Part One: More Letters
(Narrator's POV)
Harry stopped and stared at the odd assortment before him. Dumbledore hadn't been kidding. "Uh, hi?" Harry said nervously. He grinned. "Hullo Hermione, Ginny, Terry, Susan."
"Hey, Harry," the chorused.
"This is the great Harry Potter? What a joke. I didn't know that the Boy- Who-Lived wore such rags," said an unfamiliar voice. Harry turned to meet the ice blue eyes of an unknown blond, and blushed in shame. Hermione and Ginny jumped to his defense.
"I'll have you know that Harry has fought and beaten Lord Voldemort more times than you can say 'I wish I were him'!" Hermione said heatedly.
"And Harry has more money than you'll every see in both of your lifetimes. He just chooses not to flaunt it like Malfoy!" Ginny snapped.
"Figures," said a familiar, taunting voice. It sent shivers that were not altogether unpleasant down Harry's back. He turned to the source of the condescending statement.
"Malfoy," he said cooly, trying not to fall over in pleased surprise at Draco's new look. The new image almost took his breath away. To preserve his sanity, he looked away and spotted Pansy and Blaise. "I see you can't go anywhere without Parkinson and Zabini, hm?"
"Stuff it, Potter. I didn't know who would be here anymore than you did," Draco said, surprisingly neutral. Harry's eyes narrowed.
"Is that so?" he said, eyeing Draco warily. He turned his emerald gaze to the unknown blond to Draco's right. "Who's this?" Draco shrugged.
"I," said the long-haired blond, "am--"
"A royal pain in the arse!" Hermione snapped. "Just tell us your ruddy name and be quiet!" Harry, Ginny, and several others stared at the usually quiet girl.
"Uh, I am Mitchell Pemberton," the blond said, gulping. After a moment he regained some confidence. "I will be a prince of an entire European country in my next life," he announced. Harry stared.
"He's been talking to Treloony," Ginny informed him. "The bat told him he was royalty. He's been insufferable since."
"Didn't you tell him what she says?" Harry asked.
"Of course, Harry. But he seems to cling to his opinion of her. He'll learn soon enough. Divination is a required class for this summer programme," Hermione said.
Harry sighed, looking annoyed, and fingered something under his oversized grey shirt. Draco's eyes followed Harry's fingers closely, trying to get a glimpse of whatever was under his shirt.
Right when Mitchell prepared to say...something, an owl flew into their midst and landed on his head. Mitchell immediately swatted at it.
"Get off my hair, you over grown carrion bird! Do you have any idea how long it took for me to straighten it?! Curls are a bitch! You're lucky I'll have straight hair in my other life!" Mitchell snapped. The owl pecked him, then flew over and landed on the trolley Draco sat on.
Draco lightly stroked the owl while he untied a previously unseen letter from it's leg. The owl sat patiently as he opened the letter and skimmed the dark green writing. "It's from Dumbledore," he said.
Harry, Draco, the rest of you, Change of plans. Forget the original instructions. I have decided you will all head to Hogsmeade by way of the train tracks. Be in the Three Broomsticks by 3pm. I have some foreign students coming in that will need some guidance. I thank you for your help.
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. As a reward, I think I will allow you all full access to Hogsmeade in whatever freetime you have. The village has already been warded against Voldemort as much as I could manage and I do not believe it would be fair to stop my students from enjoying life on account of some half-blood wizard with a vendetta against Harry Potter and I. My thanks again.
A. B.
"So, we're to go to Hogsmeade?" Ginny asked.
"Obviously, Weaselette," Draco drawled. Ignoring the others, he started for the station. The others look at each other, then followed.
***
(Duo POV)
"Gonna check the mail! Gonna check the ma~il!" Duo Maxwell sang as he skipped to the safehouse mailbox. He reached for the opening when a strange sound stopped him. Sounds like a...bird? The strange sound came again. Suddenly, a large snowy owl landed on the mailbox. Duo stared, then noticed the thick stack of letters attached to its leg.
"That heavy?" Duo asked softly , inching toward the owl. It hooted. Almost like it understands me. Sorta like Harry Potter. Duo untied the letters and glanced at them. The first one said.
Duo Maxwell aka Daniel Cassell
Safehouse, undisclosed location
Room with Heero, left bed
AC 196, the future
Hm? Curious. Duo sifted through to the third one. It said:
Quatre Raberba Winner
Safehouse, undisclosed location
Room with Trowa, left bed
AC 196, the future
Whoever this guy is, he's got alot of info on us. And how did they get this address? Duo moved to the next one.
Trowa Barton aka Triton Bloom
Safehouse, undisclosed location
Room with Quatre, left bed
AC 196, the future
Duo was about to look the next one when one piece of info caught his eye. Quatre, left bed. Trowa, left bed. Aren't there two beds in that room? "Hm. Interesting.." Duo murmured. He was dragged out of his thoughts by another hoot from the owl. "Gomen ne, little owl. Though you're very presence on this colony is impossible, I plan to take care of you." He petted the snow white feathers of the owl, then headed inside.
"Guys! Mail's here!" he called. No answer. "Guys?" Duo moved into the entry hall, then the kitchen. "Quat? Trowa?"
"Over here, Maxwell," came Wufei's voice. Duo turned to the sound and froze, then stared. And stared. And...OhMyGod, stared.
There, on the kitchen floor, was spread the colorful mat used for Twister. The real shocking thing was that on the mat, in various states of undress, and curled into impossible positions, was Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei and Trowa Barton. Duo..stared. (A/N: We weren't expecting that! O.o)
"Wha-what are you doing?" Duo stuttered.
"Playing Strip Twister," Quatre answered. He was on a kitchen chair, the spinner in his lap. He only wore bright yellow boxers.
"Why're you almost naked?" Duo asked.
Quatre blushed. "I lost against Trowa," he said. His blush deepened. "That boy can bend in amazing ways."
"Speaking from first hand experience, ne?" Duo said. Quatre's blush turned a violent shade. "Anyway, we got mail. It came by owl." The other Gundam pilots stared at him, too used to his antics to take him seriously. "No, really!" he cried. "Look!" Behind him, the snowy owl flew in and landed on Duo's shoulder. "See?"
The other boys stared in astonishment at the bird. A bird on L4 colony? "Where'd it come from?" Quatre asked, standing.
"Don't know," Duo said, shrugging. While he and Quatre talked, Trowa, Heero and Wufei untangled themselves and stood. Heero only wore his black spandex shorts, the expanse of his muscled chest revealed. Wufei still had on his navy blue tank top and white slacks, but was noticably missing his coat and belt. Trowa was still fully clothed, but for a reason Duo would never fathom but was sure involved Quatre, he wore cute off blue jeans that revealed most of his toned legs. Duo drooled as he stared at the stretching bishounen. I've died and gone to heaven.
After slipping on his green tank top, Heero said, "Give me the letters." Duo, used to Heero's leadership, obeyed. Though Quatre was the heart of the group, and all the Doctors considered him leader, Heero was usually the one to control alll security measures, ie; letters from unknown sources. The Gundam Pilots Perfect Soldier examined the envelopes thoroughly, but would not open them. He moved to the basement stairs where they kept all their technology. The other boys followed.
Once they were all there, Heero tossed the stack of letters to Trowa. "Crossexamine them," he said. Trowa obeyed, doing a more thorough check than even Heero had. He tossed them back to Heero.
"Clear as well as I can see," Trowa said. Heero's eyes narrowed at the vague answer, and the other pilots immediately knew the examination would take longer. But even Duo didn't mind. He stuck just as rigidly as the others to safety protocol. He didn't want to die a virgin.
Heero moved to a corner of the room, where they kept a scanner. He put each envelope in it seperately and scanned them. After about three minutes he rejoined the others and handed them each an envelope. "Hn," he said. Translation: Open them.
Duo hurried to open his. The first thing that struck him as strange was the seal at the top of the stationary, It depicted a shield with a lion, a snake, a badger and a raven on it. He was sure he'd seen it before.
"Hey Duo, isn't this seal from one of your old vids? You know, the ones with that Daniel Radcliffe kid?" Quatre asked.
Duo looked closer at the now naggingly familiar seal. "Yeah, I kinda remember now..." he mumbled. He searched his memory. "Oh yeah! This is the seal for Hogwarts!"
"Hogwarts?" Trowa asked quietly. Heero and Wufei nodded to his question, showing that they too wanted to know.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Duo said excitedly. "It's the world of Harry Potter! It's too cool!"
"I agree, though I've only seen Harry Potter and the Defeat of Lord Voldemort," Quatre said.
"Naw. The best one is Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, even though they kill a major character," Duo said. Quatre shrugged. He hadn't seen that one.
"Why are we receiving letters from a series of books, vids and merchandise created almost 400 years ago?" Wufei asked. Everyone else shrugged and continued to open their letters. Duo squealed happily and turned to them.
"I'll read it aloud," he said.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFTand WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chief Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Duo Maxwell,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find
enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
This is a summer trial programme and includes time travel.
If you do not like roller coasters, I suggest you do not accept.
Your absence will be noted, as well as the absence of your bile.
Term begins August 1st. We await your owl by no later than
July 31st. In your case, immediately.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva Mcgonagall
Minerva Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmistress
P.S. Please find enclosed a portkey in the shape of your new
familiar. If you accept, stroke the port key softly and say, roughly,
'Isn't it adorable?' and you will be brought to Hogsmeade to meet
some students also in our summer programme. Hope to see you
soon.
M.M.
"Whoa," muttered Duo. He pulled out the list the letter mentioned. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear this was real..."
"Oh, kawaii!" came a cry from Quatre. The other pilots turned to see the small blond bent over a side table, something in front of him.
"What is it, Q-man?" Duo asked.
Quatre picked something up and held it out for the others to see. They gasped, It was a miniature fairy, beautiful, with short blonde hair and a cute smile. She moved with the grace of the Middle World. "Isn't she adorable!" The other pilots tensed, falling into their fighting stances. Duo quickly assessed the situation, noting the gray box tipped on it's side on the table, empty.
"Quatre, angel, put it down," Trowa said softly but sternly.
"Why?" Quatre asked curiously. He tilted his head cutely, causing all the pilots to momentarily forget the problem. It all came rushing back when Quatre reached up to touch the fairy. The pilots stared, not quite registering what was happening. Then...
"Quatre, no!" Heero cried, in a rare show of emotion. But he was too late. Quatre's hand continued to move toward the fairy. He carefully stroked her tunic clad back, and she purred loudly. A split second later, they were gone.
"K'so!" Heero muttered. Beside him, Trowa stared at the spot where Quatre had last stood. Searching the room quickly, he found a pair of his customary blue jeans and changed from his cutoffs right in front of them. Slipping back into his shoes, he moved back to the table. Finally, he grabbed Quatre's letters and the box the fairy had come in, then shoke his envelope to find a small grey box. Opening it, he stuck his hand in and pulled out what looked like a lion, but had the wings of a bird and other changes.
"A gryphon," Wufei breathed. Moving to the middle of the room, Trowa gave each boy a piercing look with his visible green eye, then reached up and stroked the mythical creature between its wings, muttering something. In a blink of an eye, the jade eyed pilot was gone too.
"We have to follow them," Wufei said. "Yuy?"
"Ninmu, ryoukai," said Heero. He left the boys and headed upstairs. When he returned he carried Quatre's quaterstaff, a long piece of wood finished with ebony. In his other hand he had Trowa's automatic, his own automatic, Duo's throwing knifes and dagger, and Wufei's twin katanas. Strapped to his side was his legendary laptop. (A/N: Dell. The company of the future.)
"I've secured the Gundams and tightened security. I suspect we will be gone awhile. I left an away message for the Doctors," Heero said. He threw Wufei his swords and Trowa's gun. Then he tossed Duo Quatre's quaterstaff and his knifes and dagger. He slipped his own gun in a side holster. Adjusting his tank top, Heero reached into the envelope and removed the grey box. Sticking his hand in it, he stroked whatever was in there and muttered the acting words then disappeared.
Shrugging, Wufei opened his box and did the same. Once he was gone, Duo was alone. He was still excited, but kind of scared. Pasting on his trademark manic grin, he stuck his hand into his grey box and pulled out a curled form. Making out a small humanoid back. He brought up one hand and carefully stroked it. The form uncurled to reveal a handsome face. It was a male...something, with swirling blue eyes and a small smirk. The body had two leathery black wings and wore a deep purple tunic. The blue eyes flashed red a moment.
"What's up?" said a tiny voice, the miniature boy's mouth moving. Duo mouthed the required words and the boy sent him a grin much like his own. As Duo stared in shock, he felt a pull at his navel and was dragged into a void. A moment later he fell with a thud on something soft and firm, stunned. He groaned, then opened one blue-violet eye. The first thing he saw was a kindly old face. The face talked.
"Welcome to Hogsmeade, Mr. Maxwell."
***Tsuzuku or TBC***
(Narrator's POV)
Harry stopped and stared at the odd assortment before him. Dumbledore hadn't been kidding. "Uh, hi?" Harry said nervously. He grinned. "Hullo Hermione, Ginny, Terry, Susan."
"Hey, Harry," the chorused.
"This is the great Harry Potter? What a joke. I didn't know that the Boy- Who-Lived wore such rags," said an unfamiliar voice. Harry turned to meet the ice blue eyes of an unknown blond, and blushed in shame. Hermione and Ginny jumped to his defense.
"I'll have you know that Harry has fought and beaten Lord Voldemort more times than you can say 'I wish I were him'!" Hermione said heatedly.
"And Harry has more money than you'll every see in both of your lifetimes. He just chooses not to flaunt it like Malfoy!" Ginny snapped.
"Figures," said a familiar, taunting voice. It sent shivers that were not altogether unpleasant down Harry's back. He turned to the source of the condescending statement.
"Malfoy," he said cooly, trying not to fall over in pleased surprise at Draco's new look. The new image almost took his breath away. To preserve his sanity, he looked away and spotted Pansy and Blaise. "I see you can't go anywhere without Parkinson and Zabini, hm?"
"Stuff it, Potter. I didn't know who would be here anymore than you did," Draco said, surprisingly neutral. Harry's eyes narrowed.
"Is that so?" he said, eyeing Draco warily. He turned his emerald gaze to the unknown blond to Draco's right. "Who's this?" Draco shrugged.
"I," said the long-haired blond, "am--"
"A royal pain in the arse!" Hermione snapped. "Just tell us your ruddy name and be quiet!" Harry, Ginny, and several others stared at the usually quiet girl.
"Uh, I am Mitchell Pemberton," the blond said, gulping. After a moment he regained some confidence. "I will be a prince of an entire European country in my next life," he announced. Harry stared.
"He's been talking to Treloony," Ginny informed him. "The bat told him he was royalty. He's been insufferable since."
"Didn't you tell him what she says?" Harry asked.
"Of course, Harry. But he seems to cling to his opinion of her. He'll learn soon enough. Divination is a required class for this summer programme," Hermione said.
Harry sighed, looking annoyed, and fingered something under his oversized grey shirt. Draco's eyes followed Harry's fingers closely, trying to get a glimpse of whatever was under his shirt.
Right when Mitchell prepared to say...something, an owl flew into their midst and landed on his head. Mitchell immediately swatted at it.
"Get off my hair, you over grown carrion bird! Do you have any idea how long it took for me to straighten it?! Curls are a bitch! You're lucky I'll have straight hair in my other life!" Mitchell snapped. The owl pecked him, then flew over and landed on the trolley Draco sat on.
Draco lightly stroked the owl while he untied a previously unseen letter from it's leg. The owl sat patiently as he opened the letter and skimmed the dark green writing. "It's from Dumbledore," he said.
Harry, Draco, the rest of you, Change of plans. Forget the original instructions. I have decided you will all head to Hogsmeade by way of the train tracks. Be in the Three Broomsticks by 3pm. I have some foreign students coming in that will need some guidance. I thank you for your help.
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. As a reward, I think I will allow you all full access to Hogsmeade in whatever freetime you have. The village has already been warded against Voldemort as much as I could manage and I do not believe it would be fair to stop my students from enjoying life on account of some half-blood wizard with a vendetta against Harry Potter and I. My thanks again.
A. B.
"So, we're to go to Hogsmeade?" Ginny asked.
"Obviously, Weaselette," Draco drawled. Ignoring the others, he started for the station. The others look at each other, then followed.
***
(Duo POV)
"Gonna check the mail! Gonna check the ma~il!" Duo Maxwell sang as he skipped to the safehouse mailbox. He reached for the opening when a strange sound stopped him. Sounds like a...bird? The strange sound came again. Suddenly, a large snowy owl landed on the mailbox. Duo stared, then noticed the thick stack of letters attached to its leg.
"That heavy?" Duo asked softly , inching toward the owl. It hooted. Almost like it understands me. Sorta like Harry Potter. Duo untied the letters and glanced at them. The first one said.
Duo Maxwell aka Daniel Cassell
Safehouse, undisclosed location
Room with Heero, left bed
AC 196, the future
Hm? Curious. Duo sifted through to the third one. It said:
Quatre Raberba Winner
Safehouse, undisclosed location
Room with Trowa, left bed
AC 196, the future
Whoever this guy is, he's got alot of info on us. And how did they get this address? Duo moved to the next one.
Trowa Barton aka Triton Bloom
Safehouse, undisclosed location
Room with Quatre, left bed
AC 196, the future
Duo was about to look the next one when one piece of info caught his eye. Quatre, left bed. Trowa, left bed. Aren't there two beds in that room? "Hm. Interesting.." Duo murmured. He was dragged out of his thoughts by another hoot from the owl. "Gomen ne, little owl. Though you're very presence on this colony is impossible, I plan to take care of you." He petted the snow white feathers of the owl, then headed inside.
"Guys! Mail's here!" he called. No answer. "Guys?" Duo moved into the entry hall, then the kitchen. "Quat? Trowa?"
"Over here, Maxwell," came Wufei's voice. Duo turned to the sound and froze, then stared. And stared. And...OhMyGod, stared.
There, on the kitchen floor, was spread the colorful mat used for Twister. The real shocking thing was that on the mat, in various states of undress, and curled into impossible positions, was Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei and Trowa Barton. Duo..stared. (A/N: We weren't expecting that! O.o)
"Wha-what are you doing?" Duo stuttered.
"Playing Strip Twister," Quatre answered. He was on a kitchen chair, the spinner in his lap. He only wore bright yellow boxers.
"Why're you almost naked?" Duo asked.
Quatre blushed. "I lost against Trowa," he said. His blush deepened. "That boy can bend in amazing ways."
"Speaking from first hand experience, ne?" Duo said. Quatre's blush turned a violent shade. "Anyway, we got mail. It came by owl." The other Gundam pilots stared at him, too used to his antics to take him seriously. "No, really!" he cried. "Look!" Behind him, the snowy owl flew in and landed on Duo's shoulder. "See?"
The other boys stared in astonishment at the bird. A bird on L4 colony? "Where'd it come from?" Quatre asked, standing.
"Don't know," Duo said, shrugging. While he and Quatre talked, Trowa, Heero and Wufei untangled themselves and stood. Heero only wore his black spandex shorts, the expanse of his muscled chest revealed. Wufei still had on his navy blue tank top and white slacks, but was noticably missing his coat and belt. Trowa was still fully clothed, but for a reason Duo would never fathom but was sure involved Quatre, he wore cute off blue jeans that revealed most of his toned legs. Duo drooled as he stared at the stretching bishounen. I've died and gone to heaven.
After slipping on his green tank top, Heero said, "Give me the letters." Duo, used to Heero's leadership, obeyed. Though Quatre was the heart of the group, and all the Doctors considered him leader, Heero was usually the one to control alll security measures, ie; letters from unknown sources. The Gundam Pilots Perfect Soldier examined the envelopes thoroughly, but would not open them. He moved to the basement stairs where they kept all their technology. The other boys followed.
Once they were all there, Heero tossed the stack of letters to Trowa. "Crossexamine them," he said. Trowa obeyed, doing a more thorough check than even Heero had. He tossed them back to Heero.
"Clear as well as I can see," Trowa said. Heero's eyes narrowed at the vague answer, and the other pilots immediately knew the examination would take longer. But even Duo didn't mind. He stuck just as rigidly as the others to safety protocol. He didn't want to die a virgin.
Heero moved to a corner of the room, where they kept a scanner. He put each envelope in it seperately and scanned them. After about three minutes he rejoined the others and handed them each an envelope. "Hn," he said. Translation: Open them.
Duo hurried to open his. The first thing that struck him as strange was the seal at the top of the stationary, It depicted a shield with a lion, a snake, a badger and a raven on it. He was sure he'd seen it before.
"Hey Duo, isn't this seal from one of your old vids? You know, the ones with that Daniel Radcliffe kid?" Quatre asked.
Duo looked closer at the now naggingly familiar seal. "Yeah, I kinda remember now..." he mumbled. He searched his memory. "Oh yeah! This is the seal for Hogwarts!"
"Hogwarts?" Trowa asked quietly. Heero and Wufei nodded to his question, showing that they too wanted to know.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Duo said excitedly. "It's the world of Harry Potter! It's too cool!"
"I agree, though I've only seen Harry Potter and the Defeat of Lord Voldemort," Quatre said.
"Naw. The best one is Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, even though they kill a major character," Duo said. Quatre shrugged. He hadn't seen that one.
"Why are we receiving letters from a series of books, vids and merchandise created almost 400 years ago?" Wufei asked. Everyone else shrugged and continued to open their letters. Duo squealed happily and turned to them.
"I'll read it aloud," he said.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFTand WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chief Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Duo Maxwell,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find
enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
This is a summer trial programme and includes time travel.
If you do not like roller coasters, I suggest you do not accept.
Your absence will be noted, as well as the absence of your bile.
Term begins August 1st. We await your owl by no later than
July 31st. In your case, immediately.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva Mcgonagall
Minerva Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmistress
P.S. Please find enclosed a portkey in the shape of your new
familiar. If you accept, stroke the port key softly and say, roughly,
'Isn't it adorable?' and you will be brought to Hogsmeade to meet
some students also in our summer programme. Hope to see you
soon.
M.M.
"Whoa," muttered Duo. He pulled out the list the letter mentioned. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear this was real..."
"Oh, kawaii!" came a cry from Quatre. The other pilots turned to see the small blond bent over a side table, something in front of him.
"What is it, Q-man?" Duo asked.
Quatre picked something up and held it out for the others to see. They gasped, It was a miniature fairy, beautiful, with short blonde hair and a cute smile. She moved with the grace of the Middle World. "Isn't she adorable!" The other pilots tensed, falling into their fighting stances. Duo quickly assessed the situation, noting the gray box tipped on it's side on the table, empty.
"Quatre, angel, put it down," Trowa said softly but sternly.
"Why?" Quatre asked curiously. He tilted his head cutely, causing all the pilots to momentarily forget the problem. It all came rushing back when Quatre reached up to touch the fairy. The pilots stared, not quite registering what was happening. Then...
"Quatre, no!" Heero cried, in a rare show of emotion. But he was too late. Quatre's hand continued to move toward the fairy. He carefully stroked her tunic clad back, and she purred loudly. A split second later, they were gone.
"K'so!" Heero muttered. Beside him, Trowa stared at the spot where Quatre had last stood. Searching the room quickly, he found a pair of his customary blue jeans and changed from his cutoffs right in front of them. Slipping back into his shoes, he moved back to the table. Finally, he grabbed Quatre's letters and the box the fairy had come in, then shoke his envelope to find a small grey box. Opening it, he stuck his hand in and pulled out what looked like a lion, but had the wings of a bird and other changes.
"A gryphon," Wufei breathed. Moving to the middle of the room, Trowa gave each boy a piercing look with his visible green eye, then reached up and stroked the mythical creature between its wings, muttering something. In a blink of an eye, the jade eyed pilot was gone too.
"We have to follow them," Wufei said. "Yuy?"
"Ninmu, ryoukai," said Heero. He left the boys and headed upstairs. When he returned he carried Quatre's quaterstaff, a long piece of wood finished with ebony. In his other hand he had Trowa's automatic, his own automatic, Duo's throwing knifes and dagger, and Wufei's twin katanas. Strapped to his side was his legendary laptop. (A/N: Dell. The company of the future.)
"I've secured the Gundams and tightened security. I suspect we will be gone awhile. I left an away message for the Doctors," Heero said. He threw Wufei his swords and Trowa's gun. Then he tossed Duo Quatre's quaterstaff and his knifes and dagger. He slipped his own gun in a side holster. Adjusting his tank top, Heero reached into the envelope and removed the grey box. Sticking his hand in it, he stroked whatever was in there and muttered the acting words then disappeared.
Shrugging, Wufei opened his box and did the same. Once he was gone, Duo was alone. He was still excited, but kind of scared. Pasting on his trademark manic grin, he stuck his hand into his grey box and pulled out a curled form. Making out a small humanoid back. He brought up one hand and carefully stroked it. The form uncurled to reveal a handsome face. It was a male...something, with swirling blue eyes and a small smirk. The body had two leathery black wings and wore a deep purple tunic. The blue eyes flashed red a moment.
"What's up?" said a tiny voice, the miniature boy's mouth moving. Duo mouthed the required words and the boy sent him a grin much like his own. As Duo stared in shock, he felt a pull at his navel and was dragged into a void. A moment later he fell with a thud on something soft and firm, stunned. He groaned, then opened one blue-violet eye. The first thing he saw was a kindly old face. The face talked.
"Welcome to Hogsmeade, Mr. Maxwell."
***Tsuzuku or TBC***