A/n: This is a crossover between Harry Potter and Gundam Wing.Yes, I know,
I have all those other fics to finish, but I don't want to finish them.
While some things may not make sense now, they will in future chapters. Oh,
I bought the Book of Duct Tape (just a quarter at a flea-market), so I'm
guessing that I'm irrevocably a piney. I'm so happy. I finally got advanced
stats, and I'm on five peoples favorite lists.
Rating: I'm not quite sure, low R or high pg-13.
"Speech"
'Thoughts, telepathy'
~Change of scene, location, time, etc.~
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing. They are owned by little blue fairies that turn wooden puppets into real people.
Warnings: Child abuse and near death and slash seem to run rampant through this fic. The slash won't appear for a while though, and as such, the pairings are a surprise.
Harry was in his room at number four Privet drive. He hadn't left the room except to use the loo during the whole summer. They didn't want him to contaminate the rest of the house with his foul presence. He winced as the lacerations on his back pulled. His uncle had started to drink again, and with that, the beatings started anew. It had been over seven years from the last time his uncle had tried anything other than mental and emotional abuse, but all good things have to end. He started to shake in fear as he heard his uncle's footsteps on the floor outside his room. He heard the sounds of keys unlocking and than of his uncle entering the room. He shuddered as his uncle called him a worthless freak, but he didn't visibly react. It was safer that way. Vernon had restarted abusing Harry during the summer after his fourth year at Hogwarts. Vernon didn't see why he couldn't abuse Harry, as he wasn't quite human.
Harry never looked up as his uncle yelled at him. He never reacted to the nasty names he was called, nor did he react to the kick Vernon aimed at him. He didn't react until Vernon told him that his parents would be glad to be good, as they wouldn't have to see what a worthless freak Harry had turned out to be. Vernon laughed as the look of passivity was replaced by anger, and than backhanded Harry. Vernon didn't stop at just the backhanded blow. He continued to hit Harry until Harry fell unconscious.
Harry woke up the next morning to his aunt tossing in a crust of bread for his one meal of the day. He was thin, too thin, and his health has become delicate from a lack of proper nutrition.
He stayed down on the thin mattress he was lying on. Dudley had broken the bed frame in Harry's room purposely, and Vernon refused to waste money on a new one for Harry. He had tried to stand-up but he couldn't even sit-up. It just hurt too much. Everything hurt too much. He felt the house shake and heard it moan as Dudley thundered down the stairs. Vernon had already left for work.
Harry fell back into a restless sleep, and didn't wake up until he heard Vernon's car door slam. He heard the unsteady footsteps and knew that Vernon was drunk again.
"Worthless boy, all you did was stay in this room. I'll teach you to be such a lazy brat." Harry curled himself into a small ball, trying to minimize the target that Vernon was aiming for. When Vernon punched him, it felt different. It hurt more, almost as if Vernon had something wrapped around his fist.
Harry didn't find out what was wrapped around Vernon's hand until the thing unraveled. It had been a metal studded belt. Vernon had tired of punching and kicking Harry, so he decided to use the belt as a whip. Harry heard the belt whistle through the air and crack as it hit his skin. The belt whistled through the air and broke the shin on Harry's back for ten minutes of eternity. When Harry finally fell unconscious, it was with an air of relief.
Vernon left Harry unconscious in an ever-widening pool of blood. Vernon smirked as he walked down the hallway towards his bedroom, knowing that his little 'problem' would be gone by tomorrow. He knew that he would never have to worry about anyone finding out about that little freak of nature known as Harry Potter.
Hours later, as Harry lay close to death, a white light appeared, and an unusual creature stepped out of the light. She had blue-tinted skin, cobalt blue eyes, and navy blue hair. She was wearing an unusual outfit made out of an unknown material, that appeared to be silk.
She looked sadly at the child covered in blood. The child who was to become her chosen warrior. She reached down and gently opened a mind-link to the child. She needed to explain things to the child, and to give him the most important choice of his life.
'Child, can you hear me? You have a choice to make, and I hope you chose well,' she paused to let the child answer.
'Yes, I can hear.' and Harry's voice trailed off, sounding weak even mentally. Harry was too weak to open his eyes, so he never saw how strange the creature looked, or the look of concern that flashed across her face.
'Good, now child, don't interrupt as I explain several things to you. I am known by many names to you mortals. I am known as Fate or Lady destiny, and it is your fate to die this night. However, you are going to be needed in the upcoming war, so you will be given a choice. If you chose one way, you will live, but the other way will lead to your death. If you accept the task, I will save your life in this realm, and you will receive the help of four other boys for the war that is to be,' she paused to order her thought into a somewhat coherent manner.
'Let me explain more fully. Many different realms and dimensions exist. In some, you were the one that died, in other you were never born, and in others still, magic doesn't exist. In many, the Destiny's and fates of the peoples and worlds are set, but in some, fate is very fluid for a select few. In this realm, you are one of the one's with a fluid fate, but yours is not a very fluid fate.
In an other realm, there will be a war in about ten years, their time. If you accept the task, you will be de-aged to the age of five, and will forget all about this life until about a month before I appear to bring you back. You will still have the memories, but they will be subconscious and will only remember this life as a dream. When I bring you back, I will bring along several of your friends who will have the ability to perform magic. I will also heal you enough when you come back so that you don't die. However, you won't come back to this place. Your friends will just think that you ran away from here. This is your choice, do you chose to fight in another war and to risk your life for ungrateful people to bring about peace, or do you chose to die in this rat-infested house.'
Harry was silent for a long time. He didn't want to live anymore because that brought about pain, but he didn't want to die knowing that he had to still redeem himself for Cedric's murder.
After what seemed a lifetime, he answered, 'I chose to live. I will go and fight in this war of yours.'
The creature nodded to herself, this was just what she had expected. She than quickly cast a powerful spell that caused the child to de-age in front of her. She looked at the young child who appeared to be about five years old. He had jet-black hair, emerald green eyes, and that altogether familiar scar. She laughed as the glasses dangled off his face. Harry looked in shock at the creature in front of him, finally seeing whom he had been talking to the whole time. 'No need to fear child, I will not hurt you,' she sent to the child, glad that the tenseness was easing out of his body.
"Now Harry, I have to change your appearance somewhat, and than I'll tell you the name you'll be going by," as she finally spoke aloud for the first time that night. She tried to not let the worry creep into her voice. It would be many more times difficult for what she was doing, as she wasn't just casting a glamour spell. The spell she was casting altered the person's very DNA to bring about a change in appearance that was harder to find a counter to than the killing curse.
The changes were gradual, and the first thing to change was the color of the hair. She couldn't bear to change how wild the hair was. His hair changed to a brownish color, quickly followed by the scar on his forehead disappearing. Than the unusual color of his eyes changed to another unusual color, this time a Prussian blue as the eye color changed, so did the shape of the eyes. In the end, he ended up with a slightly oriental look.
The creature stared at the darling child in front before speaking. "As I said before, you will only have vague memories of this life in this realm, which will be remembered as dreams. Oh, before I forget, you will be known as Heero Yuy."
Harry just looked at the creature, his expression unchanging. He watched as the creature created a portal, and than cast two charms on him. One was the memory charm, but he didn't know what the other was. He turned and almost seemed to fall through the portal.
~~~~~~Wherever~~~~~
The small boy wandered around the unfamiliar city with a dazed expression on his face. He looked up as he heard a voice shout, "You boy, who are you." The voice belonged to an unknown man who had an air of kindness about him. "Do you have a place to go?" the man questioned, and his expression softened somewhat as the lost waif shook his head no.
The man seemed to be debating with himself. "Here, let me introduce myself. My name is Odin Lowe, and you can stay with me until we find you a place to stay."
The little boy still didn't speak, but seemed instead to be studying the man in front of him. The little boy solemnly reached out and took the man's hand, and smiled a small sad smile.
A/n: this has to be one of the longest chapters I have ever typed up, proud of me?
Rating: I'm not quite sure, low R or high pg-13.
"Speech"
'Thoughts, telepathy'
~Change of scene, location, time, etc.~
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing. They are owned by little blue fairies that turn wooden puppets into real people.
Warnings: Child abuse and near death and slash seem to run rampant through this fic. The slash won't appear for a while though, and as such, the pairings are a surprise.
Harry was in his room at number four Privet drive. He hadn't left the room except to use the loo during the whole summer. They didn't want him to contaminate the rest of the house with his foul presence. He winced as the lacerations on his back pulled. His uncle had started to drink again, and with that, the beatings started anew. It had been over seven years from the last time his uncle had tried anything other than mental and emotional abuse, but all good things have to end. He started to shake in fear as he heard his uncle's footsteps on the floor outside his room. He heard the sounds of keys unlocking and than of his uncle entering the room. He shuddered as his uncle called him a worthless freak, but he didn't visibly react. It was safer that way. Vernon had restarted abusing Harry during the summer after his fourth year at Hogwarts. Vernon didn't see why he couldn't abuse Harry, as he wasn't quite human.
Harry never looked up as his uncle yelled at him. He never reacted to the nasty names he was called, nor did he react to the kick Vernon aimed at him. He didn't react until Vernon told him that his parents would be glad to be good, as they wouldn't have to see what a worthless freak Harry had turned out to be. Vernon laughed as the look of passivity was replaced by anger, and than backhanded Harry. Vernon didn't stop at just the backhanded blow. He continued to hit Harry until Harry fell unconscious.
Harry woke up the next morning to his aunt tossing in a crust of bread for his one meal of the day. He was thin, too thin, and his health has become delicate from a lack of proper nutrition.
He stayed down on the thin mattress he was lying on. Dudley had broken the bed frame in Harry's room purposely, and Vernon refused to waste money on a new one for Harry. He had tried to stand-up but he couldn't even sit-up. It just hurt too much. Everything hurt too much. He felt the house shake and heard it moan as Dudley thundered down the stairs. Vernon had already left for work.
Harry fell back into a restless sleep, and didn't wake up until he heard Vernon's car door slam. He heard the unsteady footsteps and knew that Vernon was drunk again.
"Worthless boy, all you did was stay in this room. I'll teach you to be such a lazy brat." Harry curled himself into a small ball, trying to minimize the target that Vernon was aiming for. When Vernon punched him, it felt different. It hurt more, almost as if Vernon had something wrapped around his fist.
Harry didn't find out what was wrapped around Vernon's hand until the thing unraveled. It had been a metal studded belt. Vernon had tired of punching and kicking Harry, so he decided to use the belt as a whip. Harry heard the belt whistle through the air and crack as it hit his skin. The belt whistled through the air and broke the shin on Harry's back for ten minutes of eternity. When Harry finally fell unconscious, it was with an air of relief.
Vernon left Harry unconscious in an ever-widening pool of blood. Vernon smirked as he walked down the hallway towards his bedroom, knowing that his little 'problem' would be gone by tomorrow. He knew that he would never have to worry about anyone finding out about that little freak of nature known as Harry Potter.
Hours later, as Harry lay close to death, a white light appeared, and an unusual creature stepped out of the light. She had blue-tinted skin, cobalt blue eyes, and navy blue hair. She was wearing an unusual outfit made out of an unknown material, that appeared to be silk.
She looked sadly at the child covered in blood. The child who was to become her chosen warrior. She reached down and gently opened a mind-link to the child. She needed to explain things to the child, and to give him the most important choice of his life.
'Child, can you hear me? You have a choice to make, and I hope you chose well,' she paused to let the child answer.
'Yes, I can hear.' and Harry's voice trailed off, sounding weak even mentally. Harry was too weak to open his eyes, so he never saw how strange the creature looked, or the look of concern that flashed across her face.
'Good, now child, don't interrupt as I explain several things to you. I am known by many names to you mortals. I am known as Fate or Lady destiny, and it is your fate to die this night. However, you are going to be needed in the upcoming war, so you will be given a choice. If you chose one way, you will live, but the other way will lead to your death. If you accept the task, I will save your life in this realm, and you will receive the help of four other boys for the war that is to be,' she paused to order her thought into a somewhat coherent manner.
'Let me explain more fully. Many different realms and dimensions exist. In some, you were the one that died, in other you were never born, and in others still, magic doesn't exist. In many, the Destiny's and fates of the peoples and worlds are set, but in some, fate is very fluid for a select few. In this realm, you are one of the one's with a fluid fate, but yours is not a very fluid fate.
In an other realm, there will be a war in about ten years, their time. If you accept the task, you will be de-aged to the age of five, and will forget all about this life until about a month before I appear to bring you back. You will still have the memories, but they will be subconscious and will only remember this life as a dream. When I bring you back, I will bring along several of your friends who will have the ability to perform magic. I will also heal you enough when you come back so that you don't die. However, you won't come back to this place. Your friends will just think that you ran away from here. This is your choice, do you chose to fight in another war and to risk your life for ungrateful people to bring about peace, or do you chose to die in this rat-infested house.'
Harry was silent for a long time. He didn't want to live anymore because that brought about pain, but he didn't want to die knowing that he had to still redeem himself for Cedric's murder.
After what seemed a lifetime, he answered, 'I chose to live. I will go and fight in this war of yours.'
The creature nodded to herself, this was just what she had expected. She than quickly cast a powerful spell that caused the child to de-age in front of her. She looked at the young child who appeared to be about five years old. He had jet-black hair, emerald green eyes, and that altogether familiar scar. She laughed as the glasses dangled off his face. Harry looked in shock at the creature in front of him, finally seeing whom he had been talking to the whole time. 'No need to fear child, I will not hurt you,' she sent to the child, glad that the tenseness was easing out of his body.
"Now Harry, I have to change your appearance somewhat, and than I'll tell you the name you'll be going by," as she finally spoke aloud for the first time that night. She tried to not let the worry creep into her voice. It would be many more times difficult for what she was doing, as she wasn't just casting a glamour spell. The spell she was casting altered the person's very DNA to bring about a change in appearance that was harder to find a counter to than the killing curse.
The changes were gradual, and the first thing to change was the color of the hair. She couldn't bear to change how wild the hair was. His hair changed to a brownish color, quickly followed by the scar on his forehead disappearing. Than the unusual color of his eyes changed to another unusual color, this time a Prussian blue as the eye color changed, so did the shape of the eyes. In the end, he ended up with a slightly oriental look.
The creature stared at the darling child in front before speaking. "As I said before, you will only have vague memories of this life in this realm, which will be remembered as dreams. Oh, before I forget, you will be known as Heero Yuy."
Harry just looked at the creature, his expression unchanging. He watched as the creature created a portal, and than cast two charms on him. One was the memory charm, but he didn't know what the other was. He turned and almost seemed to fall through the portal.
~~~~~~Wherever~~~~~
The small boy wandered around the unfamiliar city with a dazed expression on his face. He looked up as he heard a voice shout, "You boy, who are you." The voice belonged to an unknown man who had an air of kindness about him. "Do you have a place to go?" the man questioned, and his expression softened somewhat as the lost waif shook his head no.
The man seemed to be debating with himself. "Here, let me introduce myself. My name is Odin Lowe, and you can stay with me until we find you a place to stay."
The little boy still didn't speak, but seemed instead to be studying the man in front of him. The little boy solemnly reached out and took the man's hand, and smiled a small sad smile.
A/n: this has to be one of the longest chapters I have ever typed up, proud of me?