AN Okay, I'm sorry that this chapter took so damn long to get out. I didn't mean for that to happen. It's just (and here is my pathetic excuse) there seemed to be less enthusiasm then usual for the last chapter, and that lowered my enthusiasm to write *this* chapter... until I finally kicked myself and started to write. (I also decided that I wanted to finally FINISH this thing. Two more chapters to go, I think. And then it's done.) But I'll stop talking and let you read.
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Chapter 13
It took two weeks of searching but the six boys managed to get the five wands that they desired. They celebrated their Christmas in a very expensive hotel somewhere in Greece, just after finding Trowa's wand. When they were finally ready to return to Hogwarts, Duo conjured a pawn shaped chess piece identical to the one Dumbledore had given them, complete with the tracking spell, and Draco turned it into a port-key.
They arrived in the Hogwarts Entrance hall at a very late hour, having misjudged the time difference. However, none of them were even slightly tired, having had several cups of various beverages containing a lot of caffeine. To tell the truth, the only thing that subdued them was the sight of Dumbledore standing at the top of the main stairs, obviously waiting for them.
"You five," he said, indicating to the Gundam Pilots. "Follow me." The old but in no way elderly man said in a soft but commanding voice. "Draco, you go to your dormitory."
They did as they were told.
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"Now," Dumbledore said with his most stern expression. "I'm going to ask you some questions that should be in your files... but because we are unable to find them, we cannot confirm anything. You can either answer my questions truthfully or we will give you our strongest truth serum, which will not leave any chance for evasive answers." He gave Duo a pointed look.
The five nodded somewhat apprehensively.
"I am assuming that you are all the same age," the headmaster said, sitting down at his desk and picking up a quill. "But... still, if each of you would answer me just one question... Mr. Maxwell, what year were you born?"
"We're seventeen," Duo said calmly. "Do the math."
"But that isn't the answer to my question." Dumbledore said with the faintest flicker of amusement hidden in his eyes. "The year you were born, please."
"Are you stupid old man?" Duo snapped, "or can you not subtract seventeen years from this one?"
"Mr. Maxwell, please answer my question." Dumbledore said, resisting the urge to rise to Duo's bait.
"Seventeen years ago would be 1980," Duo said with a growl. "So there you go."
"Mr. Maxwell..." Dumbledore said with a warning note in his voice. "The year you were born. I don't care what the year was seventeen years ago."
Duo shot a well masked but still panicked look at his friends. "~What should I say?~" He projected to them, using the mental communicator.
"~The truth.~" Heero projected back to him, much to the surprise of the others. "~They think we're spies for Voldemort, so it's better to make sure they know that we're not."
Duo gave an almost imperceptible nod to his koi. "Alright old man," he said in a tight voice. "I was born in the year AC 178."
Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up. But he knew for a fact that if anything, Duo prided himself on being honest, even if he was deceiving. But with such a straight answer... "AC?" He asked finally, "what does that stand for?"
Duo winced. "After Colony, year 178."
Dumbledore frowned, the phrase being unfamiliar to him. "You may leave. Please do not dawdle, I'm sure you're very tired from your trip," he said. Duo blinked but left all the same. Dumbledore than turned to Quatre. "Mr. Winner, please state the location of your birth."
Quatre winced as well. "I was born in Colony L4, in the Winner Estate." After he answered he was excused to leave, but told not to stick around waiting for the others.
The other three closed their eyes. Their secrets were coming out into the open. This was not a good thing. Soon, their lives would be just like they were back home. Open to the public. They would be ridiculed and insulted and scorned. They were only there to help Harry and Heero, it shouldn't be that difficult to stay under wraps. Especially not for them. They had spent years perfecting the art of infiltration, years honing the practice of stealth and even longer mastering strengths to defeat anything thrown at them. Getting an old man off subject should be as easy as traveling from Earth to L1 during the time of peace.
"Mr. Barton... please tell me what you were doing at age eight."
"Mercenary work." Trowa said mildly, though his two remaining friends could detect a trace of pain in his tightened expression. He left silently.
"Mr. Chang," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "What were you doing when you met your friends and why?"
"Scolding them." Wufei said with a smirk. Which was true, much to Heero's, the only of the pilots besides Wufei that remained, displeasure. "Because they had been ticked by a bunch of morons." He bowed mockingly to Dumbledore and exited the office.
Dumbledore took a moment to digest this information. His eyes were closed in thought before he turned to Heero, nearly five minutes later. His words, however, shocked the remaining pilot. "Mr. Potter," he said softly. "How did you meet those boys?"
Heero blinked and allowed a bewildered expression to fall into place across his features. His blue eyes did not reveal even a trace of his shock - they hadn't even widened at the question. "Sir?" He asked mildly. "My name is Heero Yuy. I don't know what you're insinuating but I really don't appreciate it. Could you just ask me my question, I'm very tired."
Dumbledore sighed, this was obviously going to take a lot longer then he expected. He cast his mind around desperately, searching for a new question. "Who were you named for," he asked finally. "And why?" All Japanese people were named for somebody in their families, weren't they?
The boy in front of him winced. "The man named Heero Yuy, was a man who tried to gain peace through the way of total Pacifism. I was given his name as a contradiction - I was supposed to make a mockery of all he preached." He bowed shortly, to show that was all he had to say and turned to leave the room. Just as he was shutting the door behind him, he heard Peeves burst into the room, no doubt on Duo's request.
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"So, it's most likely that Draco's spell went wrong - and Ron told Dumbledore everything he dreamt." Quatre concluded, chewing thoughtfully on his thumbnail.
"This leaves us with a big problem." Trowa said, reaching over and pulling Quatre's nail from his mouth. The blond offered him a weak smile. "We either have to clear who we are up by telling them the truth, or find a way to make them all forget we even exist."
"And we have to be here and ready when Voldemort attacks in a few days." Heero said stiffly.
"*And* Harry's body is almost ready to be absorbed," Wufei put in. "If I'm any judge, sometime tomorrow or the next day we have to finish the spell."
"Which means Heero will need some time to recover - and that will cut pretty close to our New Years deadline." Duo spoke up from his place staring out the window.
"I say we seal ourselves up in here until New Years," Trowa said finally. "We put Heero in the training room to recover because that will be the fastest way without taking too much time. It will also give us the option to prepare ourselves mentally for the battle."
Quatre sighed. "I'll go down to the kitchens to get some food."
"I'll go get Draco." Wufei offered. It was the wisest for him to go, he was the fastest of them all. "I've been thinking," he added suddenly, making no move to stand up. "When we go back to our time... are we going to take Draco with us? Training him in computers and stuff would be pointless otherwise and it'd be nice to have another ally."
The other four boys contemplated this in thoughtful silence. They had all thought about the possibility of bringing Draco back with them, but had never actually thought about what doing that might involve. They didn't even know it *they* could go back.
"You know Wufei," Duo, the first to speak, said thoughtfully, turning around to look at his friend. "You and Draco have gotten pretty close over the last few weeks. Anything you want to tell us?"
Wufei's face reddened completely, which would have been a difficult task in itself because of his dark skin color. "HENTAI!" The Chinese boy shouted furiously, "WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!"
"..."
Wufei looked around at the four boys carefully not making eye contact with him. All of them were furiously trying to repress their snickers. The Chinese boy growled and pulled his gun out in one hand and his wand out in the other. "Say another word and die." He said darkly, "we're JUST FRIENDS!"
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"Sir, there is a bit of a problem about the exchange students." Minerva McGonagall fluttered nervously at the door of the Headmaster's office. "They seem to have barricaded themselves inside their dormitory."
Dumbledore looked up, shock written all of his face. He scrunched his features in thought before finally coming to a decision. "Bring Malfoy up here," he decided.
Minerva flinched, it seemed she had been hoping that Dumbledore wouldn't say that. "Mr. Malfoy is in their dormitory as well. Professors Flitwick and Snape - and I have been trying to reverse whatever spell they have placed on their dormitory barrier, but we're not making any progress. And the boys refuse to come out."
Dumbledore's frown turned into a scowl. He got to his feet and swept out of his office, McGonagall skittering after him. They arrived outside the dorm a few minutes later to see Snape and Flitwick arguing heatedly. Both were gesturing angrily to the suit of armor that was standing guard - and the new picture that had been placed just to the side. Strangely enough, the picture depicted the five "exchange students" and Draco - all wearing expressive looking kimonos and standing outside a very old looking temple. It would be a true work of art if Quatre weren't trying to pull Duo's hair, and if Wufei weren't staring at Draco out of the corner of his eye. Trowa and Heero were staring calmly at the professors outside their frame, even smirking slightly.
Flitwick suddenly spotted the Headmaster. "Professor!" The small wizard squeaked in surprise. "Thank Merlin! Perhaps you can remove this hex!"
Dumbledore nodded and lifted his wand. Just as he began to say the most common Reversal Hex, the portrait on the wall began singing. To be more precise, *Duo* started singing.
"We won't come out, out, out
Until it's time, time, time.
Don't waste you're breath, breath, breathe
And I won't waste mine, mine, mine..."
The song faded as Dumbledore lowered his wand in complete amazement. They must have placed sensory spells in the corridor. And when the spells were tipped off, the wards strengthened.
"Ingenious." Dumbledore said softly, raising his wand for a second try. This time, Duo didn't begin singing, but Heero stepped forward, his eyes narrowed into the Death-Glare that scared even Snape.
"OMEA O KOROSU!"
"We're not quite sure what that one means," Flitwick quipped from his place against the wall. "But that boy sure is intimidating!"
Intimidating wasn't quite the right word. Or, it *was,* but it wasn't nearly powerful enough. There had been a very strong sense of foreboding nearly oozing from his being. The boy's posture, expression, everything about Heero Yuy had spoken about a boy who had seen too much, and wasn't afraid of seeing more or dishing it out.
Dumbledore nearly growled, lifting his wand again. This time, however, Quatre took a step forward. The small bond didn't say anything, but a feeling of complete and utter shame washed over the teachers in the hallway. it was so strong that it completely distracted them from attempting to destroy the barrier.
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Hermione rushed into the Gryffindor common room, excitement dripping form every pore of her being like sweat. She stopped for a moment, scanning the faces in the room before her eyes lit on her red-headed friend and hurrying over to his side. "Ron!" She cried happily. "You'll never believe what I just saw!"
Ron blinked, turning away form his chess game - in which he was seriously beating Seamus Finnegan. "Huh?" He asked intelligently.
"The professors are trying to expel the Exchange Students!" Hermione told him excitedly. "But they won't leave their dormitory! McGonagall told me that the boys had placed "the strangest and most powerful wards" on the entrance and the windows. I heard they even removed all the paintings on the wall so that nobody knows what's going on in there! McGonagall also said that if anybody could crack the wards then she was personally award them with two hundred house points and an award for special services to the school!" The Muggle-born girl's eyes gleamed. "I need to do some research!"
Ron blinked, turning back to Seamus. "Did you catch any of that?" He asked.
Seamus shook his head. "Something about the five spies from Japan." He said.
Ron's eyes darkened. "Oh."
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"So, do you think Harry's body has merged with Heero's yet?" Duo asked Draco nervously, staring at the door to the training room. "They've been in there for a good two hours. That's nearly a whole day in there."
Draco shook his head. "I have no clue," he told his long haired friend. "The book said that the spell could take anywhere from a few minutes to a few days. It all depends on their bond."
Duo sighed, slumping against the wall of the hallway they were standing in. The blond wizard quickly followed his lead, having been tired of standing on his feet. They remained silent for a few minutes.
"What do you think of Wufei?" Deathscythe's pilot asked suddenly, a playful gleam alighting in his purple eyes.
Draco blinked, gray eyes moving to regard his friend, wondering what the boy was up to. "He's a good friend."
With an eye-roll, Duo elaborated. "I mean, what do you think of him as more then a friend? Do you think he's cute? Would you be willing to date him?"
"I thought you were in love with Heero!"
"Oh I am, I'm talking about you here. You and Wufei."
Draco's cheeks flamed. "He is attractive." He finally admitted. "And he's been kind enough to share his room with me when I stay here at night."
"He wants you to come back to our time with us."
Already red cheeks deepened in color. "He does?"
A nod.
Silence.
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"=It... hurts.="
"...Itai."
In the training room, a single body lay in the air, surrounded by a swirling mist of colors and magic. The body's features kept changing, shifting into something different. Messy hair was the only constant - besides body size and build. But skin color, and hair color, and structural features in the face shifted at an alarming rate. Black hair, dark brown hair. Blue eyes, green eyes. Japanese features, English features. Always changing as the two souls, two personalities inside the body fought for a balance.
"=Hero, I'm sorry that I let you go. I should have fought uncle Vernon harder. It was my fault that you were sent away.="
"Harry- gomen nansi. I didn't want to go back. It was easier being Heero Yuy then Hero. I took the fool's way, the coward's way."
"=I always wanted to be in your place. I never wanted to stay with the Dursley's.=" Harry chuckled weakly, his body convulsing in the air slightly. "=I guess we were both baka's, ne?="
"Hai. I'll forgive you if you forgive me."
"=We're the same person. I'll always forgive myself.="
With those words, though they were only being echoed through the conscious mind, the body in the air stiffened. Bright light filled every corner of the training room. Every object touched by the light exploded in thousands of pieces, the door was nearly blasted off of its hinges.
Harry Potter's once dead body was now completely absorbed into Heero's Yuy's body. Their souls, though separate, found a perfect balance. The one body, currently with all of Heero's features slowly lowered itself to the ground. All the magic in the room slowly reentered the boy on the ground until he was even stronger then before. All the power that Harry had used to expel Heero from his body twelve years before, returned bringing him to double strength. He was now powerful enough to defeat Voldemort and his entire army.
He just had to recover first. Sleep sounded good.
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"So, there is absolutely no possible way to get into these dorms?" Draco asked his friends. The five boys were sitting in the Common Room, watching as the Headmaster, Deputy Headmistress, Potions Master, Charms Expert, Seer Extraordinaire and local Weasley and Granger attempted to break the charm to get into the dorms. They had been at it for nearly two days now. The boys were hoping that they would leave before Voldemort struck the later that very night.
"I don't know why they're so stupid about this." Duo snickered. We tell them exactly what to do to unlock the charm. Well, sort of. If they could read the Katakana on our kimonos."
Their kimonos, ironically read: "If you go away, the door will unlock." In all truth, only a Muggle could open the door, for the charm reacted with the magic of the people around them. Argus Filch, for example could open the door - but only if he were alone. That's when the difficult part came in. After the first charm was anther, which took magical strength to open. And the first charm would lock again if anybody with magic in their blood came close to the door. It was truly ingenious.
Just then the passageway in the fireplace slid open and Heero - perfectly composed - stepped out. "I'm ready to kick some ass." He said in a clear voice. "Duo, could you create us some new weapons? I'm afraid I destroyed everything in the training room while merging with Harry."
"Hee-chan!" Duo cried, springing to his feet. He dashed to Wing Zero's pilot and embraced him so tightly the boy couldn't breathe. And then Duo added to the lack of air problem by kissing the boy deeply.
"Duo," Heero gasped when he was released. Panting deeply to get oxygen into his lungs, but pleased with his welcome all the same. "Could you make us weapons enough for tonight?"
Duo nodded, still latched around his koibito's waist.
"They've left." Quatre said suddenly. "They went to get ready for the party."
Wufei stood up. "I suggest we get ready as well. We should pack all our things for a quick get away. Draco, could you reduce them all in size for us?"
The blond nodded, carefully avoiding eye contact with the Chinese boy.
Duo snickered.
But there was no time to laugh fully at Wufei and Draco's blossoming relationship. They had a battle to get ready for. Every little thing that they could do to help defeat Voldemort and his minions needed to be done as fast as possible.
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Hermione surveyed the festive atmosphere of the Great Hall with a proud smile. Considering they had only begun to decorate it late that afternoon, it looked pretty good. The New Years party was well under way, and luckily for them the Japanese spies had remained locked up in their dormitory. Nothing could break them out. Professor Dumbledore had even sent Ron to check the dorm windows, but they had been protected by a barrier spell stronger then that on the doors.
But the festive atmosphere of the party had a slightly foreboding tint to it. As though a great wave was about to crash upon the Hogwarts grounds and sweep everything away. The Muggle Born girl felt once again for her wand, hidden securely in her cloak pocket.
Next to her, Ron fidgeted slightly, obviously picking up on the same dismal feeling.
Something was coming. Then, with only an hour and a half to go until the new year, something did happen.
Voldemort attacked.
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Chapter 13
It took two weeks of searching but the six boys managed to get the five wands that they desired. They celebrated their Christmas in a very expensive hotel somewhere in Greece, just after finding Trowa's wand. When they were finally ready to return to Hogwarts, Duo conjured a pawn shaped chess piece identical to the one Dumbledore had given them, complete with the tracking spell, and Draco turned it into a port-key.
They arrived in the Hogwarts Entrance hall at a very late hour, having misjudged the time difference. However, none of them were even slightly tired, having had several cups of various beverages containing a lot of caffeine. To tell the truth, the only thing that subdued them was the sight of Dumbledore standing at the top of the main stairs, obviously waiting for them.
"You five," he said, indicating to the Gundam Pilots. "Follow me." The old but in no way elderly man said in a soft but commanding voice. "Draco, you go to your dormitory."
They did as they were told.
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"Now," Dumbledore said with his most stern expression. "I'm going to ask you some questions that should be in your files... but because we are unable to find them, we cannot confirm anything. You can either answer my questions truthfully or we will give you our strongest truth serum, which will not leave any chance for evasive answers." He gave Duo a pointed look.
The five nodded somewhat apprehensively.
"I am assuming that you are all the same age," the headmaster said, sitting down at his desk and picking up a quill. "But... still, if each of you would answer me just one question... Mr. Maxwell, what year were you born?"
"We're seventeen," Duo said calmly. "Do the math."
"But that isn't the answer to my question." Dumbledore said with the faintest flicker of amusement hidden in his eyes. "The year you were born, please."
"Are you stupid old man?" Duo snapped, "or can you not subtract seventeen years from this one?"
"Mr. Maxwell, please answer my question." Dumbledore said, resisting the urge to rise to Duo's bait.
"Seventeen years ago would be 1980," Duo said with a growl. "So there you go."
"Mr. Maxwell..." Dumbledore said with a warning note in his voice. "The year you were born. I don't care what the year was seventeen years ago."
Duo shot a well masked but still panicked look at his friends. "~What should I say?~" He projected to them, using the mental communicator.
"~The truth.~" Heero projected back to him, much to the surprise of the others. "~They think we're spies for Voldemort, so it's better to make sure they know that we're not."
Duo gave an almost imperceptible nod to his koi. "Alright old man," he said in a tight voice. "I was born in the year AC 178."
Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up. But he knew for a fact that if anything, Duo prided himself on being honest, even if he was deceiving. But with such a straight answer... "AC?" He asked finally, "what does that stand for?"
Duo winced. "After Colony, year 178."
Dumbledore frowned, the phrase being unfamiliar to him. "You may leave. Please do not dawdle, I'm sure you're very tired from your trip," he said. Duo blinked but left all the same. Dumbledore than turned to Quatre. "Mr. Winner, please state the location of your birth."
Quatre winced as well. "I was born in Colony L4, in the Winner Estate." After he answered he was excused to leave, but told not to stick around waiting for the others.
The other three closed their eyes. Their secrets were coming out into the open. This was not a good thing. Soon, their lives would be just like they were back home. Open to the public. They would be ridiculed and insulted and scorned. They were only there to help Harry and Heero, it shouldn't be that difficult to stay under wraps. Especially not for them. They had spent years perfecting the art of infiltration, years honing the practice of stealth and even longer mastering strengths to defeat anything thrown at them. Getting an old man off subject should be as easy as traveling from Earth to L1 during the time of peace.
"Mr. Barton... please tell me what you were doing at age eight."
"Mercenary work." Trowa said mildly, though his two remaining friends could detect a trace of pain in his tightened expression. He left silently.
"Mr. Chang," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "What were you doing when you met your friends and why?"
"Scolding them." Wufei said with a smirk. Which was true, much to Heero's, the only of the pilots besides Wufei that remained, displeasure. "Because they had been ticked by a bunch of morons." He bowed mockingly to Dumbledore and exited the office.
Dumbledore took a moment to digest this information. His eyes were closed in thought before he turned to Heero, nearly five minutes later. His words, however, shocked the remaining pilot. "Mr. Potter," he said softly. "How did you meet those boys?"
Heero blinked and allowed a bewildered expression to fall into place across his features. His blue eyes did not reveal even a trace of his shock - they hadn't even widened at the question. "Sir?" He asked mildly. "My name is Heero Yuy. I don't know what you're insinuating but I really don't appreciate it. Could you just ask me my question, I'm very tired."
Dumbledore sighed, this was obviously going to take a lot longer then he expected. He cast his mind around desperately, searching for a new question. "Who were you named for," he asked finally. "And why?" All Japanese people were named for somebody in their families, weren't they?
The boy in front of him winced. "The man named Heero Yuy, was a man who tried to gain peace through the way of total Pacifism. I was given his name as a contradiction - I was supposed to make a mockery of all he preached." He bowed shortly, to show that was all he had to say and turned to leave the room. Just as he was shutting the door behind him, he heard Peeves burst into the room, no doubt on Duo's request.
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"So, it's most likely that Draco's spell went wrong - and Ron told Dumbledore everything he dreamt." Quatre concluded, chewing thoughtfully on his thumbnail.
"This leaves us with a big problem." Trowa said, reaching over and pulling Quatre's nail from his mouth. The blond offered him a weak smile. "We either have to clear who we are up by telling them the truth, or find a way to make them all forget we even exist."
"And we have to be here and ready when Voldemort attacks in a few days." Heero said stiffly.
"*And* Harry's body is almost ready to be absorbed," Wufei put in. "If I'm any judge, sometime tomorrow or the next day we have to finish the spell."
"Which means Heero will need some time to recover - and that will cut pretty close to our New Years deadline." Duo spoke up from his place staring out the window.
"I say we seal ourselves up in here until New Years," Trowa said finally. "We put Heero in the training room to recover because that will be the fastest way without taking too much time. It will also give us the option to prepare ourselves mentally for the battle."
Quatre sighed. "I'll go down to the kitchens to get some food."
"I'll go get Draco." Wufei offered. It was the wisest for him to go, he was the fastest of them all. "I've been thinking," he added suddenly, making no move to stand up. "When we go back to our time... are we going to take Draco with us? Training him in computers and stuff would be pointless otherwise and it'd be nice to have another ally."
The other four boys contemplated this in thoughtful silence. They had all thought about the possibility of bringing Draco back with them, but had never actually thought about what doing that might involve. They didn't even know it *they* could go back.
"You know Wufei," Duo, the first to speak, said thoughtfully, turning around to look at his friend. "You and Draco have gotten pretty close over the last few weeks. Anything you want to tell us?"
Wufei's face reddened completely, which would have been a difficult task in itself because of his dark skin color. "HENTAI!" The Chinese boy shouted furiously, "WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!"
"..."
Wufei looked around at the four boys carefully not making eye contact with him. All of them were furiously trying to repress their snickers. The Chinese boy growled and pulled his gun out in one hand and his wand out in the other. "Say another word and die." He said darkly, "we're JUST FRIENDS!"
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"Sir, there is a bit of a problem about the exchange students." Minerva McGonagall fluttered nervously at the door of the Headmaster's office. "They seem to have barricaded themselves inside their dormitory."
Dumbledore looked up, shock written all of his face. He scrunched his features in thought before finally coming to a decision. "Bring Malfoy up here," he decided.
Minerva flinched, it seemed she had been hoping that Dumbledore wouldn't say that. "Mr. Malfoy is in their dormitory as well. Professors Flitwick and Snape - and I have been trying to reverse whatever spell they have placed on their dormitory barrier, but we're not making any progress. And the boys refuse to come out."
Dumbledore's frown turned into a scowl. He got to his feet and swept out of his office, McGonagall skittering after him. They arrived outside the dorm a few minutes later to see Snape and Flitwick arguing heatedly. Both were gesturing angrily to the suit of armor that was standing guard - and the new picture that had been placed just to the side. Strangely enough, the picture depicted the five "exchange students" and Draco - all wearing expressive looking kimonos and standing outside a very old looking temple. It would be a true work of art if Quatre weren't trying to pull Duo's hair, and if Wufei weren't staring at Draco out of the corner of his eye. Trowa and Heero were staring calmly at the professors outside their frame, even smirking slightly.
Flitwick suddenly spotted the Headmaster. "Professor!" The small wizard squeaked in surprise. "Thank Merlin! Perhaps you can remove this hex!"
Dumbledore nodded and lifted his wand. Just as he began to say the most common Reversal Hex, the portrait on the wall began singing. To be more precise, *Duo* started singing.
"We won't come out, out, out
Until it's time, time, time.
Don't waste you're breath, breath, breathe
And I won't waste mine, mine, mine..."
The song faded as Dumbledore lowered his wand in complete amazement. They must have placed sensory spells in the corridor. And when the spells were tipped off, the wards strengthened.
"Ingenious." Dumbledore said softly, raising his wand for a second try. This time, Duo didn't begin singing, but Heero stepped forward, his eyes narrowed into the Death-Glare that scared even Snape.
"OMEA O KOROSU!"
"We're not quite sure what that one means," Flitwick quipped from his place against the wall. "But that boy sure is intimidating!"
Intimidating wasn't quite the right word. Or, it *was,* but it wasn't nearly powerful enough. There had been a very strong sense of foreboding nearly oozing from his being. The boy's posture, expression, everything about Heero Yuy had spoken about a boy who had seen too much, and wasn't afraid of seeing more or dishing it out.
Dumbledore nearly growled, lifting his wand again. This time, however, Quatre took a step forward. The small bond didn't say anything, but a feeling of complete and utter shame washed over the teachers in the hallway. it was so strong that it completely distracted them from attempting to destroy the barrier.
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Hermione rushed into the Gryffindor common room, excitement dripping form every pore of her being like sweat. She stopped for a moment, scanning the faces in the room before her eyes lit on her red-headed friend and hurrying over to his side. "Ron!" She cried happily. "You'll never believe what I just saw!"
Ron blinked, turning away form his chess game - in which he was seriously beating Seamus Finnegan. "Huh?" He asked intelligently.
"The professors are trying to expel the Exchange Students!" Hermione told him excitedly. "But they won't leave their dormitory! McGonagall told me that the boys had placed "the strangest and most powerful wards" on the entrance and the windows. I heard they even removed all the paintings on the wall so that nobody knows what's going on in there! McGonagall also said that if anybody could crack the wards then she was personally award them with two hundred house points and an award for special services to the school!" The Muggle-born girl's eyes gleamed. "I need to do some research!"
Ron blinked, turning back to Seamus. "Did you catch any of that?" He asked.
Seamus shook his head. "Something about the five spies from Japan." He said.
Ron's eyes darkened. "Oh."
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"So, do you think Harry's body has merged with Heero's yet?" Duo asked Draco nervously, staring at the door to the training room. "They've been in there for a good two hours. That's nearly a whole day in there."
Draco shook his head. "I have no clue," he told his long haired friend. "The book said that the spell could take anywhere from a few minutes to a few days. It all depends on their bond."
Duo sighed, slumping against the wall of the hallway they were standing in. The blond wizard quickly followed his lead, having been tired of standing on his feet. They remained silent for a few minutes.
"What do you think of Wufei?" Deathscythe's pilot asked suddenly, a playful gleam alighting in his purple eyes.
Draco blinked, gray eyes moving to regard his friend, wondering what the boy was up to. "He's a good friend."
With an eye-roll, Duo elaborated. "I mean, what do you think of him as more then a friend? Do you think he's cute? Would you be willing to date him?"
"I thought you were in love with Heero!"
"Oh I am, I'm talking about you here. You and Wufei."
Draco's cheeks flamed. "He is attractive." He finally admitted. "And he's been kind enough to share his room with me when I stay here at night."
"He wants you to come back to our time with us."
Already red cheeks deepened in color. "He does?"
A nod.
Silence.
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"=It... hurts.="
"...Itai."
In the training room, a single body lay in the air, surrounded by a swirling mist of colors and magic. The body's features kept changing, shifting into something different. Messy hair was the only constant - besides body size and build. But skin color, and hair color, and structural features in the face shifted at an alarming rate. Black hair, dark brown hair. Blue eyes, green eyes. Japanese features, English features. Always changing as the two souls, two personalities inside the body fought for a balance.
"=Hero, I'm sorry that I let you go. I should have fought uncle Vernon harder. It was my fault that you were sent away.="
"Harry- gomen nansi. I didn't want to go back. It was easier being Heero Yuy then Hero. I took the fool's way, the coward's way."
"=I always wanted to be in your place. I never wanted to stay with the Dursley's.=" Harry chuckled weakly, his body convulsing in the air slightly. "=I guess we were both baka's, ne?="
"Hai. I'll forgive you if you forgive me."
"=We're the same person. I'll always forgive myself.="
With those words, though they were only being echoed through the conscious mind, the body in the air stiffened. Bright light filled every corner of the training room. Every object touched by the light exploded in thousands of pieces, the door was nearly blasted off of its hinges.
Harry Potter's once dead body was now completely absorbed into Heero's Yuy's body. Their souls, though separate, found a perfect balance. The one body, currently with all of Heero's features slowly lowered itself to the ground. All the magic in the room slowly reentered the boy on the ground until he was even stronger then before. All the power that Harry had used to expel Heero from his body twelve years before, returned bringing him to double strength. He was now powerful enough to defeat Voldemort and his entire army.
He just had to recover first. Sleep sounded good.
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"So, there is absolutely no possible way to get into these dorms?" Draco asked his friends. The five boys were sitting in the Common Room, watching as the Headmaster, Deputy Headmistress, Potions Master, Charms Expert, Seer Extraordinaire and local Weasley and Granger attempted to break the charm to get into the dorms. They had been at it for nearly two days now. The boys were hoping that they would leave before Voldemort struck the later that very night.
"I don't know why they're so stupid about this." Duo snickered. We tell them exactly what to do to unlock the charm. Well, sort of. If they could read the Katakana on our kimonos."
Their kimonos, ironically read: "If you go away, the door will unlock." In all truth, only a Muggle could open the door, for the charm reacted with the magic of the people around them. Argus Filch, for example could open the door - but only if he were alone. That's when the difficult part came in. After the first charm was anther, which took magical strength to open. And the first charm would lock again if anybody with magic in their blood came close to the door. It was truly ingenious.
Just then the passageway in the fireplace slid open and Heero - perfectly composed - stepped out. "I'm ready to kick some ass." He said in a clear voice. "Duo, could you create us some new weapons? I'm afraid I destroyed everything in the training room while merging with Harry."
"Hee-chan!" Duo cried, springing to his feet. He dashed to Wing Zero's pilot and embraced him so tightly the boy couldn't breathe. And then Duo added to the lack of air problem by kissing the boy deeply.
"Duo," Heero gasped when he was released. Panting deeply to get oxygen into his lungs, but pleased with his welcome all the same. "Could you make us weapons enough for tonight?"
Duo nodded, still latched around his koibito's waist.
"They've left." Quatre said suddenly. "They went to get ready for the party."
Wufei stood up. "I suggest we get ready as well. We should pack all our things for a quick get away. Draco, could you reduce them all in size for us?"
The blond nodded, carefully avoiding eye contact with the Chinese boy.
Duo snickered.
But there was no time to laugh fully at Wufei and Draco's blossoming relationship. They had a battle to get ready for. Every little thing that they could do to help defeat Voldemort and his minions needed to be done as fast as possible.
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Hermione surveyed the festive atmosphere of the Great Hall with a proud smile. Considering they had only begun to decorate it late that afternoon, it looked pretty good. The New Years party was well under way, and luckily for them the Japanese spies had remained locked up in their dormitory. Nothing could break them out. Professor Dumbledore had even sent Ron to check the dorm windows, but they had been protected by a barrier spell stronger then that on the doors.
But the festive atmosphere of the party had a slightly foreboding tint to it. As though a great wave was about to crash upon the Hogwarts grounds and sweep everything away. The Muggle Born girl felt once again for her wand, hidden securely in her cloak pocket.
Next to her, Ron fidgeted slightly, obviously picking up on the same dismal feeling.
Something was coming. Then, with only an hour and a half to go until the new year, something did happen.
Voldemort attacked.
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