A/n: Harry/Heero refers to his mother as mummy because little kids are
taught that that person is Mom, and that is Dad, it's a name, and they
don't really learn about the relationship until they are older.
This starts out at Heero/Harry being seven and than jumps to him being 15. From now on, there will be flashbacks to the way Heero was raised along with Harry's memories as dreams until he goes back to his original dimension.
This is late because I was swamped with work for school and than I was on an angst streak and I just wrote different suicide!fics.
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Warnings: Child abuse and slash seem to run rampant through this fic. You are warned.
Disclaimer: Pixie tells me on a daily basis that I don't own HP or GW, which makes me cry...
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
*Italics until I can get on a computer that has an HTML converter certain siblings of mine deleted off the computer.
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Heero bolted up suddenly from his bed. He had had *that* dream again. The one that replayed nightly, ever since he could remember. He was a small child, not quite a toddler. There were loud sounds, like explosions and voices shouting, outside his room he was in with mummy.
A man's voice was yelling for Lily to run and than another voice was yelling Advada Kedavra. There was a thud of a body hitting the ground, and than the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs. They thudded on the landing and started to come down the hallway.
He knew something was wrong, even though he was just little more than an infant. Normally mummy and daddy tucked him into bed after singing him songs after he had played with Paddy, but not that night. Instead, something bad was happening.
The door to the room slowly opened and the same voice that had already said Advada Kedavra said, "stand aside woman."
But mummy had started begging, "Not Harry, Please, Not Harry."
The man replied, "Out of my way. I'm not here for you, I'm here for the boy."
But mummy wouldn't move, and almost with regret, the man raised his wand and said, "Advada Kedavra." At those words green light flew out the wand and entered mummy. His mother dropped to the ground, twitched and than didn't move.
Then the man was standing in front of him. His mummy was on the floor, seemingly sleeping. The man said the now familiar words, and the green light moved quickly towards him. It hurt when the light touched him; it was a severe pain that made him scream. Suddenly, the pain stopped and the light rebounded back towards the man. The man's body disappeared after the light touched him, and he knew that he was all alone.
Even though it was just a dream, Heero started to cry. Only one of his body- wrenching sobs was loud enough to be heard by the technology-advanced audio receivers outside his room, but that was enough for a signal to be sent to Dr. J.
Suddenly, his door was flung open and Dr. J entered his room. Dr. J stared at the boy for several minutes before starting to berate him.
"Boy, I have told you before, emotions will get you killed." Then, in a cold voice, "Get up, if you have enough energy to be crying, you have enough energy to start your training early today."
Heero nodded, being careful not to show his apprehension. Dr. J made Odin look like a kind, gentle person. Odin had never starved him in his training. He had never punished him for any mistakes he made during the training sessions, and Odin had never forced him to stay awake for days on end.
He had tried running away to be safe, but it hadn't worked. He had been dragged back, literally kicking and screaming, by the guards. After Dr. J had checked to make sure his 'Perfect Soldier' hadn't been damaged, he had punished him. Heero hadn't been allowed to go to sleep for over four days before he was deemed punished enough.
Today he was supposed to go inside a Gundam simulator for the first time. Dr. J wanted to see how well the training was working and to what extent he would have to modify his training.
Dr. J left and Heero promptly dressed himself in a green T-shirt and black pants. For some reason, green appealed to him, and when Dr. J let him chose his outfits, he always picked a green T-shirt. He walked out the room fully clothed and went towards one of the training rooms.
When he arrived, he was quickly ushered into the room by one of Dr. J's assistants. The simulator took up the majority of the room, and seemed to be glaring oppressively at the young child.
Heero walked over to the simulator and sat down where Dr. J gestured for him to sit. Dr. J quickly strapped several different devices for monitoring heart rate and pulse and some other things before stepping out of the simulator. As soon as he stepped out, the simulator started. Heero had problems with the speed of the enemies that popped up and was nearly terminated several times by the simulator. Heero made it through several levels before being killed. He looked over as the door to the simulator was opened to Dr. J whom beckoned for the boy to follow him. He did so, after taking off the monitoring devices, and he walked towards Dr. J's office, feeling as if he had failed.
When they entered Dr. J's office, and were sitting down, Dr. J spoke, "You passed the test. Your training will be escalated. Remember, if you fail, you will be terminated."
Heero gulped, nodded his head, and asked for permission to leave. He didn't want this. He hated this. He hated going against what Odin had told him, but he had too. He couldn't fail. He hadn't been the only child picked up off the streets. He had been the last one out of four in total. They had all been trained together, but one by one they had been 'terminated' when they couldn't withstand the next level of the training. When the first one was terminated the other two and he had been brought by the guards and forced to watch the casual murder. As each one was murdered the others had to watch until it was just Heero. Before their murders the guards, the assistants and Dr. J. mentally and physically abused them. In fact, the only one to escape the physical abuse was Heero himself. For some reason, whenever someone tried to hit or kick him they were suddenly falling to the floor several feet away from Heero or they were flying into a wall hard enough to be knocked unconscious. It was if some invisible person or thing or force had pushed them in an effort to protect Heero.
However, Heero knew that if he failed, the invisible protector wouldn't be able to save him. With that knowledge, Heero resolved to do his best and to make it until he had a chance to get away from Dr. J for good.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Eight years later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero looked at Dr. J as he was informed of his mission. He was supposed to go to earth and bring peace and freedom to and for the colonies by destroying all Romafeller forces. He kept the confusion off his face, but even after all these years of training, he still didn't understand how killing people were supposed to bring about peace.
"Do you understand your mission, Heero?" Dr. J asked.
"Yes, mission accepted," Heero replied in a dull voice.
"Good. Since you are going to be on Earth, you will need a last name. I have chosen Heero Yuy for you. I find it very ironic that the one person who had been best known for pacifistic ideals would end up sharing a name with a 'Perfect Soldier.' Heero didn't reply as he turned and walked towards his room to gather clothes and other things for his mission. He packed as many of his personal items he had gathered in secret along with a few tank tops and black shorts and his laptop. He was never going to come back here. He was finally going to be free of Dr. J.
As he entered the hanger, he was met by one of Dr. J's assistants. She was a strange woman, but polite, and the only person on the whole base who seemed to see Him as a human being and not a toy or 'The Perfect Soldier.'
"Heero, you are not to be seen by anyone. You have orders to destroy any air-craft that sees you," she said in a loud voice so that the other people in the hangers could hear. When they went back totheir duties, she continued in a low voice, "Don't do anything you know is wrong. Follow your heart and your feelings. Don't do everything Dr. J orders you to do if you feel that it is wrong."
He nodded his acknowledgement before climbing aboard his Gundam and prepared for take-off. He received permission to take off as soon as he was ready, so he left as soon as he put away his possessions.
He laughed to himself as he flew out of the hanger. He loved flying. It reminded him of some of his favorite dreams. In some of them he was on a broom, flying in a game with other kids his age, but in others he was on a flying motorcycle, being held safely by a big bear of a person. In yet others he was on a broom, again, but this time he was flying near a dragon, diving and somersaulting through the air to dodge the flames. Flying was the only reason he could stand the training he was put through. It seemed to come naturally to him, and it freed him from some of the pain in his life.
Space did the same thing too him. Space was beautiful and seemed to speak to him. It eased his pain after some of his strange dreams. It also seemed to sooth his very soul. Which was exactly what he needed. Lately, his dreams were turning very violent.
People were dying and he saw many strange things. He was sometimes in a graveyard, or he was facing a two-headed man or he was looking at a man who was also a dog. Then sometime he was a young child, no more than three or four and he was being beaten by a large fat man who would than throw him into a cupboard under the stairs where he would lie in a puddle of blood. He never understood it. Sometimes he woke up only to find that words would echo across his mind. Sometimes it was Advada Kedavra, sometimes it was Kill the Spare, and sometimes it was Destiny to die this night.
Whenever he woke up, he was very confused, as he had never met those people in his life. He had never lived in that house, and his name was not HARRY POTTER!
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MegHead88: Thank-you, but where's the sugar?
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Midnight Mystery: Here's another chapter, but you shouldn't beg...
Fanfic Reader: Thank-you for reviewing.
This starts out at Heero/Harry being seven and than jumps to him being 15. From now on, there will be flashbacks to the way Heero was raised along with Harry's memories as dreams until he goes back to his original dimension.
This is late because I was swamped with work for school and than I was on an angst streak and I just wrote different suicide!fics.
If you want to be notified of updates, please join this group... http://groups.yahoo.com/group/hp_of_all_kinds
Warnings: Child abuse and slash seem to run rampant through this fic. You are warned.
Disclaimer: Pixie tells me on a daily basis that I don't own HP or GW, which makes me cry...
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
*Italics until I can get on a computer that has an HTML converter certain siblings of mine deleted off the computer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero bolted up suddenly from his bed. He had had *that* dream again. The one that replayed nightly, ever since he could remember. He was a small child, not quite a toddler. There were loud sounds, like explosions and voices shouting, outside his room he was in with mummy.
A man's voice was yelling for Lily to run and than another voice was yelling Advada Kedavra. There was a thud of a body hitting the ground, and than the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs. They thudded on the landing and started to come down the hallway.
He knew something was wrong, even though he was just little more than an infant. Normally mummy and daddy tucked him into bed after singing him songs after he had played with Paddy, but not that night. Instead, something bad was happening.
The door to the room slowly opened and the same voice that had already said Advada Kedavra said, "stand aside woman."
But mummy had started begging, "Not Harry, Please, Not Harry."
The man replied, "Out of my way. I'm not here for you, I'm here for the boy."
But mummy wouldn't move, and almost with regret, the man raised his wand and said, "Advada Kedavra." At those words green light flew out the wand and entered mummy. His mother dropped to the ground, twitched and than didn't move.
Then the man was standing in front of him. His mummy was on the floor, seemingly sleeping. The man said the now familiar words, and the green light moved quickly towards him. It hurt when the light touched him; it was a severe pain that made him scream. Suddenly, the pain stopped and the light rebounded back towards the man. The man's body disappeared after the light touched him, and he knew that he was all alone.
Even though it was just a dream, Heero started to cry. Only one of his body- wrenching sobs was loud enough to be heard by the technology-advanced audio receivers outside his room, but that was enough for a signal to be sent to Dr. J.
Suddenly, his door was flung open and Dr. J entered his room. Dr. J stared at the boy for several minutes before starting to berate him.
"Boy, I have told you before, emotions will get you killed." Then, in a cold voice, "Get up, if you have enough energy to be crying, you have enough energy to start your training early today."
Heero nodded, being careful not to show his apprehension. Dr. J made Odin look like a kind, gentle person. Odin had never starved him in his training. He had never punished him for any mistakes he made during the training sessions, and Odin had never forced him to stay awake for days on end.
He had tried running away to be safe, but it hadn't worked. He had been dragged back, literally kicking and screaming, by the guards. After Dr. J had checked to make sure his 'Perfect Soldier' hadn't been damaged, he had punished him. Heero hadn't been allowed to go to sleep for over four days before he was deemed punished enough.
Today he was supposed to go inside a Gundam simulator for the first time. Dr. J wanted to see how well the training was working and to what extent he would have to modify his training.
Dr. J left and Heero promptly dressed himself in a green T-shirt and black pants. For some reason, green appealed to him, and when Dr. J let him chose his outfits, he always picked a green T-shirt. He walked out the room fully clothed and went towards one of the training rooms.
When he arrived, he was quickly ushered into the room by one of Dr. J's assistants. The simulator took up the majority of the room, and seemed to be glaring oppressively at the young child.
Heero walked over to the simulator and sat down where Dr. J gestured for him to sit. Dr. J quickly strapped several different devices for monitoring heart rate and pulse and some other things before stepping out of the simulator. As soon as he stepped out, the simulator started. Heero had problems with the speed of the enemies that popped up and was nearly terminated several times by the simulator. Heero made it through several levels before being killed. He looked over as the door to the simulator was opened to Dr. J whom beckoned for the boy to follow him. He did so, after taking off the monitoring devices, and he walked towards Dr. J's office, feeling as if he had failed.
When they entered Dr. J's office, and were sitting down, Dr. J spoke, "You passed the test. Your training will be escalated. Remember, if you fail, you will be terminated."
Heero gulped, nodded his head, and asked for permission to leave. He didn't want this. He hated this. He hated going against what Odin had told him, but he had too. He couldn't fail. He hadn't been the only child picked up off the streets. He had been the last one out of four in total. They had all been trained together, but one by one they had been 'terminated' when they couldn't withstand the next level of the training. When the first one was terminated the other two and he had been brought by the guards and forced to watch the casual murder. As each one was murdered the others had to watch until it was just Heero. Before their murders the guards, the assistants and Dr. J. mentally and physically abused them. In fact, the only one to escape the physical abuse was Heero himself. For some reason, whenever someone tried to hit or kick him they were suddenly falling to the floor several feet away from Heero or they were flying into a wall hard enough to be knocked unconscious. It was if some invisible person or thing or force had pushed them in an effort to protect Heero.
However, Heero knew that if he failed, the invisible protector wouldn't be able to save him. With that knowledge, Heero resolved to do his best and to make it until he had a chance to get away from Dr. J for good.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Eight years later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero looked at Dr. J as he was informed of his mission. He was supposed to go to earth and bring peace and freedom to and for the colonies by destroying all Romafeller forces. He kept the confusion off his face, but even after all these years of training, he still didn't understand how killing people were supposed to bring about peace.
"Do you understand your mission, Heero?" Dr. J asked.
"Yes, mission accepted," Heero replied in a dull voice.
"Good. Since you are going to be on Earth, you will need a last name. I have chosen Heero Yuy for you. I find it very ironic that the one person who had been best known for pacifistic ideals would end up sharing a name with a 'Perfect Soldier.' Heero didn't reply as he turned and walked towards his room to gather clothes and other things for his mission. He packed as many of his personal items he had gathered in secret along with a few tank tops and black shorts and his laptop. He was never going to come back here. He was finally going to be free of Dr. J.
As he entered the hanger, he was met by one of Dr. J's assistants. She was a strange woman, but polite, and the only person on the whole base who seemed to see Him as a human being and not a toy or 'The Perfect Soldier.'
"Heero, you are not to be seen by anyone. You have orders to destroy any air-craft that sees you," she said in a loud voice so that the other people in the hangers could hear. When they went back totheir duties, she continued in a low voice, "Don't do anything you know is wrong. Follow your heart and your feelings. Don't do everything Dr. J orders you to do if you feel that it is wrong."
He nodded his acknowledgement before climbing aboard his Gundam and prepared for take-off. He received permission to take off as soon as he was ready, so he left as soon as he put away his possessions.
He laughed to himself as he flew out of the hanger. He loved flying. It reminded him of some of his favorite dreams. In some of them he was on a broom, flying in a game with other kids his age, but in others he was on a flying motorcycle, being held safely by a big bear of a person. In yet others he was on a broom, again, but this time he was flying near a dragon, diving and somersaulting through the air to dodge the flames. Flying was the only reason he could stand the training he was put through. It seemed to come naturally to him, and it freed him from some of the pain in his life.
Space did the same thing too him. Space was beautiful and seemed to speak to him. It eased his pain after some of his strange dreams. It also seemed to sooth his very soul. Which was exactly what he needed. Lately, his dreams were turning very violent.
People were dying and he saw many strange things. He was sometimes in a graveyard, or he was facing a two-headed man or he was looking at a man who was also a dog. Then sometime he was a young child, no more than three or four and he was being beaten by a large fat man who would than throw him into a cupboard under the stairs where he would lie in a puddle of blood. He never understood it. Sometimes he woke up only to find that words would echo across his mind. Sometimes it was Advada Kedavra, sometimes it was Kill the Spare, and sometimes it was Destiny to die this night.
Whenever he woke up, he was very confused, as he had never met those people in his life. He had never lived in that house, and his name was not HARRY POTTER!
Reviewers:
MegHead88: Thank-you, but where's the sugar?
Ryoko: I'm updating, I'm updating
Yoruko: I'll go to your site soon, I promise, I'm just swamped with schoolwork.
Midnight Mystery: Here's another chapter, but you shouldn't beg...
Fanfic Reader: Thank-you for reviewing.