. Hermione herself, wanted to cry. The Hogwarts Trio was now only two- one of which would most likely never be the same Harry she had befriended.
Draco was grinding his jaw, trying not to yell at Potter. It couldn't be true! His father knew he was at Hogwarts, and his father was in Voldemort's inner circle! He would have warned his son about such an attack . . . but he had experienced the first explosion, and he did not know of any magical attacks that could shake Hogwarts so completely. Especially since the school was guarded against direct magical attacks. He knew this from snippets of conversation he heard at home. But had Hogwarts had protection from muggle weapons? He did not know . . .
"Anyways, the students and teachers left, gathered in the great hall. I was assigned all of the first years to bring into the Forbidden Forrest, because it was the only place we could think of to hide away in. Hogsmeade- the closest town- was destroyed. The headmaster was nowhere to be found and he was the only one who knew how to activate the floo network. So, I headed out with Professor Sinistra, Ron, who had escaped the crumbling dungeons with me, and around thirty-five eleven year olds."
"The Forbidden Forest!?" Seamus exclaimed, eyes widening.
"Yes, it was perhaps the only choice we had. We went into the forest. It was like night had fallen, it was sunny outside of the forest, but the dense foliage blocked out all light. Of course, we were attacked."
"By what?"
"A vampire of all things." Wufei wanted to scoff, but considering Duo had just used a *wand* of all things to light a fire, he might believe anything.
"The vampire, a young one compared to some, went for the smaller children. I tackled it and so it aimed for me instead. It had just bitten into my neck before another explosion, greater than all the others combined, sounded."
There was a moment of silence, before Hermione, remembering the earlier part of the conversation and putting two and two together, broke in, "You not seriously saying-"
"Yes, Voldemort had gotten hold of an Atomic Bomb." Hermione gasped, Seamus and Draco cursed, the others remained silent but shock was apparent in their expressions.
"He left it to Malfoy Senior to drop it." Draco's eyes widened and he spluttered, the pilots all turning towards him.
"He messed up of course, and missed his target by a mile. But the effects of the bomb still spread all the way to where we were. The Atomic blast sped through the Hogwarts grounds and the Forest. Some died, others became Siphons. I became something totally different."
"My God . . ."
"Atomic energy does strange things to a person's magical energy. Because I was already a grade B siphon, though I did not know it, it changed me further. I have a virtual well of magic inside of me. Siphons, the ones who have no control over how much magical energy they take, dump that magic into me when I am even as close to a mile to one."
Everyone just stared, Snape speaking up after a moment, "That doesn't explain why you're still alive after all of these years." Duo smiled.
"Ever the observant one, Professor. Like I've said before, atomic energy does strange things to magic. When the atomic blast washed over me, the vampire had just bitten me, creating a magical connection not unlike the connection between two casting a spell on one another. The blast and my own semi-siphoning abilities went into hyper drive. It is something that can only happen in the split second when atoms are being rearranged by the blast. When I was little, I was able to siphon part of Voldemort's ability to talk to snakes- Parseltongue."
Understanding, and with that, shock, crossed Hermione's face, "You siphoned the Vampire's Immortality!"
Duo nodded grimly. "Just the vampire's Immortality, none of his other abilities and weaknesses. Unlike when I was a child, I knew instantly. I don't know how I knew. But then, I was in too much pain to really think about it." Duo elaborated at their blank looks, "I was surrounded by Siphons and I wasn't used to the power input. Plus, we were in the middle of the Forbidden Forest and the magical energy was astronomical. I passed out and woke up a week later in a makeshift hospital that the newly evolved Siphons had set up. The pain from the input was still there, but it was manageable because my body had somewhat adapted, at least enough for me to remain conscious. Dumbledore was in the bed next to me. It is a sad thing to outlive the man you thought would always be there, but he died two hours later."
Hermione sniffed, wet tracks appearing were tears had fallen. Snape, Seamus, and Draco looked like the ground had been pulled out from under them. Dumbledore was one constant in all of the wizard's and witches' lives, and finding out that Dumbledore had died in the attack was a rather mind-boggling thought.
The four other pilots remained silent, Quatre coming forward to put a comforting arm on Duo's shoulder.
"Voldemort made a terrible, *terrible* mistake. He sent out countless bombs to regular wizarding communities, and two more atom bombs to Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. If he couldn't take control of the Wizarding world, he was going to terrify them as much as possible- killing thousands in the process. It was his downfall. Later that month, I and dozens of Siphons from all three schools drained and then killed Voldemort and his followers."
"I later left, sort of exiled myself, and let the Siphon community learn on its own how to function. Being around Siphons was too painful and, with no other option, I went into seclusion in America. I came out of seclusion not forty years ago. Sometime during my exile, I stopped using a wand. I just didn't see any use. Curiosity, however, got the better of me."
Duo's audience knew he was deliberately skipping over things, but left it for now. "I tried seeking out the wizarding community, wanting to see how it had changed. I never found one. Wizards everywhere were gone. I ran into a Siphon purely by accident. He knew instantly that I had magic, but it was different. He could not access it though, alarming him, so he approached me. After a rather painful fistfight," Duo smiled wryly, "He told me what had happened. Siphons had learned, over more than a dozen generations, how to control who they Siphoned from. Really strong Siphons, from what I have learned, do not have much magic for themselves. Wizards were a threat to their existence. The Wizarding community had withered. Few were left, and the few that were became power hungry. Around two hundred or so years after I had exiled myself, another, crueler group of Witches and Wizards tried killing off Siphons, jealous that their community was thriving while Wizards had no actual government system left, having to hide out in the Muggle world. After I don't know how many deaths, Siphons finally had the choice of either killing off all witches and wizards left, or siphoning all of their magic away. They chose the latter, and ever since then, Wizards and Witches have had their power drained as children." Duo smiled at the wide-eyed looks of his old professor and classmates.
"That is what happened to me, isn't it?" Duo turned to look up at Quatre who had been standing next to him.
"Yes, the Siphon community now has monitors for magical activity. They sensed you after you were made. They took all of your magic."
At the questioning looks directed at Duo at the word 'made' from the Wizards, Quatre elaborated. "I was made in a test tube." Quatre's tone was bitter, very rare for the naturally good-natured Arab. Duo sent a sympathetic look over to Quatre, who knew that he was rather touchy on the subject of how he was made.
Hermione and Seamus nodded, amazed at the technology of the future.
"Test tube?" Snape had voiced the thought running through the three pureblooded wizards.
"It's when muggles *make* children outside of the womb. It's more complicated than that, but I'll forever be explaining all the muggle- terms."
Quatre remained thoughtful for a moment before voicing what he had been pondering, "But why can I sometimes . . . sense things?" Duo smiled at Quatre.
"You've got a talent most Wizards don't have. You were born a Seer- someone who has visions, really rare. It's something Siphons can't take away from you, only minimize. It's why you only get the general feelings-empathy, instead of full blown visions." Duo turned back to the rest of the people in the room.
"The Siphon community felt threatened by me. They could not Siphon my powers because, basically, I am just an overdeveloped Siphon and they can't take power from their own kind. Furthermore, I gained power just by being in their presence. They gave me an ultimatum; they would monitor my magic, if I ever went above a certain level, they would investigate. If they found that I was abusing my power, they'd find some way of torturing me. Immortality would *definitely* not work in my favor. I can still feel pain, just as much as any of you can, and I heal just as all of you, but I would not be able to die. It would be my own personal hell. And with the technology now, they could easily do it. It wasn't much of a choice for me, I had practically already stopped using magic, and so I handed over my wand. And, well, here I am now."
Silence followed his rather long explanation. Finally, when the silence went from dealing with ones thoughts to uncomfortable, Snape spoke up.
"Before the attack, Dumbledore gave me a strange apparatus." Snape pulled the gold broken three-meter chain out of his shirt. "He told me that if Hogwarts were to ever need help, I should take a small group along with me and use the necklace. When the attack came, I had a feeling that Dumbledore had given me the necklace to use for that exact attack. So, I threw the necklace over myself and whatever students had been near me at the time. The smoke and dust had prevented me from seeing exactly who I was taking." Snape stopped talking, mulling over what he had said. "Another thing I thought was rather strange was that he said it was a Portkey, but it wasn't. He wanted to make it clear to me that the Portkey would bring me to where I originally was."
Duo cleared his throat, "Yes. The base we were at was in the location that originally housed Hogwarts. It was rather depressing seeing the wizarding's finest in education reduced to a hole in the ground. The last of the bombs dropped, after the atomic bomb nearby, had gone strait through any defenses Hogwarts ever had, blasting the building and the ground underneath it to nothing. Many newly made Siphons got out, but many more died."
"Yes, that explains why we ended up on the top of that- what did you call it?- that base instead of the dungeons. After five hundred years, the ground level must have dropped."
Snape sat for a moment, absently taking a sip of his cold tea, sad that Hogwarts was truly gone in this time period. After it was clear that no one else had anything to add, Duo started to get up, but winced, halfway out of the chair. Quatre helped him up. Snape, snapping out of his thoughts, stood and walked over to Duo.
"Here, I have something that may help with that rib." Snape reached into his robe pocket, pulling out a small glass phial.
"I have a little left." Duo accepted it gratefully, knocking back half the phial while the four pilots watched in varying degrees of interest. Duo shivered, then smiled at Snape. Snape lip twitched in return, to his surprise.
"That's one thing I *definitely* miss- instant healing. Potions was banned years ago, you're probably the only Potions Master in existence that isn't a Siphon." Duo stood for a moment, and then turned towards Heero. "Take the rest, you'll be a hindrance with that arm," Duo nodded to his broken and binded arm. Heero took it warily; giving a shrug (more of a slight shift in his shoulder) only noticed by those who knew him well, he drank the rest of what was in the phial. He did not shiver, but he did start to unbind his arm, putting the bandages in the waste bin next to the couch. He stood up, flexing his newly mended arm.
"We've got to finish that report Heero. Grab your laptop and we'll finish it up in Quatre's office."
"Hai." Heero started for the door, but Duo put his arm out to stop him, looking over at Snape.
"I know we're really not supposed to be doing any heavy activity, but if I don't spar I'll never work off this nervous energy."
"Spar?"
"Yeah, you know; karate, tae kwon do, fencing, a good ol' right hook? Fighting!"
Snape gave a dry chuckle. "Just don't hit it directly and it will be fine. Keeping you in the infirmary was just Madame Pomfrey's way of trying to keep the lot of you out of harm's way for as long as possible."
Duo smiled, then nodded towards Heero, "After the report, you with me?"
Heero gave a sharp nod, before walking out.
"Well, I've got a report to finish, Quatre," Duo turned towards him, "can you take them up to their rooms? I'm pretty sure they're tired after all that has happened."
Quatre smiled, "Of course. They'll also need some clothing and other necessities. I'll take them on a tour of the building later on too, if they'd like." Duo nodded, turning to the other occupants of the room.
Wufei walked away from the window seat, were he had been standing. "Well, if you don't need me for the report then-"
"Hai, Wufei, go play with your katana, I'll see you in the gym later." Wufei walked out of the room, followed by Trowa. They both glanced at the quartet of wizards before leaving, but said nothing.
"Okay, um, I'll see you guys in a bit, I've got some work to finish. Stop by the Gym later on, I'll be in there and we can talk." Duo smiled before walking out of the room, his braid swinging gently behind him.
Quatre turned towards the ensemble of Wizards and Witches. "Well, follow me, I'll show you to your rooms." And with that, the room was empty.
~~~~~~~~~~ A.N. I've decided to add these short glimpses into Hogwarts before the sixth year 'attack' ~~~~~~~~~~
March 12th, 1996
"Parvarti and Trelawney are driving me insane."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron had just passed Parvarti, Lavender, and a few 5th year Gryffindor girls on their way down to dinner, all of whom had been staring as they passed by. They had gone to Gryffindor tower to drop off their books after Divination, Hermione meeting them after Arithmancy in the common room.
Harry glanced back at Parvarti and her friends again, scowling. They just looked at him with pity. Trelawney hadn't predicted his death in a while, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione had started to think that she was *finally* laying off. They were wrong of course. In Divination today, Trelawney had put on a particularly spectacular show, one of her best, Seamus had joked. Harry had punched him in the arm he had bruised during Quidditch morning practice.
They'd been working on Tarot Cards, and Trelawney had been ignoring most of the class in favor of Parvarti's deck, when suddenly she glanced up, looking right over Harry's shoulder. Her eyes, already considerably large because of her glasses, widened till they threatened to become larger than the bloody spectacle lenses. She dramatically put one arm over her heart, the other pointing over Harry's shoulder. She'd screamed, "The Spectre of Death is waiting for you!" and promptly fainted, conveniently on top of a purple beanbag instead of the floor. Parvarti, with the help of Lavender, had helped *rouse* the overgrown coat rack, sending the students away as it was already nearing the end of class. Of course, Parvarti and Lavender had told their 5th year friends, and they had all been whispering and giving pitying looks as Harry and his friends passed by.
"Well, I told you to stop taking that class, you know it will never help you in the future anyways." Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione's pun.
"Well, it's not bloody likely that we would take *Arithmancy,* and besides, Divination is an easy A."
Hermione sighed, knowing Ron wouldn't listen. As they walked into the Great hall, Harry accidentally bumped into one of the visiting students from Beauxbatons. About a fortnight ago, a group of around ten students from the French Wizarding School had sent over a few sixth year students to better the relations between countries. After the Triwizard Tournament, relations between Beauxbatons and Hogwarts had been growing in strength. Shortly after they had arrived, eight Hogwarts students from various houses in the seventh year had been sent off to Beauxbatons, a Lingual Charm [4] placed on them.
The French student Harry had just bumped into stumbled as their shoulders collided. Harry reached over and steadied him. The student glanced at him before doing a double take. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the French boy's dark eyes looked at his face in recognition. Ron and Hermione, who had stopped to wait for him, stood to the side. The French boy reached out a hand, offering a handshake.
"Bonjour, my name is Jean-Paul. You are Harry Potter?" Harry had a bit of trouble deciphering what he had said because of his strong accent.
"Yes, my name is Harry, and, erm, this is Ron and Hermione, my friends." Harry waved an arm in their direction. Harry was pleasantly surprised to see that Jean-Paul seemed just as excited to meet them. Harry didn't really like all of the attention he got for being who he was, and it was refreshing to see someone seem just as interested in his friends as they were in him.
"Ello, 'Ermione and Ron. It is a pleasure to meet both of you."
Hermione blushed; the French boy was rather cute. Ron scowled at Jean. Ron and Hermione had tried dating at the beginning of sixth year, but it hadn't lasted. They were just *too* close of friends, knew too much about each other. They'd decided to stay friends, but that didn't mean that Ron still wasn't overly protective of Hermione. Jean, catching the look, laughed.
"I am sorry, I am . uh . . . how do you say . . . gay?" Ron visibly relaxed, and Hermione blushed even brighter. Last year, Harry had been surprised after Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw from his year, had openly kissed a Hufflepuff Boy in the Great Hall, visible to everybody. No one had even batted an eyelash. Later, Harry had asked Ron about it, and Ron had been surprised that Muggles would be so set against it. Wizards just didn't care what gender you were attracted to.
Ron scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. Hermione smiled at Ron, "Sorry Jean, Ron's a bit protective of his friends." Harry noted that Jean looked as if he almost understood. Jean-Paul smiled at them before turning as a voice called to him from the further into the Great Hall.
Jean rolled his eyes. "Pascal is obsessed with timeliness. I am late for a minute and he is already steaming from the ears." Ron, Harry and Hermione laughed, waving him off as he walked to the end of the Gryffindor table where the other French students had decided to eat their meals.
"You know, he's not a bad guy. When the lot of them came, I thought they'd be . . . I don't know, distant. Kind of like Fleur."
They took their seats at the other end of the table next to the other 6th year Gryffindors. Ron, who had just been speaking, took a large gulp of pumpkin juice. Hermione smiled, she had always thought of Fleur as cold, it was nice hearing Ron admit it.
"Anyways, have you seen the house points? Snape took off *thirty* points from Neville yesterday during his detention added to the ten taken during class!" Ron started waving his arms around in the air to emphasize his point, almost wacking off Harry's glasses. After adjusting his glasses, Harry glanced over at Snape who was scowling and absently twirling a long golden chain in his hand.
~'Weird, never thought of him as the jewelry wearing type . . .'~
"He took points off during his detention?" Hermione asked disbelievingly. Neville had just walked into the room, looking as if he'd rather be eating in his dorm. After glancing up at Neville, Harry answered Hermione.
"Yeah, Neville told me that during his detention he bumped into one of the shelves, sending the whole thing- potions ingredients and all- onto the floor. In addition to the points, Neville has to pay for the ingredients he broke. Seamus and Dean have bets on when his Grandmother will send a Howler."
Hermione scowled. "That's not nice! How would they like it if they were sent a Howler?" Harry grimaced at Hermione's shrill tone, putting his arms out in front of him, were Hermione was seated.
"Hey, it wasn't me, and Seamus and Dean have too many bets now to back down." Hermione rolled her eyes; taking an apple from the basket that had just appeared before continuing onto other subjects.
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Authors Notes: Yay! My story's taking shape! I messed with the wizarding world quite a bit, but considering it's been five hundred years, and major things have happened in that time span, no wonder it has changed.
[1] *they* being the Siphons- as the chapter later explains
[2] Quatre has this sort of . . . sixth sense about things. When major things happen, he usually feels pain in his chest, though I don't know if it's also in the Manga or if it's just from fan fiction.
Editor's Note: It is in the manga, as in the original televised series. The English translation is "Space Heart" while the Japanese version is "uchuu no kokoro".
[3] As the chapter later explains, Duo somehow collects this power without choosing to.
[4] hehe, making up my own spells. I think . . . o well, I'll look it up on Lexicon and see if it exists ( it'll be important later.
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Author name: CherryStain
Author email: CherryStain@hotmail.com
Category: Drama/Angst
Rating for this chapter: PG 13
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, FB, QTTA, Gundam Wing.
Summary: Harry, forever The-Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die meets familiar faces after thinking them dead for over Five-Hundred Years. Crossover with Gundam Wing, will have slash, though won't be centered on it. I FINALLY get some stuff explained. (
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Gundam Wing manga series; story by Hajime Yadate & Yoshiyuki Tomino, art by Koichi Tokita.
Authors Notes: Hehe, I know I'm Evil. This chapter's rather complicated, and it might have to be read twice. Erm, I hope it's clear, I tried to make it as clear as possible but it may still be rather confusing. It's also rather long and took a lot of time, so Review!
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Chapter 5- Revelations
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Duo took a sip of his Black coffee, grimaced then sighed. Organizing his thoughts, he decided on a general overview of who he was exactly.
"Let's see, my real name is Harry Potter. I was born, as some of you know, July thirty-first Nineteen-eighty."
"Duo, don't play games." Wufei had spoken from the window seat.
"Don't interrupt. As I was saying, I was born to wizarding parents- and yes, there are such things as wizards, and magic, and just about anything you can imagine."
The pilots, even Quatre, looked as if they were questioning his sanity, or at the very least, thought it was one of his jokes. Duo looked back, trying to convey as much honesty into his eyes as possible. Finally Heero, realizing that Duo really did expect them to believe this, spoke up first.
"I want proof Duo." Though Heero's voice sounded emotionless, his eyes showed his warning.
Duo bit his lip thoughtfully before turning to Snape. Duo was pretty sure that a few little spells wouldn't set off to many alarms, and that hopefully *they* wouldn't investigate. [1].
"Your wand may not be nearly as compatible, but it will do." He held out his hand. Snape reached into his robe pocket, pulling out a long cherry wood colored stick.
"Now, I'll have to do something small, my magic output is monitored, something else I'll have to explain to you." Duo thought for a moment, before turning towards the fireplace.
"It's a bit warm in here but- Incendio!"
A wisp of fire flew out of the end of the wand, lighting the wood in the grate. The four pilots, even Heero and Trowa, stepped back, surprised. Duo, wanting to make them sure absolutely sure that magic was real, froze the flames with a quick spell. Even if the other pilots reasoned out that Snape's wand might have been a lighter, a frozen flame was something just not possible without magic.
"You were serious!" Wufei came closer to the fireplace.
"No, I'm Duo." Hermione stifled a laugh, the two wizards in training and the four pilots giving her strange looks, as they didn't understand the pun.
"Funny Potter. I guess after five-hundred years, you are bound to over-use old jokes." Snape took his wand irritably out of Duo's outstretched hand.
"And why did you have to use my wand?"
"That, I'll be getting to. Okay, let me shorten this a bit for the non- magical people here."
"All four of them can do magic?" Quatre had joined the conversation, coming more into the room.
"Yes, they're all Wizards from the past. I'm guessing they got here via time travel. And you're a Wizard too Quatre." Quatre looked at him in surprise.
"You call it your uchuu no kokoro [2]. It is the remnants of the power that was taken from you." He raised a hand, indicating for everyone to stay silent. "Again, I'm getting ahead of myself."
"Okay, back then, when I was born, there was a Wizarding war going on. Voldemort," Seamus and Draco flinched, "was at the head of this war. He's basically what Oz is to us," Duo indicated towards the pilots, "combined with Hitler- cleanse the nation and all that. He wanted to take over everything. For some reason, he decided to go after my parents and I. My parents were killed, but somehow, he wasn't able to kill me. No one knows why the spell, called the Killing Curse, absorbed and then reflected off of me and hit Voldemort, turning him into nothing more than a Phantom. This is common knowledge to the Wizarding community. What no one knew was that it *had* affected me. You see, the killing curse affects people on an anatomical level, changing it so that the soul is no longer bound to the body. Most Wizards don't know this, but when certain... anatomically changing weapons are absorbed than reflected, it changes them."
"Changes them?" Hermione was practically falling out of her chair she was leaning so far forward.
"Yes, it is more widely known in Japanese Wizarding communities because of the Atom bomb. The wizards who were not killed by the Atom bomb in Hiroshima were changed. They could absorb power from magical creatures around them, but it did not stay within their body. I am not sure were it is released when someone is not around to collect the power [3]. Very little of their own magical ability is kept within their body. Because the first Siphons could not control when or what they pulled magic out of and released, they were shunned from the general wizarding community. The Knowledge of the Siphons was not spread because of their virtual exile. The British community never even thought that the Killing Curse might have affected me. Because the Killing Curse is not even close to the magnitude of the Atom Bomb, my siphoning abilities are nowhere near that of class-A Siphons. Luckily, however, my own magical ability remained intact. However, my siphoning abilities were enough, along with the power behind my scar- my connection to Voldemort, for me to have visions of Voldemort, or at least, pull what he was viewing from his own mind- dreams that were evidently true."
"Siphons?" Snape asked.
"It is what they call wizards who draw magic out of others."
"Scar?" Heero, who had still not moved from behind Duo, leaned forward.
"It is hidden by my magic. Before my magic was monitored, which Siphons have now learned to do, I used a particularly difficult spell to change my eyes and hair color, though the length is real. Come out in front of me, I feel like an idiot with you hovering behind me." Heero obliged, walking around and sitting next to Snape on the couch directly across from Duo.
Snape spoke up again, leaning forward and trying to see under Duo's fringe. "But Potter, Your scar cannot be hidden by magic, Dumbledore tried it when you were a child."
"It's just a normal scar now. Voldemort is long gone and I am no longer a grade B siphon."
"What do you mean?"
"This is where sixth year comes in and why I am still here five hundred years later." Duo took a breath, taking a sip of his now luke-warm Coffee. The four wizards held their breaths, nervous about what was to be in store for them if they were to ever get back to their own time. Duo, seeing their look, sighed, sadness in his eyes.
"You do understand that you lot will most likely not travel back to your own time, and even if you did, I would definitely have to memory-charm you."
"Potter, we *must* get back to our own time. Whatever happened after we time-traveled here, a lot of people probably *died.* We'll be able to save them!" Snape's voice rose at the end. He had too much regret now, being an ex-Death Eater, he couldn't add more to it!
Duo looked as if he were fighting to keep a strait face, gripping the armrests till his knuckles shown white.
Hermione, understanding why Harry could not let them change the past, spoke to Snape. "You don't understand Professor, changing the past simply should *not* be done. How are we to know if the other future is not worse than this one? For all we know, changing the past could *guarantee* You-Know- Who's place of power."
Snape sighed, but kept silent, knowing that they were right. Also, the fact that Potter's face was showing just how sad he was about it also, kept Snape from further aggravating Harry.
Taking a second to collect himself and taking another mouthful of coffee, Duo continued. "Voldemort, as you are aware Snape, was planning something huge. Sadly, you were not privy to this information because of you're placement in Voldemort's circle." Draco's eyes bulged.
"Oh yes, and Malfoy? Don't even try crossing any of us or I will kill you myself." Malfoy stiffened but retorted anyway, for it was not in his personality to back down.
"Yes Potter, with what? As you have said, your magic is monitored."
Duo could make light of the fact that Draco thought he was still Naïve- Harry-Potter, but he would not stand by while Draco was threatening someone who was working to save people's lives and endangering his own in the process. Before Draco could even blink, Duo had his gun out, pointed level with Draco's head. "Magic isn't the only way to kill Draco, surely you know this. Don't even try reaching for your wand. You'll be dead before you so much as flex your fingers. You aren't stupid enough to tempt me, I hope?"
"You wouldn't dare Potter. Your too much of a Gryffindor to kill me." Wufei snorted, and most would too if they had ever seen Duo in a fight.
Duo glanced at Snape, then at Hermione and Seamus. "Believe what you want Malfoy, just remember that I do not tolerate *any* leaks." Duo put his gun back into the waistband of his jeans.
Duo went back to his narrative. "As I was saying, in my sixth year of schooling at Hogwarts, which is a wizarding school for those of you who do not know, the school was attacked. And by something you just would not expect from a Wizard, let alone Voldemort. No one ever expected Voldemort, the man who hated muggles-- non-magical people-- and muggle-borns enough to kill them, to use muggle weapons. He may have been rather insane, but he was smart- I'll give him that. He knew that a muggle weapon would *definitely* take the wizarding world by surprise. From what I can gather, he kidnapped and used the Imperious spell- a spell that controls the recipient- on a muggle who had clearance in the military to go wherever he pleased. High-ranking officer in the American Army from what I later found out."
"That's what the huge explosion was! A bomb!" Hermione's voice went shrill.
"Yes, he used the muggle American officer to teach some of the high-ranking Death eaters, followers of Voldemort, how to fly and drop bombs. Having the same distaste for muggle items as Voldemort, they were quite incompetent at what they were taught. They missed most of their targets, but they had enough ammunition to eventually get it right. The explosion we experienced was only the first of about three bombs that hit near and around Hogwarts. We were in Potions class when it happened, and as I never saw the four of you leave, I assumed you were dead."
Duo turned towards the wizards and, locking eyes with Hermione, tried to convey into that one look how much he had mourned for her. Hermione had been a great friend to Duo, and he had definitely missed her over the years.
Hermione dearly wanted to ask about Ron, but kept silent, not wanting sadden Harry anymore. Considering it was five hundred years into the future, Ron was long gone, and she didn't want to remind him of it. Hermione herself, wanted to cry. The Hogwarts Trio was now only two- one of which would most likely never be the same Harry she had befriended.
Draco was grinding his jaw, trying not to yell at Potter. It couldn't be true! His father knew he was at Hogwarts, and his father was in Voldemort's inner circle! He would have warned his son about such an attack . . . but he had experienced the first explosion, and he did not know of any magical attacks that could shake Hogwarts so completely. Especially since the school was guarded against direct magical attacks. He knew this from snippets of conversation he heard at home. But had Hogwarts had protection from muggle weapons? He did not know . . .
"Anyways, the students and teachers left, gathered in the great hall. I was assigned all of the first years to bring into the Forbidden Forrest, because it was the only place we could think of to hide away in. Hogsmeade- the closest town- was destroyed. The headmaster was nowhere to be found and he was the only one who knew how to activate the floo network. So, I headed out with Professor Sinistra, Ron, who had escaped the crumbling dungeons with me, and around thirty-five eleven year olds."
"The Forbidden Forest!?" Seamus exclaimed, eyes widening.
"Yes, it was perhaps the only choice we had. We went into the forest. It was like night had fallen, it was sunny outside of the forest, but the dense foliage blocked out all light. Of course, we were attacked."
"By what?"
"A vampire of all things." Wufei wanted to scoff, but considering Duo had just used a *wand* of all things to light a fire, he might believe anything.
"The vampire, a young one compared to some, went for the smaller children. I tackled it and so it aimed for me instead. It had just bitten into my neck before another explosion, greater than all the others combined, sounded."
There was a moment of silence, before Hermione, remembering the earlier part of the conversation and putting two and two together, broke in, "You not seriously saying-"
"Yes, Voldemort had gotten hold of an Atomic Bomb." Hermione gasped, Seamus and Draco cursed, the others remained silent but shock was apparent in their expressions.
"He left it to Malfoy Senior to drop it." Draco's eyes widened and he spluttered, the pilots all turning towards him.
"He messed up of course, and missed his target by a mile. But the effects of the bomb still spread all the way to where we were. The Atomic blast sped through the Hogwarts grounds and the Forest. Some died, others became Siphons. I became something totally different."
"My God . . ."
"Atomic energy does strange things to a person's magical energy. Because I was already a grade B siphon, though I did not know it, it changed me further. I have a virtual well of magic inside of me. Siphons, the ones who have no control over how much magical energy they take, dump that magic into me when I am even as close to a mile to one."
Everyone just stared, Snape speaking up after a moment, "That doesn't explain why you're still alive after all of these years." Duo smiled.
"Ever the observant one, Professor. Like I've said before, atomic energy does strange things to magic. When the atomic blast washed over me, the vampire had just bitten me, creating a magical connection not unlike the connection between two casting a spell on one another. The blast and my own semi-siphoning abilities went into hyper drive. It is something that can only happen in the split second when atoms are being rearranged by the blast. When I was little, I was able to siphon part of Voldemort's ability to talk to snakes- Parseltongue."
Understanding, and with that, shock, crossed Hermione's face, "You siphoned the Vampire's Immortality!"
Duo nodded grimly. "Just the vampire's Immortality, none of his other abilities and weaknesses. Unlike when I was a child, I knew instantly. I don't know how I knew. But then, I was in too much pain to really think about it." Duo elaborated at their blank looks, "I was surrounded by Siphons and I wasn't used to the power input. Plus, we were in the middle of the Forbidden Forest and the magical energy was astronomical. I passed out and woke up a week later in a makeshift hospital that the newly evolved Siphons had set up. The pain from the input was still there, but it was manageable because my body had somewhat adapted, at least enough for me to remain conscious. Dumbledore was in the bed next to me. It is a sad thing to outlive the man you thought would always be there, but he died two hours later."
Hermione sniffed, wet tracks appearing were tears had fallen. Snape, Seamus, and Draco looked like the ground had been pulled out from under them. Dumbledore was one constant in all of the wizard's and witches' lives, and finding out that Dumbledore had died in the attack was a rather mind-boggling thought.
The four other pilots remained silent, Quatre coming forward to put a comforting arm on Duo's shoulder.
"Voldemort made a terrible, *terrible* mistake. He sent out countless bombs to regular wizarding communities, and two more atom bombs to Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. If he couldn't take control of the Wizarding world, he was going to terrify them as much as possible- killing thousands in the process. It was his downfall. Later that month, I and dozens of Siphons from all three schools drained and then killed Voldemort and his followers."
"I later left, sort of exiled myself, and let the Siphon community learn on its own how to function. Being around Siphons was too painful and, with no other option, I went into seclusion in America. I came out of seclusion not forty years ago. Sometime during my exile, I stopped using a wand. I just didn't see any use. Curiosity, however, got the better of me."
Duo's audience knew he was deliberately skipping over things, but left it for now. "I tried seeking out the wizarding community, wanting to see how it had changed. I never found one. Wizards everywhere were gone. I ran into a Siphon purely by accident. He knew instantly that I had magic, but it was different. He could not access it though, alarming him, so he approached me. After a rather painful fistfight," Duo smiled wryly, "He told me what had happened. Siphons had learned, over more than a dozen generations, how to control who they Siphoned from. Really strong Siphons, from what I have learned, do not have much magic for themselves. Wizards were a threat to their existence. The Wizarding community had withered. Few were left, and the few that were became power hungry. Around two hundred or so years after I had exiled myself, another, crueler group of Witches and Wizards tried killing off Siphons, jealous that their community was thriving while Wizards had no actual government system left, having to hide out in the Muggle world. After I don't know how many deaths, Siphons finally had the choice of either killing off all witches and wizards left, or siphoning all of their magic away. They chose the latter, and ever since then, Wizards and Witches have had their power drained as children." Duo smiled at the wide-eyed looks of his old professor and classmates.
"That is what happened to me, isn't it?" Duo turned to look up at Quatre who had been standing next to him.
"Yes, the Siphon community now has monitors for magical activity. They sensed you after you were made. They took all of your magic."
At the questioning looks directed at Duo at the word 'made' from the Wizards, Quatre elaborated. "I was made in a test tube." Quatre's tone was bitter, very rare for the naturally good-natured Arab. Duo sent a sympathetic look over to Quatre, who knew that he was rather touchy on the subject of how he was made.
Hermione and Seamus nodded, amazed at the technology of the future.
"Test tube?" Snape had voiced the thought running through the three pureblooded wizards.
"It's when muggles *make* children outside of the womb. It's more complicated than that, but I'll forever be explaining all the muggle- terms."
Quatre remained thoughtful for a moment before voicing what he had been pondering, "But why can I sometimes . . . sense things?" Duo smiled at Quatre.
"You've got a talent most Wizards don't have. You were born a Seer- someone who has visions, really rare. It's something Siphons can't take away from you, only minimize. It's why you only get the general feelings-empathy, instead of full blown visions." Duo turned back to the rest of the people in the room.
"The Siphon community felt threatened by me. They could not Siphon my powers because, basically, I am just an overdeveloped Siphon and they can't take power from their own kind. Furthermore, I gained power just by being in their presence. They gave me an ultimatum; they would monitor my magic, if I ever went above a certain level, they would investigate. If they found that I was abusing my power, they'd find some way of torturing me. Immortality would *definitely* not work in my favor. I can still feel pain, just as much as any of you can, and I heal just as all of you, but I would not be able to die. It would be my own personal hell. And with the technology now, they could easily do it. It wasn't much of a choice for me, I had practically already stopped using magic, and so I handed over my wand. And, well, here I am now."
Silence followed his rather long explanation. Finally, when the silence went from dealing with ones thoughts to uncomfortable, Snape spoke up.
"Before the attack, Dumbledore gave me a strange apparatus." Snape pulled the gold broken three-meter chain out of his shirt. "He told me that if Hogwarts were to ever need help, I should take a small group along with me and use the necklace. When the attack came, I had a feeling that Dumbledore had given me the necklace to use for that exact attack. So, I threw the necklace over myself and whatever students had been near me at the time. The smoke and dust had prevented me from seeing exactly who I was taking." Snape stopped talking, mulling over what he had said. "Another thing I thought was rather strange was that he said it was a Portkey, but it wasn't. He wanted to make it clear to me that the Portkey would bring me to where I originally was."
Duo cleared his throat, "Yes. The base we were at was in the location that originally housed Hogwarts. It was rather depressing seeing the wizarding's finest in education reduced to a hole in the ground. The last of the bombs dropped, after the atomic bomb nearby, had gone strait through any defenses Hogwarts ever had, blasting the building and the ground underneath it to nothing. Many newly made Siphons got out, but many more died."
"Yes, that explains why we ended up on the top of that- what did you call it?- that base instead of the dungeons. After five hundred years, the ground level must have dropped."
Snape sat for a moment, absently taking a sip of his cold tea, sad that Hogwarts was truly gone in this time period. After it was clear that no one else had anything to add, Duo started to get up, but winced, halfway out of the chair. Quatre helped him up. Snape, snapping out of his thoughts, stood and walked over to Duo.
"Here, I have something that may help with that rib." Snape reached into his robe pocket, pulling out a small glass phial.
"I have a little left." Duo accepted it gratefully, knocking back half the phial while the four pilots watched in varying degrees of interest. Duo shivered, then smiled at Snape. Snape lip twitched in return, to his surprise.
"That's one thing I *definitely* miss- instant healing. Potions was banned years ago, you're probably the only Potions Master in existence that isn't a Siphon." Duo stood for a moment, and then turned towards Heero. "Take the rest, you'll be a hindrance with that arm," Duo nodded to his broken and binded arm. Heero took it warily; giving a shrug (more of a slight shift in his shoulder) only noticed by those who knew him well, he drank the rest of what was in the phial. He did not shiver, but he did start to unbind his arm, putting the bandages in the waste bin next to the couch. He stood up, flexing his newly mended arm.
"We've got to finish that report Heero. Grab your laptop and we'll finish it up in Quatre's office."
"Hai." Heero started for the door, but Duo put his arm out to stop him, looking over at Snape.
"I know we're really not supposed to be doing any heavy activity, but if I don't spar I'll never work off this nervous energy."
"Spar?"
"Yeah, you know; karate, tae kwon do, fencing, a good ol' right hook? Fighting!"
Snape gave a dry chuckle. "Just don't hit it directly and it will be fine. Keeping you in the infirmary was just Madame Pomfrey's way of trying to keep the lot of you out of harm's way for as long as possible."
Duo smiled, then nodded towards Heero, "After the report, you with me?"
Heero gave a sharp nod, before walking out.
"Well, I've got a report to finish, Quatre," Duo turned towards him, "can you take them up to their rooms? I'm pretty sure they're tired after all that has happened."
Quatre smiled, "Of course. They'll also need some clothing and other necessities. I'll take them on a tour of the building later on too, if they'd like." Duo nodded, turning to the other occupants of the room.
Wufei walked away from the window seat, were he had been standing. "Well, if you don't need me for the report then-"
"Hai, Wufei, go play with your katana, I'll see you in the gym later." Wufei walked out of the room, followed by Trowa. They both glanced at the quartet of wizards before leaving, but said nothing.
"Okay, um, I'll see you guys in a bit, I've got some work to finish. Stop by the Gym later on, I'll be in there and we can talk." Duo smiled before walking out of the room, his braid swinging gently behind him.
Quatre turned towards the ensemble of Wizards and Witches. "Well, follow me, I'll show you to your rooms." And with that, the room was empty.
~~~~~~~~~~ A.N. I've decided to add these short glimpses into Hogwarts before the sixth year 'attack' ~~~~~~~~~~
March 12th, 1996
"Parvarti and Trelawney are driving me insane."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron had just passed Parvarti, Lavender, and a few 5th year Gryffindor girls on their way down to dinner, all of whom had been staring as they passed by. They had gone to Gryffindor tower to drop off their books after Divination, Hermione meeting them after Arithmancy in the common room.
Harry glanced back at Parvarti and her friends again, scowling. They just looked at him with pity. Trelawney hadn't predicted his death in a while, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione had started to think that she was *finally* laying off. They were wrong of course. In Divination today, Trelawney had put on a particularly spectacular show, one of her best, Seamus had joked. Harry had punched him in the arm he had bruised during Quidditch morning practice.
They'd been working on Tarot Cards, and Trelawney had been ignoring most of the class in favor of Parvarti's deck, when suddenly she glanced up, looking right over Harry's shoulder. Her eyes, already considerably large because of her glasses, widened till they threatened to become larger than the bloody spectacle lenses. She dramatically put one arm over her heart, the other pointing over Harry's shoulder. She'd screamed, "The Spectre of Death is waiting for you!" and promptly fainted, conveniently on top of a purple beanbag instead of the floor. Parvarti, with the help of Lavender, had helped *rouse* the overgrown coat rack, sending the students away as it was already nearing the end of class. Of course, Parvarti and Lavender had told their 5th year friends, and they had all been whispering and giving pitying looks as Harry and his friends passed by.
"Well, I told you to stop taking that class, you know it will never help you in the future anyways." Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione's pun.
"Well, it's not bloody likely that we would take *Arithmancy,* and besides, Divination is an easy A."
Hermione sighed, knowing Ron wouldn't listen. As they walked into the Great hall, Harry accidentally bumped into one of the visiting students from Beauxbatons. About a fortnight ago, a group of around ten students from the French Wizarding School had sent over a few sixth year students to better the relations between countries. After the Triwizard Tournament, relations between Beauxbatons and Hogwarts had been growing in strength. Shortly after they had arrived, eight Hogwarts students from various houses in the seventh year had been sent off to Beauxbatons, a Lingual Charm [4] placed on them.
The French student Harry had just bumped into stumbled as their shoulders collided. Harry reached over and steadied him. The student glanced at him before doing a double take. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the French boy's dark eyes looked at his face in recognition. Ron and Hermione, who had stopped to wait for him, stood to the side. The French boy reached out a hand, offering a handshake.
"Bonjour, my name is Jean-Paul. You are Harry Potter?" Harry had a bit of trouble deciphering what he had said because of his strong accent.
"Yes, my name is Harry, and, erm, this is Ron and Hermione, my friends." Harry waved an arm in their direction. Harry was pleasantly surprised to see that Jean-Paul seemed just as excited to meet them. Harry didn't really like all of the attention he got for being who he was, and it was refreshing to see someone seem just as interested in his friends as they were in him.
"Ello, 'Ermione and Ron. It is a pleasure to meet both of you."
Hermione blushed; the French boy was rather cute. Ron scowled at Jean. Ron and Hermione had tried dating at the beginning of sixth year, but it hadn't lasted. They were just *too* close of friends, knew too much about each other. They'd decided to stay friends, but that didn't mean that Ron still wasn't overly protective of Hermione. Jean, catching the look, laughed.
"I am sorry, I am . uh . . . how do you say . . . gay?" Ron visibly relaxed, and Hermione blushed even brighter. Last year, Harry had been surprised after Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw from his year, had openly kissed a Hufflepuff Boy in the Great Hall, visible to everybody. No one had even batted an eyelash. Later, Harry had asked Ron about it, and Ron had been surprised that Muggles would be so set against it. Wizards just didn't care what gender you were attracted to.
Ron scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. Hermione smiled at Ron, "Sorry Jean, Ron's a bit protective of his friends." Harry noted that Jean looked as if he almost understood. Jean-Paul smiled at them before turning as a voice called to him from the further into the Great Hall.
Jean rolled his eyes. "Pascal is obsessed with timeliness. I am late for a minute and he is already steaming from the ears." Ron, Harry and Hermione laughed, waving him off as he walked to the end of the Gryffindor table where the other French students had decided to eat their meals.
"You know, he's not a bad guy. When the lot of them came, I thought they'd be . . . I don't know, distant. Kind of like Fleur."
They took their seats at the other end of the table next to the other 6th year Gryffindors. Ron, who had just been speaking, took a large gulp of pumpkin juice. Hermione smiled, she had always thought of Fleur as cold, it was nice hearing Ron admit it.
"Anyways, have you seen the house points? Snape took off *thirty* points from Neville yesterday during his detention added to the ten taken during class!" Ron started waving his arms around in the air to emphasize his point, almost wacking off Harry's glasses. After adjusting his glasses, Harry glanced over at Snape who was scowling and absently twirling a long golden chain in his hand.
~'Weird, never thought of him as the jewelry wearing type . . .'~
"He took points off during his detention?" Hermione asked disbelievingly. Neville had just walked into the room, looking as if he'd rather be eating in his dorm. After glancing up at Neville, Harry answered Hermione.
"Yeah, Neville told me that during his detention he bumped into one of the shelves, sending the whole thing- potions ingredients and all- onto the floor. In addition to the points, Neville has to pay for the ingredients he broke. Seamus and Dean have bets on when his Grandmother will send a Howler."
Hermione scowled. "That's not nice! How would they like it if they were sent a Howler?" Harry grimaced at Hermione's shrill tone, putting his arms out in front of him, were Hermione was seated.
"Hey, it wasn't me, and Seamus and Dean have too many bets now to back down." Hermione rolled her eyes; taking an apple from the basket that had just appeared before continuing onto other subjects.
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Authors Notes: Yay! My story's taking shape! I messed with the wizarding world quite a bit, but considering it's been five hundred years, and major things have happened in that time span, no wonder it has changed.
[1] *they* being the Siphons- as the chapter later explains
[2] Quatre has this sort of . . . sixth sense about things. When major things happen, he usually feels pain in his chest, though I don't know if it's also in the Manga or if it's just from fan fiction.
Editor's Note: It is in the manga, as in the original televised series. The English translation is "Space Heart" while the Japanese version is "uchuu no kokoro".
[3] As the chapter later explains, Duo somehow collects this power without choosing to.
[4] hehe, making up my own spells. I think . . . o well, I'll look it up on Lexicon and see if it exists ( it'll be important later.
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