Hey there! Sorry for the long wait, but you wouldn't believe the incredibly bad luck I have! To most people this would sound like a total lie and stupid excuse, but I live in Florida and we were hit by horricane Charley and tropical depression Bonnie, and my house isn't looking to good. Plus, last Friday, when it hit, power went out and just came back on about three days ago. But not the cable. And my internet runs off of cable, so I finally got that back a yesterday.
So in celebration of the event, I finished typing up this chapter! Oh, and I typed chapter 3 of Waiting To Tell You. I'm trying to update everything, but it's hard, and I still have a lot of cleaning the do. The neighborhood is in shambles.
Anyway, I'm dedicating this chapter to all the reviewers who noticed this quick little piece of work. First off:
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Title: Home
Author: Miaka Kennyuuki
Category: Gundam Wing/Harry Potter X-over
Genre: Action/Adventure, Humor
Pairings: None this time, only bonds of close friendship
Warnings: language, Shounen ai hints
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Shin Kodousenki Gundam Wing or Harry Potter. Both are the property of Hajime Yatate and J.K. Rowlings respectively. Copyright infringement not intended.
Chapter Warning: Most of this is common knowledge about Harry Potter, so skim it until you get to the new parts. I'll mark them for you with a [X].
Chapter One: Hogwarts: A History aka The Pink Panther Appears
"Harry Potter was known to the wizarding world as the Boy-Who-Lived, because when he was a child, his parents, freedom fighters James and Lily Potter, died at the hands of the evil lord Voldemort and he survived the curse that killed them. There was something about a scar, but that's not important," Quatre began.
"Anyway, during Harry's sixth year, the final battle between him and Voldemort – Voldemort held a grudge against him because of his survival – Harry finally defeated Voldemort. He finished his sixth year, went on to his seventh year, graduated, married – though Miss Arina didn't say to whom – and had children.
"[X] After he graduated, the Headmaster of Hogwarts died, and it was brought to light that Hogwarts was the property of the Slytherin family, and was built on Slytherin land. According to the legend of the founders, all four agreed that the perfect spot was in Scotland, and Salazar Slytherin was the only one who had property there.
"So Hogwarts was thrown into this big controversy with the Ministry of Magic, people popping up with claims to the Slytherin line and Hogwarts. Some of the claims were actually valid, but most were just desperate bids to own the castle that was renowned around the world as the greatest school of magic.
"One day, while searching through old family documents, Harry Potter came across a tapestry that followed the lineage of his family, on both sides. He discovered that he was directly related to Salazar Slytherin on his mother's side and that made him the Heir of Slytherin. His spouse – still unknown – pushed him into vocalizing his claim.
"It caused quite an uproar in the wizarding world, finding out that their Savior was actually the Heir of Slytherin. Many people lost respect for him, thinking him evil. Especially the ones who went to school with him. It caused him to become quite downhearted and the only thing that kept him going was his children and his spouse.
"Finally, after almost one hundred years of this treatment, the wizarding world settled down, and Harry Potter died. His son - name unknown – saw what the people and Hogwarts had done to his father, and after 50 years he closed down the school. His daughter started it up again 30 years later, but after finding the diaries of both her grandfather and father, stating what Hogwarts had done to them, she closed it down again and renamed it the Castle.
"She died and the Castle went to the Potters French cousins, the Pottiers, and has been in its family since then." Quatre took a deep breath and let it out. "So, what do you think?"
"Sounds pretty political. Everything happened simply because of one guys bloodline," said Duo. "Me and Hee-chan heard an even better story from Miss Lupis. We..." Before Duo could continue, a knock came at the door. Trowa went to answer it. One of the maids of the hotel stood there.
"'Scuse me, sirrahs. But me boss says there's a message waitin' for ye in the lobby, and ta come quickly," she said, her thick Scottish brogue slurring the words.
"Thank you, miss," Quatre said politely, and stood. The maid left. He turned back to the other boys. "I think a message only warrants one of us. Who would like to go?"
"Allow me," said Wufei, standing. "I shall be back soon." With that, he left.
"Wonder what's in the message," Duo said. "Maybe the Docs finally found us."
"You might be right. We can only hope Heero's trail holds true. I'm not worried, though. He's never let us down," Quatre said. "Except for that one time in Bangladesh..."
"That was at the beginning of the war," Heero growled, actually almost pouting. The group laughed.
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Wufei arrived in the lobby in less than five minutes and immediately headed to the information desk. Attending the desk was a short blonde woman with bright blue eyes and an easy smile. Her nametag read 'Sandry.'
"May I help ye, sirrah?" she said, her brogue also thick but a bit more cultured.
"A maid came earlier and said something about a message?" Wufei asked.
"Oh, yes, sir. I have it right here. From a Miss Peacecraft-Dorlian, it be," Sandry said, pointing at the name on the envelope she handed him. Wufei took it and opened it, skimming the contents. His breath caught, and he read through it a second time more slowly.
"No..." he whispered, face pale, shaking his head in denial.
"You alright, sirrah?" Sandry asked, watching Wufei with concern and bewilderment. Wufei could only shake his head, staring at the missive in his hand.
Dearest Heero (And the rest of you),
How are you? I heard you went to Scotland to look at a home.
The hell she did, Wufei thought sarcastically.
How is it there? I looked at some brochures on the plane and it sounds like such a plebeian place. But I guess Maxwell convinced you. I know it's his 'scene' or what ever it is those ruffians call it.
Wufei glared at the letter, the insult to Duo feeling like a slight upon himself. The five pilots were like brothers, and comments such as this were never taken lightly. As his rage rose, one line in particularly caught him. On the plane? Surely she hadn't...
Anyway, Doro and I decided to take a little vacation and come visit you. It has been ever so dull at the palace, what with all these peace talks and such. We agreed that it was time to take a vacation, hopefully an extended one...
"No," Wufei muttered, aghast. She was bringing the freaky eyebrow onna with her?!
Milliardo, as you know, has reassumed the place of ruler of Sanq while I am Vice Foreign Minister[1], and he insisted that I bring Miss Lucrezia Noin and Miss Sally Po with me...
"No!" Wufei breathed. The military brat and the doctor?! Had his world crumbled around him?
We were going to bring Mariemeia, but it was decided that she was too young...
"Bless you, Nataku," Wufei murmured.
Luckily, we managed to convince Miss Hilde Schbeiker to come. She might be an ex-Oz soldier, but she wanted to see Duo, so I brought her along.
"Oh shit," Wufei whispered. "Duo is not going to like this." It was well known among the boys that though Duo had had a small friendship with the Schbeiker girl during the war so she would aid him, the fact that she'd turned into a hyper Relena made her someone he avoided at all costs.
We arrived on the 31st of August, around 4:13pm, and we couldn't seem to find you anywhere. I instructed Pargan to find any hotels owned by Winner Enterprises Incorporated and leave this missive. Once he has discovered your whereabouts, he shall return to me and lead me to you. Hopefully we will be together soon, my love. Until then, sit tight and don't let that L2 boy get too close to you. You don't know what he may have contracted.
Love you always,
Your Darling Relena
P.S. All the rest of you...Hi.
Wufei stared at the letter in disbelief for several moments, then looked up into Sandry's frightened eyes. "Miss Sandry?" he whispered.
"Yes, sir?" Sandry answered, a bit alarmed.
"Has three blonde women and a woman with dark, almost purplish black hair checked in anytime since yesterday?" he asked, folding the dreaded letter and slipping it into his pocket.
Sandry looked thoughtful. "Actually, sir, I seem to remember just such a group not thirty minutes ago, saying something about freshening up before going to look for 'her hero' or something. They said something about knowing he was here," she said.
"Shit," Wufei swore. He thought fast. "Miss Sandry, I want you to erase all hotel information pertaining to a Mr. Quatre Winner, a Mr. Duo Maxwell, a Mr. Heero Yuy, a Mr. Chang Wufei, and a Mr. Trowa Barton from your computer."
"I can't just do that, sirrah," she said nervously.
"Yes you can. Quatre Winner owns this building, and unless you want to be out of a job, do as I say," Wufei said. "Please. You seem like I nice lady. I would not want to see you fired." Normally Wufei would never conduct himself with such dishonor, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and it was an unspoken agreement that desperate measures sometimes went against one's teachings.
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir," Sandry said. She grinned at me. "I saw that line in a movie."
Wufei smiled back, then bowed to her. "Thank you, Miss Sandry. May Nataku watch over you and keep you safe." With that parting shot, he dashed for the stairs. The others would want this news right away.
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"Motherfucking hell!" Duo cried, kicking one of the hotel chairs. "How in Hades name did that bitch find us?"
"She is the Queen of the World, Duo. I'm sure she has her ways," Trowa said calmly, though he too was ready to pull out his hair.
"I know, Tro. But Goddammit!" Duo yelled. Then he grinned. "But she ain't the Queen anymore. Old Zechsinator is the King of Sanq now."
"And Zechs is the bastard who allowed that silly chit to go!" Wufei said, grimacing. "The sheer unfairness and dishonor in that alone makes me wonder how one such as he even presumes to rule over his subjects well."
Duo laughed. "If I didn't already know you were nobility on L5, Wu, I would have figured it by now," he said. "You got all holier-than-thou for a minute there."
"Zechs also allowed Miss Relena to bring Dorothy," Quatre said. The entire group did a full body shudder at that. The forked eyebrow girl freaked them all out. "I am beginning to think I should send a few delegates to usurp the throne. His decisions in so far have not been wise."
"Nothing is ever wise when it comes to Relena," Wufei muttered. Duo and Quatre laughed. Heero glared stonily at the wall, not saying anything. Of course, Duo couldn't accept that.
"What's your take on this, Hee-chan? You happy Queen Bitch has arrived to continue her ever impossible quest of sinking into you by clinging to your arm?" he joked, nudging Wing's pilot. It actually got Heero moving. Moving enough to pack, anyway.
"Gather your things. We must avoid the enemy at all costs," he said, his voice cold. "Winner, has the transaction for the Castle gone through?"
"I got the printout this morning. Heero, what..." Quatre began.
"We are going to the Castle. There is plenty of space. Relena doesn't know of it yet." He filled his duffel bag with his meager belongings, laptop, and neatly folded new robe.
"We hope," Duo muttered. "If the Pink Panther found us in Scotland, she can find out that we bought the Castle."
"True enough. But Yuy is right. We should be safe there for at least another day or two," Wufei defended. "But we have to hurry. Miss Sandry said that Relena spoke of freshening up not to long ago. She could be coming downstairs at anytime."
"Then let's haul ass, guys!" Duo cried, frantically filling his duffel bag. His every day clothes were thrown in haphazardly, his new robes folded and placed neatly. "Let's rock n' roll."
"I am ready," Trowa said.
"Ready," Wufei confirmed.
"Hn," Heero said.
"I am ready to go. Let's take my car, not the rental. The rental can be traced," Quatre said. He led the way himself out of their hotel room to the lobby. They froze, scanning the large, exposed space for Relena, before hurrying across the expanse and out the front door.
"We're checking out, Miss Sandry!" Wufei called, waving as he jogged past. Sandry only nodded, perplexed.
The group of boys entered the hotel garage and located the rental car, a Dodge Caravan, and Quatre's car, a black Jeep Rangler. "Hop in, guys," he said, throwing his bag in the back and slipping into the front seat. The others followed suit.
The Jeep was a four-seater, but with the bags and the fact that there were five of them, Wufei, Heero and Duo were squished in the back, Duo ending up half in Heero's lap. Trowa sat in the front with Quatre, who was driving.
"Hold on tight, boys," Quatre said with a grin, then revved the engine, backed up crazily, and literally spun out on the asphalt in the garage before careening onto the street. You wouldn't know it by the look of him, but Quatre had some serious road rage. He drove like a psycho on acid, and enjoyed every minute of it. The only other person who enjoyed Quatre's driving, weirdly, was Wufei. The rest contented themselves with shouting curses.
"Goddammit, Quatre, you could have hit that tree!" Trowa yelled. Quatre had road rage; Trowa had fear of the road. Even with his multi-license to drive just about anything in any condition, Quatre's driving freaked him out.
"Fuck, Q-bean, you took that turn too tight! I coulda fallen out!" Duo yelled.
"Sorry, Duo," Quatre said, taking another turn that turned them on two wheels for a moment or two. Duo pitched forward into Heero's lap.
"Damnit all to a fiery hell and back!" Duo cursed, shruggling to pull himself up. Quatre made on last sharp turn, unfortunately while Duo was still moving, and they had arrived at the Castle. The momentum threw Duo out and he bounced a few times before skidding to a stop about 30 feet from the Jeep.
"Duo!" Quatre cried, hopping out.
"Maxwell, are you all right?" Wufei asked, climbing out. Surprisingly, it was Heero who reached Duo first.
"Injuries?" Heero asked in that familiar flat tone.
"I'm okay, Heero," Duo said, standing and dusting himself off. He began to head for the jeep to retrieve his bag but he cried out and fell to his knees. Heero moved forward and knelt before him. "I think I hurt my ankle," Duo muttered, wincing as he stretched his foot out.
Heero immediately took action, pushing up Duo's pant leg and removing his shoe and sock. He felt over the ankle quickly and deemed it sprained. "You have sprained your ankle. You cannot walk on it for at least a week, and you require medical attention," he stated calmly.
"Don't worry about it, Hee-chan. I've suffered worse during the war. You know that," Duo said, struggling to stand. Quatre, Trowa and Wufei moved forward to help him, worry and guilt overshadowing Quatre's pale face.
"We are not currently engaged in war," Heero said. "We must return to town so you may receive proper medical attention."
"I'm so sorry, Duo! I know I have a driving problem, and..." Quatre began.
"Don't sweat it, Q," Duo chuckled. He turned to Heero. "We can't go back to town. Queen Bitch is there, and she'll spot us."
"If she hasn't already," Wufei muttered. The others nodded.
"Accepted. I will treat you inside," Heero said. He lifted Duo and strode toward the front door of the Castle. Quatre hurried forward to unlock it. Wufei and Trowa gathered their bags, and all five went inside.
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Somewhere deep inside Hogwarts dungeons, three wizards and a witch carefully tended the magical fire under a gigantic cauldron in the center of an empty classroom. The witch, Marcella Thurmond, Slytherin, threw in some dried flobberworms. She stirred carefully, and then backed away.
The first wizard, a young Slytherin of seventeen years, Draco Malfoy, added the lacewing and fairy dust concoction created that very day. The murky black potion flashed for a moment, then turned bright red.
The second wizard, none other than Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldemort, cautiously poured a full vial of phoenix tears into the cauldron. A puff of smoke burst up, and when it dissipated, the contents of the cauldron were a bright white.
"Almost there, Harry," Marcella whispered, taking out her wand and pointing it at the cauldron. Draco did the same. The last wizard, Potion's Master and Hogwarts Professor Severus Snape, waved his wand over the cauldron and a stream of crystalline water fell, purified by whatever elements came from the enchanted piece of wood.
"Are you sure about this, Severus?" Harry asked, eyeing the bubbling cauldron with suspicion. The huge concoction was, supposedly, meant to return the wizarding world to its former state before the reign of Voldemort. Supposedly. Unfortunately, it hadn't been tested. They were throwing stones in the dark.
"Yes, Harry. Now add the last ingredient and cast your shield. You too, Draco, Marcella," Snape said, casting a strong shield around himself to keep out magical influences as well as physical ones, i.e.; steaming hot, unpredictable potion.
Draco and Marcella cast their shields, and Harry brought out his wand and prepared. He reached over the cauldron and let go of the Acromantula leg (given a bit unwillingly), then backed away before it touched the rest of the potion and cast a strong shield on himself and his companions.
The Acromantula leg hit the concoction with a splash, and nothing happened. The assembled group held their breath. Nothing happened for several moments, and then the potion gave a burp and turned clear. The group sighed. It had worked.
"It's done, Severus," Harry murmured, removing the shield protecting all of them.
"I am aware of that, nephew. Must you always state the obvious?" Snape snapped (A/N: giggle), glaring at Harry. Somehow the murderous look didn't carry the same power as it had before. Snape's eyes showed slight amusement and warmth. "Now stop lollygagging and help me levitate this cauldron outside. It is supposed to be poured on the ground and absorbed."
"We know that, Severus," Marcella said, laughing. "We researched the bloody thing, too."
"Five points from Slytherin for cursing in front of a teacher, Ms. Thurmond. Do not let me hear you again," Snape said, smirking. (A/N: Alliteration! ) Marcella pouted and turned back to the cauldron.
"Well, let's get to it, then," she said, waving her wand and muttering a quick "Wingardium Leviosa." The cauldron rose a bit. Draco added his own floating charm to it, and it went up a few more feet. Harry also gave his assistance, and the cauldron reached waist level. Severus waved his wand at the door, and the quartet filed out.
They traveled through the halls of the empty school of magic. It was Christmas hols, and all the students were away except the two Slytherins, a Gryffindor, and some random Hufflepuff no one cared much for. They entered the Entrance Hall, Marcella waving to the Bloody Baron as she passed, and through the front doors onto the lawn. When they were at about the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they stopped.
"Alright, children. At the count, tip the cauldron onto the ground. I will conjure pedestals for you to stand on," said Severus. True to his word, they were all soon standing on white marble pedestals with easily accessible hand holds, "in case you dunderheads fall." "One...." The group trembled. "Two...." Draco's wand wavered. "Three!"
All three young magic folk twirled their wands a bit, causing the cauldron to tip toward the ground. Severus kept his wand pointed at the cauldron just in case, after quickly casting more protection charms. Slowly, the thick concoction dripped from the cauldron into a large clear puddle on the grass. Marcella panicked and conjured a broom, climbing onto it before going back to her task of helping them pour. In the split second her wand had been off the cauldron, it had fallen several feet, drawing gasps from her colleagues. She quickly amended her mistake.
Seeing the merit in her idea, Severus summoned his own Nimbus 2000, Draco's 2001 and Harry's Firebolt. They all mounted, feeling considerably safer in the air. The puddle on the ground had begun to expand and writhe a bit.
"Is it supposed to do that?" Draco asked over the loud popping sounds the potion began making.
"How the bloody hell should we know?!" Marcella said back.
"Five points, Ms. Thurmond," Snape said, anxiously watching the seething potion.
"Sev, it's glowing!" Harry cried, inching back with his broom.
"We can see that, Potter," Draco sniped, fear making him his usual obnoxious self.
"Shove it, Malfoy!" Harry snapped. Draco opened his mouth to answer, but was distracted by the ever increasing bright light coming from the potion. It grew and grew until they couldn't see in front of them, Then with a bright flash, it was gone.
And in its place were ten bedraggled teenagers.
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