Future Help

by Mistress Talon

SLASH! DMHP and others! Takes place after Book Five, so spoilers! Crossover with Gundam Wing. Dumbledore realizes that certain things have to be fixed; in order to do these things, he realizes Harry will need help from more than his two best friends,

2. Chapter Two

Future Help

A HP/GW crossover

Warnings: Slash/Yaoi, cussing, violence, possible lime/lemon, first HP fic!

Pairings: eventual DM/HP, 1X2, 3X4, RW/HG, RL/??, ??/SB

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything connected with it; don't sue!

Notes: Text typed as this, in bold and italics, is Japanese. As I cannot speak it, just pretend that when you read something in bold italics, the pilots are speaking in Japanese.

Text typed as this, just in italics and with quotations around them (",") is the Sorting Hat speaking.

Text typed as this, just in bold and with quotations around them (",") is the person wearing the Sorting Hat speaking back to the Hat.

A/N: Also, this does take place after book five, but in it, Lucius Malfoy gets carted off to Azkaban. He doesn't for the sake of my story, all right? Otherwise, OotP happens exactly as Rowling wrote it.

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Chapter Two

Duo's eyes widened as he took in the sights that Diagon Alley fed his violet eyes. He simply could not believe what he was seeing! He felt Malfoy's eyes on him, and knew he was smirking at his shock. Beside him, he knew Heero was drinking in his expression; he knew his lover loved watching him and his reactions to all things, even though he too was in awe at their surroundings. Duo simply chose to show it, Heero did not.

"This place is fucking amazing."

Malfoy's smirk grew. "You'll have to tone down your reaction, Maxwell, otherwise, people won't believe the story that old coot came up with to explain your and your friends' appearance here."

Heero's eyes swept from Duo to Malfoy. "What story would that be?"

"Dumbledore has said that we would tell everyone that you two are from a wizarding school from Japan and America-"

Duo interrupted him. "Won't work. How would we explain how we know each other, and the other three?"

Heero snorted. "We're from a school in Japan; it will be plausible, as all five of us know Japanese, though Duo's accent is horrible."

Duo plastered a mock-hurt look on his face. "You wound me, lover-mine."

Malfoy's eyebrow rose. "And how do you intend on letting the other three know which area you five are supposedly from?"

Duo smirked. "Easy." With that, his eyes flew over to his left, where Harry, Ron, Hermione, Wufei, Trowa, and Quatre had appeared. Immediately, Quatre's eyes left Trowa's face and flew directly to Duo's. Intrigued, Malfoy watched as Duo began to mouth, 'Get those three to tell you explanation we tell others-when they tell you previous schools, change it to where you attended school in Japan, so we can act normal.' Malfoy's steel gray eyes moved from Duo to Quatre, who nodded and smiled, letting Duo know he understood, then turned back to his companions as they continued walking. Duo turned back to Malfoy and Heero, an 'I-told-you-so' expression on his face. "You were saying?"

Malfoy raised an elegant eyebrow. "And how did you get his attention?"

Duo's eyes swept from him to Heero and back again. "One of Quatre's abilities enables him to know what people feel. Since he, Wufei, Heero, myself, and especially Trowa are close, he can always tell what we're feeling, and he taught us how to block him awhile back. If we want his attention, we weaken the block for a moment."

Malfoy's brow wrinkled in thought. "So that's how he knew."

Duo's eyes went immediately to Heero and he smirked, knowing what the blonde boy was mumbling about. He turned back to Malfoy, schooling his features into a confused, yet curious, expression. "Care to explain?"

Malfoy scowled. "Not that it's any of your bloody business, but when he inquired about my position in all of this, he let on to knowing something I only know, although I believe that old coot Dumbledore suspects something. But it doesn't matter."

Duo shrugged. "If you say so."

Malfoy smirked again as he began to speak, drawling out, "As I was saying, you're all from a school in Japan," here he stressed where they would say they were from before continuing, "and that you are here because your school felt they would like to expand certain students horizons. You five were chosen because you were among the best the school had to offer. As Head Boy, it is my job to escort you. Your friends are being escorted by the Gryfindor Trio as Granger is Head Girl, and Weasley and Potter wanted to help her; naturally, being that there were more of them, they took three students aid as opposed to me taking two. Personally, I think you five should get together to fill in all the details. Otherwise, it would be hard convincing people if you all had different stories."

Duo grinned. "No problem, we can do that tonight. Now come on, I wanna see everything!!" With that, he grabbed Heero and Malfoy's hand, dragging them off. Heero had to stifle his laughter at seeing Malfoy's expression to being so forcibly dragged.

"Maxwell, hands off! I'm perfectly able to walk on my own, thank you very much!" Surprisingly, the hand on his disappeared, and when he looked up, he only found Heero standing in front of him. "Where the bloody hell did he go?"

Heero grinned slightly before he schooled his expression to his more normal glare. "Duo is quite the stealth expert; he can disappear in broad daylight. Plus he's slightly hyperactive. You'll get used to it. Either that or he'll drive you mad. Wufei still hasn't gotten used to Duo's behavior, but then again, he was brought up in the traditional Chinese way." Duo popped back up, smiling brightly.

"Come on, you two! I wanna go get my wand!"

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Harry's eyes watched his and his friends' charges as they entered Diagon Alley. Quatre's face lit up in awe, while Wufei's seemed to drink in his surroundings, much like any scholar's would, Harry thought. Trowa scanned the area, before letting his gaze fall on Quatre, a light showing in his eyes that wasn't there before. Not a minute went by before Quatre stopped studying his surroundings and looked sharply to their right. Harry's eyes followed, and he was quite surprised to see Malfoy, Heero, and Duo standing in the area Quatre was gazing at. His surprise increased when he noticed that Duo was staring directly at Quatre, mouthing words to the blonde. Switching his gaze back, he watched as Quatre smiled and nodded before turning back.

"Harry, I've just been informed that Professor Dumbledore had a story to explain our presence here, and that we should change it slightly to make to where all five of us were from Japan. Could you please fill us in on the story?" Quatre smiled towards him.

Harry grinned sheepishly. "I would, but I'm afraid we left his office too quick for him to tell us. I guess we'll just have to wing it and say that it's a surprise or something."

"No need. We simply say we're from a wizarding school in Japan, and that if the person wants any further information, they are to wait until term begins at Hogwarts." Hermione grinned at Wufei, liking his line of thinking.

"That would work perfectly, for the time being, of course. You five will have to sit down and make up some elaborate story later." Ron smiled and nodded at Hermione.

"That would definitely work for now, mate." His eyes then landed on Malfoy, Heero, and Duo and his expression took on a pitying look. "I feel bloody sorry for your mates there."

Everyone's eyes followed his before Trowa turned back to him. "Why is that?"

Ron sighed. "Because Malfoy is a bloody git, that's why. He thinks he's superior to everyone and can do anything he wants. I feel bad that those two have to put up with him at all, that's all."

Quatre smiled. "That's unnecessary, Ron." He grinned when Ron blinked at him, puzzled. "You see, Duo has this amazing ability to befriend anyone. And when I say anyone, I mean anyone." His eyes turned back to his two friends and Malfoy. "I was the easiest one of us for Duo to befriend, but Trowa, Wufei, and especially Heero were quite difficult. In the end, Trowa finally became his friend and not just a comrade when he realized that he and Duo shared a few common traits. Wufei finally accepted Duo's friendship when he realized Duo could offer him understanding and an ear to listen to, which is quite hard to believe as Duo can be a chatterbox. As for Heero-well, lets just say thank Allah Duo is as hard-headed and stubborn as he is. Heero was trained to believe any emotional attachment was a weakness. It's not my story to tell, but lets just say that the bare smile I see on Heero's face right now would not be there had it not been for Duo. It took Duo months to crack Heero's shell, and when he did, he gained not only a wonderful friend, but helped us three gain a friend as well and found his soul mate. For this reason, all four of us leave it to him to befriend the tough cases first, then let him bring us into the equation slowly."

Wufei nodded, agreeing with the blonde. "It is imperative that we get along, as from what we have gathered, your wizarding world is about to be thrown into a war that has been a long time in coming, correct?" He paused to let Hermione, Ron, and Harry nod, and turned to face each of them, looking into their eyes to impress the importance of what he was about to say. "Whatever school yard grudges you three and Malfoy hold against each other needs to be resolved, and fast. The quickest way to do so in our opinion would be to let Duo befriend him first. Trust me; if anyone can put up with the braided baka, then you can be friends with them."

Harry's forehead wrinkled. "Baka?"

Trowa gave one of his rare, if somewhat dimmed, smile. "Baka is Japanese for idiot. Both Heero and Wufei have taken to calling Duo that."

Quatre grinned before taking Trowa's hand, smiling shyly. "Well, come on! They're headed into the wand shop. Let's go!"

The six walked into Olivander's, Quatre grinning brightly as he saw his two friends standing before an elder man, Malfoy to their right. Quatre ran up to the two, hugging Duo as he began speaking in rapid Japanese. "Heero, Duo it's so good to see you two again! How are you liking London?" He secretly took great pleasure in seeing everyone else's confused looks.

Duo, catching on very quickly, grinned. "We're loving it. We're both getting new wands, how about you three?" Quatre nodded before turning to Malfoy.

"Hello. I'm Quatre Winner; I'm a friend of Heero and Duo's from our school in Japan. These are two of our best friends, Wufei Chang and Trowa Barton." When he spoke Trowa's name, he very slyly slipped his hand into the taller teen's.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, secretly praising the blonde's performance. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He nodded once in greeting to the three, before his eyes landed on the three Gryfindor's, a sneer sliding into place quickly. His eyes sliding to Olivander quickly to make sure he wasn't looking, he let the sneer fall briefly as he looked into the three's eyes, willing them to know he didn't mean what he was about to say. Miraculously, the three seemed to understand and he let the sneer come back just in time as Olivander turned back around. "Well if it isn't Gryfindor's Golden Boy, with the Weasel and the Mudblood. How much are you paying the three transfer students to be seen in public with such pitiful excuses of wizards and a witch, huh, Weasel? Can't be much." He turned to the three, noting that they seemed to be astonished by his words. "I'd advise you not to be seen with those three often, or else some will get the wrong impression about you." His eyes turned back to the three Gryfindors, noting that all three were showing anger. He turned back to Olivander. "Would you please hurry and get wands for those two so we can leave?"

Olivander nodded. "Of course, Mr. Malfoy." The elder man turned to Heero and Duo, who were staring at Malfoy, assessing him. "Which of you would like to go first?"

Duo grinned as he took his eyes off of Malfoy. "I'll go, sir!" He bounced forward, grinning all the while. "Whatchya want me to do?"

The old man smiled mysteriously as he turned and searched through the many boxes that littered his store. He finally picked one up and turned back to Duo, opening the box. "Birch, dragon heartstring, nine inches." He took the wand out and placed it in Duo's open hand. Duo just stared at the wand, then turned his eyes to Olivander. "Well, boy, give it a good swish."

Duo simply shrugged and flicked it, dropping the wand in surprise when one of the windows cracked and broke open. "Oh, shit. So sorry. Um, I'll pay for that, somehow."

Olivander smiled as he picked up the wand. "Nope, definitely not that wand. Don't worry about the window, happens all the time." He placed the wand back in its box and shuffled across the room, picking up another box. "Oak, centaur hair, ten inches."

Duo picked the wand out of the box and hesitantly flicked it. An entire shelf of boxed wands fell down. He hastily put the wand back into its box. "I don't think that is the one either," he told the elder man, a sheepish grin on his features.

Olivander shook his head. "Definitely not." He went to another side of the room, picking up the box and eyeing it carefully before walking over to Duo. He opened it and held it out to Duo, who grasped it and flicked it, a soft smile lifting his lips as a bright purple light seemed to emanate from the tip. Olivander smiled. "Ebony, sphinx feather, eleven inches. Perfect for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Looks like that's the one." He watched as the braided boy grinned and bounced over to the slightly taller, cobalt blue-eyed boy, winking at him and pushing him forward.

Going on a hunch, Olivander went back to the same side Duo's wand came from and picked up a box, taking the wand out and handing it to the boy in front of him. Eyeing the wand in his hands for a moment, the boy finally flicked it much like Duo had. Nothing bad happened, though ice blue streaks of light fell from the tip of the wand. Olivander smiled. "That's the one. Strange though. Your wand, Mr. Yuy," he ignored the young mans look as he knew that he hadn't been told the youth's name, "is oak, sphinx feather, eleven inches, perfect for Transfigurations. In fact, the sphinx feather from both your and Mr. Maxwell's wand came from twin sphinxes. The female was, and still is, the only full blooded sphinx alive. Even her twin brother is only half sphinx, the other half of his blood consisting of angel. Only their father and mother, Ra and Bastet, knew how that happened."

Quatre's eyes widened. "Ra and Bastet? You mean the Egyptian God of the Sun and Goddess of Cats and Protection?"

"Yes, Mr. Winner, that would be correct. If I was a teacher at Hogwarts, I'd give your House several points for that."

Wufei raised an eyebrow at the old man. "And just how did you get feathers from two sphinxes?"

Olivander's eyes twinkled. "Because the elder twin, the female, told me that one day, two young men would come to my shop with three of their friends, and that they would need the magic her and her brother's feathers would award them. She also told me to tell the two who received the wands that they were to take a hold of their wands the night they got them and each was to say 'Kekare, Kekere,' and that she and her twin would make an appearance to speak to them about something of utmost importance."

Duo and Heero turned to each other, both memorizing the strange saying. Duo then turned back and grinned. "Gotcha. Thanks, sir."

Olivander grinned. "Not a problem, Mr. Maxwell. Mr. Malfoy, Dumbledore said that you had the funds to pay for their school supplies?" Malfoy nodded. "It'll be fourteen Galleons then, Mr. Malfoy." He gave the old man said money and turned to his charges. Before he could tell them it was time to go, Duo pouted.

"Can't we wait until after they get their wands? Please? Then we can leave and go where ever we have to go." Heero stifled a chuckle, knowing full well there was no way Malfoy would be able to tell his lover no.

Sure enough, Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Fine, but we leave immediately afterwards, and we are NOT going with them. I refuse to be seen with those three."

Harry's eyes glittered dangerously. "I'd watch it if I were you, Malfoy. Your precious father isn't here to save you this time." Noting Olivander's attention on Quatre, who had stepped forward for his wand, he let the malicious look leave his eyes for a moment and saw the answering smirk on Malfoy's face.

Joining in, Ron glared at the blonde Slytherin. "Yeah, Malfoy. Can't go running to dear old daddy to get him to rescue you this time. Your two cronies aren't even here to help you."

Always ever playing her part, Hermione spoke, throwing a glare at Malfoy. "Stop it you two. He's not worth it." The two grudgingly backed down and turned their attention to Olivander and Quatre. The old man was handing Quatre the first wand he had picked up for the boy, telling him the type it was. "Yew and dragon heartstring." The blonde took a hold of the wand and swished it, handing it back over immediately after some boxes fell over. The old man turned around and shuffled towards the same area Heero and Duo's wands came from, picking up a box and taking the wand out, handing it to Quatre. He swished the wand, smiling brightly as a warmth came from it. "Rosewood and angel hair, seven inches. Just right for Charms." Quatre grinned as he walked back towards the others, inspecting his wand and motioning for Trowa to his turn.

Olivander immediately went back to the area where the previous three received their wands. Moving back to Trowa, he held out the wand in his hands. "Willow and phoenix tail feather, eleven inches." Trowa swished it, handing it back wordlessly when it turned Olivander's remaining hair a bright purple. Ignoring the snickering from Duo, he went back and picked up another one. "Yew and centaur hair, nine inches." This one, when swished, made an entire wall of wands collapse. It was snatched away immediately, only to be quickly replaced by another. This time, when Trowa flicked it, changed Olivander's hair back to its normal color. Olivander grinned as his gaze switched between Quatre and Trowa. "Mr. Barton, your wand is oak, angel hair, ten inches, perfect for anything to do with Magical Creatures. Much as with Mr. Maxwell and Mr. Yuy's wands, the angel hair in both your and Mr. Winner's wands hold a story to them as well. They are not hairs from the same angel, but in fact hairs from two angels who were the best of friends and Death Angels. They were also two of the sphinxes' from Mr.'s Maxwell and Yuy's wands trainers. They too left a message with me when they donated the hairs for the wands. The night you get the wands, hold them and recite 'Sara, Tara,' and they too would make an appearance." The old man turned to Wufei. "And now Mr. Chang, I believe it is your turn."

As Wufei stepped forwards, Olivander went back to the side of his store the previous four wands came from. It took several tries of Wufei flicking and swishing, knocking down several stacks of boxed wands and Duo's laughter before Olivander excitedly handed Wufei one certain wand. He flicked it and raised his eyebrow when all that happened was the entire mess that had been created was cleaned. "Yes, yes, I should have known, what with the surname Chang." Both of Wufei's eyebrows shot to his hairline. "Yes, especially since Chang is affiliated with Dragons. Your wand, Mr. Chang, is willow and dragon heartstring, nine inches, perfect for Charms. Also-"

Wufei smirked. "Let me guess. The Dragon that donated the heartstring is somehow friends with the angels and sphinxes from my friends' wands and left a message for the wand's owner as well."

Olivander smiled. "Right on the first guess, Mr. Chang. The night you get the wand you are to hold it and recite 'Dragontis' and he too would appear, though he made it clear that he wished it to occur where there would be plenty of room and where no one would see him." Wufei nodded and Olivander turned to Harry. "That will be twenty-one Galleons, Mr. Potter." As Harry handed him the money, Olivander questioned him. "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, correct?"

Harry blushed and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Olivander."

"How is it holding up? Doing well in Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Harry nodded again. "Yes, sir."

Olivander smiled. "Very well then, off with you."

The group left the shop, and stood still, letting their eyes adjust to the bright light, when Duo spoke. "That old man is off his rocker, I tell ya."

Malfoy sneered. "Let's go, Maxwell, Yuy. Still have things to get." He turned his glare to the three Gryfindors. "Have fun, Potty, Weasel, Mudblood." He sneered at the looks of anger as he swept away, Heero and Duo following close behind him. When they were a good distance away, Duo began whispering to him.

"What the hell was that about?"

Malfoy smirked. "Dumbledore told you. If I'm seen acting even remotely polite to those three, I'd be in danger quicker than Potter can catch the Golden Snitch." He sighed when he noticed Duo's puzzled expression. "Its part of our sport, Quidditch. I'll explain it later. But all four of us had to act as we would have before today."

Heero spoke then. "That's how you four usually act?"

Malfoy smirked again. "Usually, yes. My dear mother," here he rolled his eyes, "has forbidden me to associate myself with those three, unless it's to torment them, for different reasons. Granger because she isn't a pureblood-"

"A what?"

"Honestly, Maxwell, if you'd be quiet for just a moment I'd tell you." Duo raised and eyebrow and grinned. "Anyway, Granger's parents are muggle, as was stated before we left, so she's not a pureblood. It's rather ridiculous, if you ask me, as it's impossible to be a pureblood, because there are only so many wizarding families. We'd have to marry muggles eventually to keep from interbreeding. Bloody hell, even the Dark Lord isn't a pureblood; his father was a muggle. Well, anyway, that's why I'm not supposed to associate with her, even though she has top marks in our year. Weasley I'm not supposed to be around because even though his family is pureblood, or as pureblood as a family can be, they're bloody poor, since his father works in Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. And Potter, well, lets just say it would be bad form to be friends with the one who had put the Dark Lord out of commission for nearly a decade and a half when ones mother is practically the Dark Lord's whore." Here he sneered. "Don't see how Mother could do it."

Duo raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Do what?"

Malfoy sighed before schooling his face into his usual smirk. "Groveling in front of the pathetic excuse of a Dark Lord, kissing his feet and begging for forgiveness whenever she screws up. Bloody pathetic in my opinion."

The three continued on, getting robes, cauldrons, and various other things the two teens would need at Hogwarts, while Malfoy also bought several things he'd need as well. They didn't even see the three Gryfindors or the other three pilots again until they arrived at the pet store, Magical Menagerie, much later in the day.

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Hermione sighed as she watched the three walk away, waiting for the slew of questions she knew were fixing to come. From the look on Harry's face, she knew he knew they were coming as well.

"Could someone please explain what the hell that was about?" Hermione raised one eyebrow at Wufei at his language, before speaking.

"That was nothing out of the ordinary, considering that is how we and Malfoy would have acted before today."

"That is how you normally act?"

Ron grinned at Quatre. "Yup, mate, that's how we normally act around that git Malfoy. He taunts, we fight, throw curses at each other, glare, say wait til next time, then continue on our way and try to figure out a way to get rid of whatever bloody curses were thrown. Though I have to say, it didn't seem too hard for that git to get right back into the swing of things."

Harry shook his head. "You didn't see the look on his face before he insulted us, did you?" Hermione smiled slightly and Ron took on a confused look. "Malfoy let his sneer drop, sort of telling us, in his own way, that he was only saying what he was to keep appearances up." The six chatted more as they picked up the rest of their wizarding supplies, finally finding themselves in Magical Menagerie much later in the day.

Quatre grinned when he heard Duo's voice shouting from somewhere in the store.

"Heero! Come on, please! I want a pet!!"

"No, Duo. We don't have time for a pet."

"Please!!!"

Quatre grabbed Trowa's hand and began dragging him towards in the direction their friends' voices were coming from. As the rounded a corner, Quatre's smile grew at what he saw. Duo was plastered up against the glass side of a cage, peering inside it and bouncing happily. Heero was staring at his lover in exasperation and Malfoy was watching the scene with his eyebrow raised, but saying nothing.

"Come on, Heero. Just one owl! All five of us can share it, and besides, from what Malfoy says owls are how people send mail. If we have an owl, then it'll be easier for us five to send messages to each other!"

Quatre waltzed up to the three and grinned, knowing full well what Duo was trying to do. "Shame on you, Duo." The braided boy spun around, smiling innocently.

"Whatever do you mean, Q-man?"

Quatre shook his head in amusement, aware of Malfoy, Harry, Ron, and Hermione's questioning gazes on him and his dear friend. "You're trying to trick Heero into letting you get that owl, don't think you can hide that from me." The blonde pilot grinned innocently. "You're not the only one who can be sly."

Duo laughed loudly, his guffaws echoing in the near-empty store. "You caught me, Quatre. Of course, Heero knew what I was up to, didn't ya, koi?"

Heero simply glared at the braided boy before muttering, "Baka."

Wufei stepped closer, peering around Quatre and Duo to see the owl in question. When he saw it, he barely kept himself from snorting. As was usual for Duo, the owl was pitch black, sitting on a perch and staring out at the teens debating over him. "What kind of owl is this?"

Malfoy smirked. "It's an eagle owl, quite the ferocious hunter and extremely dependable."

Wufei nodded once, signaling that he had heard the blonde wizard, before turning to his fellow pilots. "As much as I hate to say it, Duo does have a point. Harry, Ron, and Hermione did explain the four Houses that made up Hogwarts to us today, and it would be reasonable to have an owl to send each other messages in case we are put in different houses, which I don't doubt."

Trowa nodded. "Wufei's right. From what we've gathered, I can assure you we all will be separated."

Duo smiled brightly. "All right! Let's get that one then!"

Harry laughed. "All right, we'll get it. I'll pay for it, though, as a sort of thank you for being here."

Quatre smiled and nodded at him. "Thank you, Harry."

Malfoy sneered at the group. "What now, Potter? Trying to buy yourself some more friends?" The five pilots wisely stood down, letting the ones in front of them settle this.

Harry glared at the blonde wizard. "No, Malfoy, I'm not buying my friends, unlike you. You're the one who not only bought his friends with the Nimbus 2001's, but also your place on the Quidditch team. You couldn't catch the Golden Snitch if it was right in front of you."

"At least Slytherin's Keeper can do what he is supposed to do, unlike the Weasel there," Malfoy taunted back.

Ron's face turned redder than his hair before he shouted back, "I was able to do a Keeper's job, if you'll remember, ferret-face! Who won the Quidditch Cup, huh? It sure as bloody hell wasn't the Slytherins. No, it was the Gryfindors!"

Duo stepped forward, speaking quietly. "I'm not too sure what's going on here, but you're drawing a crowd. Can we please just leave?" Harry and Malfoy glared at each other heatedly. Watching them, Quatre's hand came up and went straight to his chest, rubbing the area above his heart as if he were trying to alleviate some of his pain.

Harry nodded once all of a sudden and turned to Quatre and Duo. "I'll buy the owl for you and will just have Quatre deliver it to you, if that is all right, Duo."

Duo grinned slowly and nodded. "That will be fine." He bowed deeply, noting Heero did the same before he stood straight back up. "It was a pleasure meeting you and maybe we'll see each other at Hogwarts when term begins." He turned around and picked up a bag of his things, noting Heero did the same before following Malfoy out of the pet shop. Playing his part further, Duo asked loud enough for some passerby's to hear, "Why don't you get along with those three, Malfoy? My three friends seem to find they are decent."

Malfoy scoffed at Duo's words, lifting his eyes to meet the violet ones and noting what the braided teen was doing. Silently, he praised the young man before him, noting he seemed to have several sly and sneaky qualities. "They're bloody Gryfindors, Maxwell. I'm a Slytherin. Slytherins and Gryfindors do not get along." Duo nodded, seeming to take the explanation as a suitable answer, leaving Malfoy up to leading him and Heero to the portkey that would take them back to Hogwarts.

Moments later, the other six left Magical Menagerie, Quatre carrying a curious caged black eagle owl, and they too went to the portkey back to Hogwarts.

When they arrived back at the school in the hallway outside of the Great Hall, Quatre almost dropped the owl's cage when a loud shout came from inside the Great Hall. Without words, Quatre quickly shoved the cage to the nearest to him, Ron, as he, Trowa, and Wufei each pulled out a weapon and dashed inside the Great Hall. There, they saw a tall man with long blonde hair standing before Draco, his angry visage locked with Dumbledore's. Draco's face was expressionless as he stood beside the man. Quickly, the three hid their weapons as Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered behind them. Quatre's hand went to his heart, rubbing his chest as he stared intently at the man before him.

Behind Draco and the mysterious man, the three pilots' eyes saw Duo, Heero, a pretty girl with blonde hair they didn't recognize but seemed to be their age, Dumbledore, the two men they were introduced to in Dumbledore's office, Snape and Lupin, and a strict-looking woman with her hair pulled back into a severe bun and spectacles on her face watching the two. It wasn't long before they realized the shout they had heard came from the long-haired blonde man in front of them.

"You're telling me I cannot take my own son home?! That he has to stay here for the rest of the summer?!"

Dumbledore nodded once. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy. He isn't the only student that I've requested to come back six weeks before term starts. He and a few others have been requested to stay here to help with five students whom have transferred here."

"And who, may I ask, are these transfer students and where are they at?"

Taking his hand from his Space Heart and nodding his head, knowing the other four would see it, Quatre stepped forward into the man's line of site and bowed to him. "Hello, sir. I am Quatre Winner, one of the transfer students from Japan."

Duo bounded down from the teacher's table, grinning, stopping when he stood beside Quatre and bowed as well. "Duo Maxwell, at your service." He smiled devilishly. "Pleased to meet you."

Wufei bowed to him next. "Chang Wufei, sir. It is an honor to meet you."

"Trowa Barton." Trowa stood directly next to Quatre as he bowed.

Heero calmly walked down from the platform and bowed stiffly. "Heero Yuy." He stood back up, his back straight. "I apologize for the Headmaster deeming it necessary to have your son here, sir, but he felt that it would be best for students our age to show us around."

There was an unpleasant pause as the man revealed to be Mr. Malfoy, Draco's father, stared at them. After a few moments, Duo grinned and turned to Quatre, Wufei, and Trowa and began speaking in Japanese so fast that only they and Heero could comprehend his words, even if anyone else had known Japanese.

"This guy is Draco's dad, and he's a real asshole. Came in here and started demanding to be able to take his son home. I don't like him, he gives off this wrongness."

Quatre nodded. "You're right about him giving off a sense of wrongness." His hand came up and started rubbing his chest for what seemed like the billionth time that day. "I don't think he's himself. I get two different feelings from him. There's the part we are all seeing right now, the side that feels evil. But its not the real him. He's fighting whatever it is; he wants to-" Quatre's face became pale and he started swaying slightly. It was enough for Trowa to wrap an arm around the smaller blonde's waist, which caused Mr. Malfoy's eyebrows to shoot straight to his hairline. Trowa ignored him as he spoke.

"I've got to get him out of here. His Space Heart is going out of control." Nodding, Wufei too put an arm around Quatre, but around his shoulders, as he turned to Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, could you tell us where we could take Quatre to lay down? He's not feeling well."

Dumbledore nodded, not taking his eyes off of the elder Malfoy. "Of course, Mr.'s Potter and Weasley and Ms. Granger will take you to their common room for the moment. The password is the same as it was at the end of last term." The three nodded and went to lead the three out of the Great Hall when Quatre spoke up.

"I'm fine, Professor. I just need to sit down." Trowa immediately placed his hand on Quatre's chin and forced the blonde to look up at him. A moment later he nodded and led the blonde to a chair nearby. The oldest Malfoy watched them and turned back to Dumbledore.

"You have Potter, Weasley, and Granger here as well?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Draco is Head Boy, and Ms. Parkinson," he nodded to the direction of the girl that Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei had noticed but not known, "is a Slytherin prefect, and Mr. Weasley is a Gryfindor prefect and Ms. Granger is Head Girl. Mr. Potter was staying with the Weasley's when I asked for Mr. Weasley to come, so I invited him to come as well. This way, there is one student from Hogwarts for each transfer student from Japan."

Malfoy was silent for a moment before he nodded stiffly. "Very well then. Will I at least be able to expect my son home for the Christmas holidays?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled momentarily. "I'm not sure, Mr. Malfoy. It depends on how well the five transfer students have settled in here."

Malfoy was silent before he asked another question. "Have they already been sorted?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "We were waiting for those six to return from Diagon Alley to sort them. You're more than welcome to watch if you want."

Malfoy nodded briskly. "I will." The stern looking woman then placed a stool on the platform, setting it in front of the long table there. She placed a worn looking hat on top of it and turned to the five.

"I am Professor McGonagall. I teach Transfigurations here at Hogwarts. When I call your name, you'll come up here, sit down, and then place the Sorting Hat on your head. It will place you into your house." Duo snorted quietly, but it was quiet enough in the Great Hall for everyone to hear. McGonagall ignored it and called the first name. "Barton, Trowa." Trowa left Quatre's side and walked up to the platform, ignoring those around him, and sat down and placed the hat on his head. A moment later, he jumped slightly, though only his fellow pilots saw it.

"Ahh...yes...I see. You're not from this time, are you, boy?"

"No."

"Yes, seems Dumbledore needs your help. Yes, yes, this shall be an interesting year indeed. Now, where to put you? Hmm, yes, yes...you are quite smart, but Ravenclaw isn't for you, oh no. Hufflepuff isn't for you either, though you are quite loyal. Neither is Slytherin, what with their cunning ways. No, no, seems as if the only place for you is GRYFINDOR!" The last bit was yelled out, echoing throughout the walls of the Great Hall. Trowa took the Sorting Hat off and placed it back on the stool, glaring at it for a moment before turning to the other pilots. Heero and Duo had joined Quatre and Wufei while he had been sorted, and he walked over to them, ignoring everyone's eyes.

He sat down beside Quatre as he whispered, "That hat speaks to you inside your mind." The others nodded, letting him know that they had heard him as McGonagall called out the next name.

"Chang, Wufei." Wufei stood swiftly, and walked up to the stool. He sat down and placed the hat on his head, steeling himself for what ever voice he would hear.

"Another one from the future, hmm? Yes, yes, this will most definitely be an interesting year."

"Will you just sort me already? I don't have time for this."

The hat seemed to snort in his mind. "Fine, fine. Seems Dumbledore needs your help as well. Now, where to put you? Hmm…yes, yes, you are quite brave and courageous, but Gryfindor isn't for you, oh no. Hufflepuff isn't for you either, though you are quite loyal. Neither is Slytherin, for you aren't the type to be cunning, oh no, you seek justice, but not while being underhanded. No, no, seems as if the only place for you is RAVENCLAW!"

Wufei quickly took the hat off of his head and placed it back on the stool as he stood and stalked back down to the other pilots. McGonagall's voice called out, "Maxwell, Duo."

Duo grinned and strutted his way towards the stool, whistling as he did. He flopped down onto the stool, grinning as he heard Quatre giggle quietly at him. He slammed the hat onto his head and didn't wait for it to speak to him.

"Ok, where's this voice I'm supposed to hear?"

A chuckle seemed to resound in his mind. "Aren't we the impatient one, Mr. Maxwell?"

Everyone watched as Duo shrugged. "Yeah, I've been told that before."

"Hmm, what is it with students from the future today?"

"That Dumbledore dude said that he needed our help to bring some guy back and to help that Harry kid kill some Voldemort-dude."

"Not scared to say Lord Voldemort's name, then are we?"

"Nope. Kinda stupid to be scared of a name, personally. But it's worked for me before, just cuz of who I am."

"Yes, yes, I see…people where scared of you and your friends because of your skills…and you used it to your advantage…you're quite the sneaky individual as well."

"Not much to help for that; had to be. I grew up on the streets of L2."

"I see, I see…yes, then, it's quite obvious where I should put you. You'll do great things, great things to help those you care for, and you'll do anything to help them. Yes, yes, sneaky, conniving, cunning…yes, seems as if that even though you are extremely intelligent, courageous, and loyal, that you'll fit best in SLYTHERIN!" Duo jerked the hat off his head and placed it back on the stool, then strolled back down to the other pilots, aware that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were gaping at him and that the younger Malfoy was looking at him, hiding his surprise quite well, but not well enough for Duo to miss it. The elder Malfoy, on the other hand, was looking at him oddly; for once, Duo couldn't read the look on someone else's face. He ignored it for the time being, memorizing the look for later contemplation.

"Winner, Quatre." Quatre smiled as he waved away Trowa's hands to help him up and stood on his own, making his way towards the stool. He smiled politely at McGonagall and sat down. He held the hat in his hands and, bringing it to his head, snuck a glance towards the elder Malfoy. He Space Heart gave a twinge, but he ignored it as he sat the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Ahh, Mr. Winner. Oh yes, you are quite the sly one."

"Only when it comes to someone I don't trust or understand."

"And it seems as if the distrust you feel is aimed towards Lucius Malfoy."

"It's not distrust I feel towards him. It's confusion. I'm reading mixed feelings from him, and I don't know why. I need to figure out why he's feeling one way, yet acting another. It's important that I do. I can feel that Draco loves his father, and that the elder Malfoy didn't used to be like he is now. Something happened, something changed him. I intend to find out why, if for no other reason than to give Draco a sense of closure with his father.."

"Yes, yes, quite loyal you are. You want to know what's wrong with him to help someone you just met?"

"Draco Malfoy hides several things that he feels. I know it. I felt it the first time I talked to him. Then, I didn't know why he was hiding what he was, but after talking to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, I know why he's hiding what he's feeling. He's afraid of being rejected, and after having his father change on him, turn into someone he wasn't, Draco is afraid to take the risk of Harry finding out."

"Very intuitive of you, Mr. Winner…that little Space Heart of yours, as you call it, comes in handy, doesn't it? Learn to expand it, Mr. Winner, you will need it. But right now, you need to be sorted. Hmm, one would say almost smart enough for Ravenclaw, but you aren't like your friend, Mr. Chang…and though you are quite brave, like your dear Mr. Barton, Gryfindor isn't for you. You can be quite sly and cunning, and do have the proper etiquette for Slytherin, but are too naïve for that house. Which leaves only your supreme loyalty towards your friends, which puts you in HUFFLEPUFF!" Quatre took the hat off and slid off of the stool, placing the hat where he had sat and looked at it thoughtfully for a moment before turning and making his way back towards his friends.

McGonagall opened her mouth, saying "Yuy, Heero," but Heero had started his way up to the stool before Quatre even sat down. Heero picked the hat up and, without even sitting down, placed it on his head.

"Mr. Yuy…quite determined to make this quick, are you?"

"You will put me in Slytherin with Duo."

"I will, will I?"

"Yes."

"But what if it's not the house for you?"

"It is, because Duo is there. I'll go no where else."

"But-"

"No buts. If you want everyone to sleep soundly at night, you'll put me with Duo."

"Sleep soundly at night? Ahh…I see…yes…the nightmares the two of you have…yes, yes…plus…ahh, I see…yes, yes, I really don't have a choice, do I?"

"No."

"Very well, then. SLYTHERIN!" Heero wrenched the hat off of his head and handed it back to McGonagall. He turned and walked back down to his fellow pilots, sat down, and looked up to Dumbledore. The other four followed his example, all five looking at him expectedly.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, his eyes twinkling. "Yes, yes, very good. Mr. Barton, you'll be with Mr.'s Potter and Weasley and Ms. Granger. Mr. Yuy, Mr. Maxwell-"

Duo interrupted him, grinning. "I told you before, none of that 'Mr.' crap."

Dumbledore nodded once. "Yes, I forgot. Well, Mr. Yuy, Duo, you will be in the same house as Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Parkinson." The girl who had remained silent for the whole time stepped forward, nodding to them in greeting. "Mr. Winner, Mr. Chang, we don't have any prefects from your houses here with us at this time, but you are welcome to go to either one of the others for any questions." The two nodded.

The elder Malfoy turned towards Dumbledore. "I'm afraid I have to be going. Draco, a word before I leave?" Draco nodded and followed his father out of the door. A few moments later, he came back in, his face indescribable. The girl, Parkinson, immediately ran up to him.

"Are you all right, Draco?" she whispered, not knowing the five pilots could hear her.

"I'm fine; he was just being his usual self. I'll tell you more later." Draco turned to Dumbledore. "Where the bloody hell are we staying until school starts back?"

Dumbledore smiled. "There is a set of rooms in the astronomy tower that will fit all of you until term starts." The pilots noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione nervously glancing over at the Parkinson girl standing by Draco. Apparently, Dumbledore did as well. "Ms. Parkinson is quite all right, Harry. She's on our side." The girl looked over at Harry and smirked.

"Nervous, Potter?"

"It's not everyday one finds out that his enemy and one of his enemy's friends are in fact not his enemies."

The girl left Draco's side and walked right up to Harry, glaring at him for a few moments before she spoke. "I understand where you're coming from, Potter. I thought I was alone until Dumbledore brought me into his office yesterday morning and told me about Draco."

Hermione spoke up then, her forehead drawn into a frown. "Then why weren't you there earlier, when they first got here?" She pointed towards the pilots, making sure to leave how they got there out in case she wasn't aware of it.

The girl snorted. "Please. I had to talk my parents into letting me stay here for the rest of the summer. They weren't going to let me come, not until I told them Draco was going to be here. Wish I could have been here. I bet it was interesting to see whatever potion Professor Snape used to bring them here from their time." Hermione raised her eyebrow at the girl, before nodding her acceptance of her answer.

Duo bounded up to the group. "And how does him being here let you stay here?"

The girl turned to him, her eyes raking up and down his form, a smirk appearing on her face. "Because his parents and my parents are dead set on making the two of us marry. Neither of us want to be married to the other, but you, I wouldn't mind dating you."

Duo stared at her a moment, his own eyes checking her out, before smiling. "Sorry, babe. I'm taken." At this, Heero strode forward and wrapped his arms possessively around Duo's middle. The girl seemed taken aback, before rolling her eyes.

"Of course. All the good ones are either already taken or gay." Duo let out a loud bark of laughter; the girl smirked at him before continuing. "By the way, I'm Pansy Parkinson."

Duo took her out held hand, shaking it lightly. "I'm Duo Maxwell. I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie, I'm Shinigami."

The girl raised her eyebrow. "The God of Death?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "Is that what that means?"

Duo laughed and nodded. "Yes, it is. And how did you know that?"

Pansy grinned devilishly. "I know Japanese. And I agree, Draco's dad can be a real asshole." Duo blushed. "He wasn't always like-"

"Pansy, if I were you, I wouldn't finish that sentence. I do not wish for my family to be discussed out here in the open in front of me."

Pansy grinned at Draco before turning back to Duo and winking. She leaned in, whispering, "I'll tell all of you later. That old geezer, Dumbledore, knows perfectly well what's wrong, but he either can't or won't do anything to fix it."

"*Ahem*." The group turned towards the adults. Dumbledore stood before them, grinning. "I do hope that past animosity can be forgotten and soon forgiven. Ms. Parkinson knows where the dorms in the Astronomy tower are, and the password. Dobby will have your things taken up there shortly." He turned and motioned for the other adults left in the room to follow him. He was the last to leave the Great Hall, and before he left, he called over his shoulder, "Harry, if I could see you in my office tomorrow morning? Just have the gargoyles alert me when you get there." With that, he left the room.

Harry turned to Pansy and held out his hand. "Truce then?"

Pansy studied him for a moment before smiling and taking his hand. "Truce. Except in public. Draco and I still have to act like the Slytherins that hate you and the other two."

Hermione smiled. "Well, let's go to our rooms then?" Pansy nodded and took the lead, Hermione right beside her, the two chattering away.

Ron sighed and shook his head. "Great. Now she'll have a girl to finally talk to." Harry laughed.

"Don't worry about it, Ron." Draco smirked as he began walking after the two girls. Harry and Ron followed after him, letting the pilots to walk behind them.

"Uhh, question? Who's Dobby?" Harry, Ron, and Draco turned around and stared at Duo. "What?"

Harry shook his head. "You'll meet him soon."

TBC

A/N: Hope ya'll liked this chapter as well!!! Keep those names Olivander told the pilots-they will be seen again!!! And don't worry: there are no Mary Sue's. Just a myth explained in chapter three. Also, I forgot to note this in chapter one: ignore the year I used. I know that's not the real year, but I'm new to the HP universe, and I wasn't too sure what year Harry and co. fifth year ended in, so I just improvised. Hope ya'll don't mind! Review please!!!