A/N: Wow...only...TWO responses?! Hmm, we're going to have to come up with longer chapters and better summaries! (::SD AlantisB:: I'll fix that! Heheeh!) We hope people will read this chapter...but well, depends, ya know? (::SD AlantisB stomps her foot:: REVIEW DAMN YOU!!!!) Well, on with the story!
Disclaimer: We don't own ANYTHING in this fic except, the... Gundam Pilots! No, just kidding we own the plot! Harry Potter belongs to the British woman named J.K Rowling, and Gundam Wing (and Pilots) belongs to er... um...I forget ^.^; But the important thing is we don't own it!
...Japanese...
"...talking..." (English!)
'...thinking...'
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Travels Through a Mirror
Part Two
By Songbreeze and AlantisB
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It was a chilly, English winter day as the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft walked down the ancient castle halls. Every where he looked there were moving picture and suits of armour, twinkling fairies and other odds and ends put together for the holiday. The halls were strangely empty as most of the students have gone home the day before for winter break as they usually do. More and more decorations were being hung all around the school as the gamekeeper, Hagrid, brang in Christmas tree after Christmas tree for the annual Christmas Day dance that was to take place in for two days.
Professor Dumbledore smiled behind his moon spectacles as he watched the remaining children eat their breakfast in the Great Hall. One of the more...interesting students, Harry Potter, was sitting next to his two friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. The three of them seemed to be having an interesting conversation. So far it had been a lucky year for Harry; this was the first year that Voldermont hadn't attacked Harry in some form or another. Perhaps he would be able to live like a normal boy studying magic this year instead of being the famed boy that lived.
The chatter around him grew in volume as more students joined the others from their dorms; many had slept in because of they didn't have to wake early for classes. Dumbledore smiled gently to his students that waved to him and he continued on his way down the hallway to his office. He reached his office door, which looked at the gargoyle statue.
"Jelly beans." He said with a note of amusement in voice and a merry twinkle in his eye.
The normally still gargoyle moved as the Headmaster said the correct password. Professor Dumbledore climbed the stairs quietly and the gargoyle moved again behind him blocking the entrance. He opened the wooden door and moved over to his desk glancing at the jewelled Mirror of Erised and sat down in his comfortable, soft chair. He picked up his quill and dipped in the inkbottle and began to write.
Fawkes, his phoenix, chirped loudly as the mirror began to glow and he looked up from his writing to look at the mirror. It was acting strangely; colours swirled in the glass in a spiral and it glowed with magic of an incantation or spell.
Suddenly something black and brown fell out the mirror and across the floor, sliding slightly. Another object flew out the mirror, just as fast. It was blonde and brown and it fell on top of the black figure that groaned. Dumbedore's eyebrows jumped upwards sharply behind his moon spectacles as he stared. Something green and blue fell out the mirror on top of the last two figures.
He gazed at the mirror once more and it slowly stopped glowing and the colours swirled back and faded away in the clear substance. He pushed his chair back and got up. He moved over to the figures with caution just as the one on the bottom groaned again.
The black figure spoke in slight pain. "Q-man, Tro, I mean this in the
nicest of way so don't be offended." The voice paused as he struggled to breathe. "Get the hell off me!"
Dumbledore looked at the pile of figures. He didn't understand the language, however it sounded Asian, but with more of an accent. He watched as the blonde mumbled something, which he assumed to be "sorry" as he and the brown hair boy got off the black figure. The black clothed person got up and dusted him self off. He whipped around and his yard long braid swung around like a tail as he looked at Dumbledore.
He poked the blonde boy and brown hair one with the funny bangs that hung over one of his eyes and spoke again in the foreign language. "Hey guys, we got company!" He looked over at Dumbledore in emphasis. The two young boys looked at Professor Dumbledore and the blonde hair one looked around in confusion. He spoke to the other two boys and then the blonde nodded as he stepped forward and spoke in that same language.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Professor Dumbledore shook his head slightly to show he didn't understand. He tried to speak in English to them, hoping one would understand.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand you." He smiled at them gently and the brown hair braided one's face lit up in surprise. Then he grinned cheerfully and stepped forward.
"What Q-man was trying to say was, who the hell are you?" The braided one spoke in perfect Americanised English as he waved his hands in wild gestures while grinning. It didn't have the same accent as England and Dumbledore was able to pin it to the American version.
"I'm Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of this school, Hogwarts." Dumbledore replied. The braided boy nodded and spoke with the other two, to translate, he supposed. The blonde hair one looked up at him and spoke with strangely accented English.
"I'm Quatre Raberbra Winner and this is my friend, Trowa Barton." He glanced at his friend with the weird bangs and the braid one spoke up again with all smiles.
"And I'm Duo! Duo Maxwell at your service! I may run, and I may hide, but I'll never tell a lie!" He hooked his arm around the blonde hair one, Quatre, and winked at the headmaster. "So old man, can you tell us where the hell we are?" His strange, rare, violet eyes sparkled in amusement and looked at Dumbledore.
"You're in Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry. In other words, magic."
Duo blinked as he chuckled. "You're kidding right? Magic doesn't exist! I think you lost a few marbles, Professor!" He made the universal sign of someone who is crazy and Quatre smiled slightly. "No really, Professor, where are we?" Duo looked at the old man again.
"Perhaps if you sit down, we can discuss how you got here?" He suggested gently to the three boys, two of them nodded, the braid one lost the cheerfulness into seriousness as he and the blonde hair one sat down. Dumbledore moved behind his desk and sat in his chair again.
The weird banged one, Trowa, walked over to the phoenix in curiosity. He stared at the bird for a moment before it blinked. Trowa calmly began to pet it. He spoke in the weird accented English like the blonde one. "I have never seen a type of bird like this before." His voice was soft and calm too, but it revealed no emotion, like his face.
"It's a phoenix."
"What? No way! They are like, a legend, man! There are no such things!" cried Duo as he stared at the bird in disbelief. Dumbledore smiled gently again and tried to calm the young boy.
"The Phoenix are not a legend, as you can see from my pet, Fawkes, who is sitting here in this office." He gazed at Trowa that just sat down, and the other two young boys. "He was just reborn last year and has been growing rather nicely, don't you think?"
Quatre smiled some and spoke politely. "He is very beautiful, Mr. Dumbledore." Dumbledore smiled and leaned onto his desk some and folded his hands. "Would you like to tell me how you got here? If you don't mind."
The blonde smiled fully and began to weave his tale of how they had ended up at Hogwarts, leaving out things like the Gundams and the mission.
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Heero and Wufei ran into the room where they heard the screams. Two sets of eyes widened in shock as the silent pilot of Heavyarms was pulled into a mysterious looking mirror. The mirror glowed when Trowa was fully in the mirror and the colours began to swirl in the opposite direction as the mirror returned to normal.
The two Gundam pilots looked around for Duo or Quatre but they were no where to be found. Heero narrowed his eyes as he walked over to the mirror and looked for anything suspicious that may have cause the three pilots to disappear. All he found was a small inscription that didn't seem too important. He looked up at the top of the tall mirror and "Mirror of Erised" was engraved upon the wood frame neatly. 'This isn't right,' he glared at the mirror like it would shatter at his gaze. 'Something happened to Quatre, Trowa, and Duo and this mirror was responsible for it somehow.'
Wufei got tired of looking around at the boring room. There was nothing in the large chests but some old black cloth that smelled horrible and was all chewed up by moths. 'Maxwell.' He growled in his mind. 'This has to be Maxwell's fault somehow!'
"Have you found anything Yuy?" Wufie asked with a slight Chinese accent.
Heero turned to look at him and replied in a monotone voice. "Just an inscription on the arm of the mirror. That's all." Wufei frowned as he glared at the mirror and the Chinese boy glanced at his watch from under his armband.
"Its late, we'll look for more in the morning." He walked out the room and Heero stood there for a moment longer before he left too.
A wisp of a being that looked like mist appeared from out of the walls and smiled at the mirror, his eyes showed hope for a moment before he ducked back into the wall. Peeves planned on how to torment the muggles that had come to the Hogwarts castle. He grinned evilly as he turned invisible. This would be the most fun he had in centuries! He cackled and his ghostly voice echoed in the castle making Wufei and Heero shiver from an unseen chill.
He was going to have fun with these two stuck up mortals and no one was around to stop him!
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Well? Did you like it? Surprised a bit at Peeves being the ghost that pushed Quatre to the mirror Well who else did you expect...Nearly Headless Nick? Blah! We know it's a bit short but you did like it didn't you? Please review! Review, review, and um... review because the more reviews I get the sooner I'll continue the story!
What will happen to Duo and the others at Hogwarts? What adventures await for our heroes next time on Travels Through a Mirror?
-AlantisB and Songbreeze
Disclaimer: We don't own ANYTHING in this fic except, the... Gundam Pilots! No, just kidding we own the plot! Harry Potter belongs to the British woman named J.K Rowling, and Gundam Wing (and Pilots) belongs to er... um...I forget ^.^; But the important thing is we don't own it!
...Japanese...
"...talking..." (English!)
'...thinking...'
&~&~&~ Scene change!
Travels Through a Mirror
Part Two
By Songbreeze and AlantisB
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It was a chilly, English winter day as the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft walked down the ancient castle halls. Every where he looked there were moving picture and suits of armour, twinkling fairies and other odds and ends put together for the holiday. The halls were strangely empty as most of the students have gone home the day before for winter break as they usually do. More and more decorations were being hung all around the school as the gamekeeper, Hagrid, brang in Christmas tree after Christmas tree for the annual Christmas Day dance that was to take place in for two days.
Professor Dumbledore smiled behind his moon spectacles as he watched the remaining children eat their breakfast in the Great Hall. One of the more...interesting students, Harry Potter, was sitting next to his two friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. The three of them seemed to be having an interesting conversation. So far it had been a lucky year for Harry; this was the first year that Voldermont hadn't attacked Harry in some form or another. Perhaps he would be able to live like a normal boy studying magic this year instead of being the famed boy that lived.
The chatter around him grew in volume as more students joined the others from their dorms; many had slept in because of they didn't have to wake early for classes. Dumbledore smiled gently to his students that waved to him and he continued on his way down the hallway to his office. He reached his office door, which looked at the gargoyle statue.
"Jelly beans." He said with a note of amusement in voice and a merry twinkle in his eye.
The normally still gargoyle moved as the Headmaster said the correct password. Professor Dumbledore climbed the stairs quietly and the gargoyle moved again behind him blocking the entrance. He opened the wooden door and moved over to his desk glancing at the jewelled Mirror of Erised and sat down in his comfortable, soft chair. He picked up his quill and dipped in the inkbottle and began to write.
Fawkes, his phoenix, chirped loudly as the mirror began to glow and he looked up from his writing to look at the mirror. It was acting strangely; colours swirled in the glass in a spiral and it glowed with magic of an incantation or spell.
Suddenly something black and brown fell out the mirror and across the floor, sliding slightly. Another object flew out the mirror, just as fast. It was blonde and brown and it fell on top of the black figure that groaned. Dumbedore's eyebrows jumped upwards sharply behind his moon spectacles as he stared. Something green and blue fell out the mirror on top of the last two figures.
He gazed at the mirror once more and it slowly stopped glowing and the colours swirled back and faded away in the clear substance. He pushed his chair back and got up. He moved over to the figures with caution just as the one on the bottom groaned again.
The black figure spoke in slight pain. "Q-man, Tro, I mean this in the
nicest of way so don't be offended." The voice paused as he struggled to breathe. "Get the hell off me!"
Dumbledore looked at the pile of figures. He didn't understand the language, however it sounded Asian, but with more of an accent. He watched as the blonde mumbled something, which he assumed to be "sorry" as he and the brown hair boy got off the black figure. The black clothed person got up and dusted him self off. He whipped around and his yard long braid swung around like a tail as he looked at Dumbledore.
He poked the blonde boy and brown hair one with the funny bangs that hung over one of his eyes and spoke again in the foreign language. "Hey guys, we got company!" He looked over at Dumbledore in emphasis. The two young boys looked at Professor Dumbledore and the blonde hair one looked around in confusion. He spoke to the other two boys and then the blonde nodded as he stepped forward and spoke in that same language.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Professor Dumbledore shook his head slightly to show he didn't understand. He tried to speak in English to them, hoping one would understand.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand you." He smiled at them gently and the brown hair braided one's face lit up in surprise. Then he grinned cheerfully and stepped forward.
"What Q-man was trying to say was, who the hell are you?" The braided one spoke in perfect Americanised English as he waved his hands in wild gestures while grinning. It didn't have the same accent as England and Dumbledore was able to pin it to the American version.
"I'm Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of this school, Hogwarts." Dumbledore replied. The braided boy nodded and spoke with the other two, to translate, he supposed. The blonde hair one looked up at him and spoke with strangely accented English.
"I'm Quatre Raberbra Winner and this is my friend, Trowa Barton." He glanced at his friend with the weird bangs and the braid one spoke up again with all smiles.
"And I'm Duo! Duo Maxwell at your service! I may run, and I may hide, but I'll never tell a lie!" He hooked his arm around the blonde hair one, Quatre, and winked at the headmaster. "So old man, can you tell us where the hell we are?" His strange, rare, violet eyes sparkled in amusement and looked at Dumbledore.
"You're in Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry. In other words, magic."
Duo blinked as he chuckled. "You're kidding right? Magic doesn't exist! I think you lost a few marbles, Professor!" He made the universal sign of someone who is crazy and Quatre smiled slightly. "No really, Professor, where are we?" Duo looked at the old man again.
"Perhaps if you sit down, we can discuss how you got here?" He suggested gently to the three boys, two of them nodded, the braid one lost the cheerfulness into seriousness as he and the blonde hair one sat down. Dumbledore moved behind his desk and sat in his chair again.
The weird banged one, Trowa, walked over to the phoenix in curiosity. He stared at the bird for a moment before it blinked. Trowa calmly began to pet it. He spoke in the weird accented English like the blonde one. "I have never seen a type of bird like this before." His voice was soft and calm too, but it revealed no emotion, like his face.
"It's a phoenix."
"What? No way! They are like, a legend, man! There are no such things!" cried Duo as he stared at the bird in disbelief. Dumbledore smiled gently again and tried to calm the young boy.
"The Phoenix are not a legend, as you can see from my pet, Fawkes, who is sitting here in this office." He gazed at Trowa that just sat down, and the other two young boys. "He was just reborn last year and has been growing rather nicely, don't you think?"
Quatre smiled some and spoke politely. "He is very beautiful, Mr. Dumbledore." Dumbledore smiled and leaned onto his desk some and folded his hands. "Would you like to tell me how you got here? If you don't mind."
The blonde smiled fully and began to weave his tale of how they had ended up at Hogwarts, leaving out things like the Gundams and the mission.
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Heero and Wufei ran into the room where they heard the screams. Two sets of eyes widened in shock as the silent pilot of Heavyarms was pulled into a mysterious looking mirror. The mirror glowed when Trowa was fully in the mirror and the colours began to swirl in the opposite direction as the mirror returned to normal.
The two Gundam pilots looked around for Duo or Quatre but they were no where to be found. Heero narrowed his eyes as he walked over to the mirror and looked for anything suspicious that may have cause the three pilots to disappear. All he found was a small inscription that didn't seem too important. He looked up at the top of the tall mirror and "Mirror of Erised" was engraved upon the wood frame neatly. 'This isn't right,' he glared at the mirror like it would shatter at his gaze. 'Something happened to Quatre, Trowa, and Duo and this mirror was responsible for it somehow.'
Wufei got tired of looking around at the boring room. There was nothing in the large chests but some old black cloth that smelled horrible and was all chewed up by moths. 'Maxwell.' He growled in his mind. 'This has to be Maxwell's fault somehow!'
"Have you found anything Yuy?" Wufie asked with a slight Chinese accent.
Heero turned to look at him and replied in a monotone voice. "Just an inscription on the arm of the mirror. That's all." Wufei frowned as he glared at the mirror and the Chinese boy glanced at his watch from under his armband.
"Its late, we'll look for more in the morning." He walked out the room and Heero stood there for a moment longer before he left too.
A wisp of a being that looked like mist appeared from out of the walls and smiled at the mirror, his eyes showed hope for a moment before he ducked back into the wall. Peeves planned on how to torment the muggles that had come to the Hogwarts castle. He grinned evilly as he turned invisible. This would be the most fun he had in centuries! He cackled and his ghostly voice echoed in the castle making Wufei and Heero shiver from an unseen chill.
He was going to have fun with these two stuck up mortals and no one was around to stop him!
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Well? Did you like it? Surprised a bit at Peeves being the ghost that pushed Quatre to the mirror Well who else did you expect...Nearly Headless Nick? Blah! We know it's a bit short but you did like it didn't you? Please review! Review, review, and um... review because the more reviews I get the sooner I'll continue the story!
What will happen to Duo and the others at Hogwarts? What adventures await for our heroes next time on Travels Through a Mirror?
-AlantisB and Songbreeze