Let this be said:

I absolutely adore reviewers. They make me all giddy and happy and feel special.

I especially adore reviewers whose work I am a MAJOR fan of! I'm talking about Stormy1x2, who was the reason I even thought about writing this fic!

Go read her HP/GW crossover! It's great!!

Btw Stormy – thank you for the advice! I'll try it out.

On to Chapter 8!

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After about ten minutes of walking, Heero cursed loudly and doubled back towards the exit to London. After some teasing and ridiculing about his forgetfulness, they all entered an electronics store and bought their supplies.

Hagrid, feeling out of place, waited for them at the entrance of the store with their stuff piled in front of him. He looked rather out of place, but many muggles ignored him as they carried on. The boys were out in under twenty minutes with two laptops, a printer, a scanner, forty pens and forty pencils. All electronics were compact and Heero was very disappointed with his laptop, only because it would never compare with the one he'd left behind… or ahead, or whatever.

Despite this, he was still pleased that the capabilities of these computers weren't TOO ancient – although they were pathetically slow. With a laptop for both him and Duo, a printer for assignments and a scanner for other things Heero was glad the Dermail and Tsuberov of this time were well off. VERY well off.

Trowa and Quatre had gotten the pens and pencils, only because they didn't want to even try writing with a quill. Wufei, who was always the scholarly one, took everything gratefully. Duo felt kind of rotten, turning down what Hagrid had picked up for them (even when it was their money) but the big giant didn't seem to mind too much.

They'd began their trip back to Hogwarts when Quatre turned to Hagrid suddenly. "Is something wrong, Hagrid?"

"What? No, nothin'," Hagrid replied, looking at Quatre curiously. Quatre shrugged.

"You seem worried."

Hagrid laughed. "Oh, that, yeah. I have my first Care o' Magical Creatures class this afternoon, and I'm a bit nervous is all."

"Are we in that?" Trowa asked, eyes shining. It was no secret that he loved animals.

"Yeah, yer startin' tomorrow though. …Ah bollocks! I fergot to get yer owls!"

"Owls?" Duo and Quatre chimed, looking at Hagrid confusedly.

"Yeah, all students're supposed to have their own owls to get their mail and all! I'm fergettin' everythin'!" Hagrid growled, stomping his foot.

"Well, Hagrid, honestly I doubt we'll be receiving any mail. And it's not like we have anyone to send it to," Wufei mused, looking to the others. They nodded in agreement. Hagrid sighed.

"All right… but if yeh end up needin' 'em…"

"Don't worry about it," Duo breezed, grinning. "If we really, really need an owl then we can just steal – borrow someone else's!"

Sighing again, Hagrid shook his head. "Yeh boys… Yer too easy ter please."

The boys chuckled darkly, ignoring the sense of nostalgia stirred up by Hagrid's words.(1)

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Hagrid left them when they reached the entrance of Hogwarts, calling back about a class he had to prepare for. The boys stood in the entryway and looked at each other.

"So. What now?" Duo asked, feeling awkward carrying the results of their shopping.

"Great Hall," Heero suggested. The others nodded.

"You say that as if we know how to get anywhere else," Wufei mused, smiling.

"I'm gonna need a map of this damn place," Duo muttered, moving towards the doors to the hall. "Maybe Harry and his friends are in there and can guide us to the dorm or something."

Trowa pushed open the door with his back, arms full of bags. They spotted Harry and Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table and made their way towards them. Quatre fell next to Ron and smiled brightly.

"Hi!" he chirped. Ron grinned and returned the greeting. Harry's smile turned painful as he watched Quatre. The others frowned at this sudden change in demeanor.

"Harry?" Ron prodded, unnerved by his friend's quick mood swing. Harry didn't reply, just lowered his eyes with that pained look still on his face. He held up his hand when Ron moved toward him, and they all just watched him concernedly. A few moments passed before Harry heaved a sigh and looked up wearily.

"I'm sorry, Quatre. You reminded me of someone who was killed."

Duo frowned. "How did they die?"

Harry's face darkened and the boys set down their stuff and sat at the table, Duo and Trowa climbing over to the other side to sit next to Harry. The story Harry told them disturbed them, and though they had lived through much worse, they felt sympathy towards this innocent boy. A wizard – a dark, evil wizard – had killed his parents. This same wizard had come back and killed a boy named Cedric Diggory in front of Harry, with the same curse he'd used on his parents.

When Harry finished he apologized again for his sudden change in disposition. "Sometimes things trigger my memory and I'm reliving what happened. It doesn't happen often, though."

Duo nodded in understanding. The group stayed silent for a few moments longer, soaking in the details of Harry's story when Ron finally spoke up.

"So what are you lot doing down here with all that stuff?"

Quatre smiled sheepishly. "We don't know how to get back. We were hoping you could show us."

The two boys smiled and nodded, standing. The pilots followed suit and soon the group was leaving the hall and heading through the maze of corridors to their dorm.

Harry muttered a quick "pickled frog" and stepped through into the common room. They walked through the common room quickly, Harry and Ron nodding and smiling at people inside. They led the boys up into their room and opened the door for them so they could get in.

It took them all of ten minutes to get everything put away neatly and orderly. Harry and Ron, shocked at their efficiency, praised them on how excellent they were at unpacking.

"It doesn't matter, Duo and Quatre will have this place looking  like a herd of animals lived in it within the week," Wufei muttered, smirking as the two turned crimson.

"Wufei, that's totally unfair!" Duo protested.

"Yeah, it wasn't our fault we'd been up for over 30 hours!" Quatre added, grumbling. Wufei laughed.

"Gentlemen!" came McGonagall's voice from outside the room. They paused and turned to the doorway, looking expectant as she appeared and looked at them all. "The five of you are to report to the Headmaster's office. He wishes to have a word with you all."

Her message delivered, she turned and made her way back into the common room.

"What the hell did we do now?" Duo asked the room.

A few shrugs were his only answer.

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Jeez. What now? ^^

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(1) Nostalgia because they grew up deprived! With the exception of maybe Quatre, who's probably laughing out of irony or something.