Disclaimer: I do not own GW/HP characters so don't sue me!
Summary: GW/HP. Harry discovers an older brother he thought he lost on that fateful day, more mysteries are discovered along the way.
"..."Talking
'...'Thinking
#...#Japanese
(...) Authors Notes
...Sorting Hat
...Telepathy
(A/N: Quick Author's note the Pairings are 1x2 of course, 3x4 and 5xHP we Meaning Shinigami's ShadowTenshi no Hikaru and Mage-Alia have decided to do a WufeixHarry pairing, so deal with it and no flames please!)
Last Time------------
"Do not speak ill of him or else." Wufei said coldly.
"And if you do..."Quatre added
"Well tell Heero." Trowa finished, "And Heero is A LOT worse us and death just to tell you." With those words, Seamus bolted out of the common room. The three looked at Harry and Ron,
"Well that went well didn't it?"
Present Time
The next morning a grouchy Harry, a sympathizing Ron and the trio of pilots all descended the stairs from the dorms to find Hermione ranting over a piece of paper stuck on the message board left there by the Weasley twins. They were looking for testers for their jokes among the first years and the ploy wasn't doing much to for the sanity of their newest fifth year prefect. She stomped over to them as they made toward the portrait hole.
"They are the limit!" Hermione groused ill temperedly as she joined them at the portrait hole. The crumpled poster in her grasp from when she'd ripped it down. "We have to talk to them Ron."
Quatre, Trowa and Wufei could only watch as the red haired boy's eyes widened in panic.
"Why?" he managed to gasp out.
"Because we're prefects!" Hermione stamped her foot righteously as she waited with Harry for the others to exit the tower. "It's up to us to stop this kind of thing!" Ron's ears went red as he wisely kept his mouth shut, Harry knew that a confrontation with the terrible two was the last thing he wanted. Quatre leaned over to Harry as they set off down the hall.
"From what I gather there's something going on between those two, what exactly are they to each other?" Harry stared at him blankly for a moment before he realized what Quatre had said. Without really thinking he snickered.
"Well…" He began as he stared at the backs of his two best friends before he looked back at the blonde Arabian. "They've been in love with each other for ages." He confided in a low voice. "But they are the only people in the school who can't see it. There's even betting pools on when they'll get together set up by some of the students in the other houses." Quatre gave him a vaguely bemused look before he blinked slowly and began to smile in a way that would be considered predatory on any other human's face but Quatre's.
"You shouldn't have told him that." Harry jumped as Wufei's voice came from out of nowhere. He whipped around to see that the dark eyed pilot had moved up beside him, unnoticed while he'd been chatting with Quatre. Now that he thought about it though, he realized that all of his brother's friends walked that way. Mentally shrugging he let the thought go. 'Must have been a skill they needed in the war.' He mused before bringing his attention back to Wufei.
"Tell him what?" he enquired, meeting Wufei's eye as he nodded in Quatre's direction.
"Telling him of your friend's situation. Winner has the ability to feel other's emotions and more often than not he decides to play matchmaker." The stiff tone in his voice told Harry immediately what Wufei thought of this. A slight smile came to his face at the mental image of Quatre dragging Wufei toward some random girl and leaving him there. The funny little mental image was lost however when Hermione looked away from her argument with Ron and Zeroed in on him.
"Anyway, Harry, what's up?" She asked as they took the stairs to the floor below. The three pilots kept one ear on the conversation as they memorized the way back to the hall, looking for landmarks that didn't move, and ignoring the curious glances of the portraits that meandered through their frames. "You looked really angry about something when you came down to the common room today."
Ron jumped at the chance to change to conversation.
"Seamus recons Harry's lying about You-Know-Who." Ron said quickly as Harry's stormy mood returned. Behind them Quatre winced as the indignant rage swept through the hallway. The presence of magic had only heightened his space heart, or Empathy, as it was known by most. He peered at Harry's face and found it showing no visible sign that he was upset. Instead he looked resigned. Hermione however genuinely sighed in resignation, not the reaction Harry had been expecting, but a reaction all the same.
"Lavender thinks so too." She said a little wearily.
"Been talking to her about whether or not I'm an attention seeking little prat?" Harry's voice carried a coolness that went right over Ron and Hermione, unnoticed. The other two pilots however, did recognize it and joined Quatre listening in on the conversation properly.
"No." Hermione said in the same gloomy tone. It lifted though as she continued on calmly.
"I told her to keep her big fat mouth shut about you, actually." There was a moment where the only sounds came from their footsteps and the muttering of the portraits as Harry suddenly smiled slightly. Quatre sighed almost imperceptibly as the mood lightened.
"Thanks Hermione." Harry said softly, the golden boy mask back in place. Hermione gave him a mixed look.
"You're welcome, but don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the end of term feast last year?" She looked at them only to have the five males in her presence staring at her blankly. She rolled her eyes in exasperation as they made their way toward the marble staircase.
'Honestly,' she thought. 'Quatre, Trowa and Wufei I understand… but Harry and Ron?'
"About You-Know-Who." She continued with what she'd been saying previously. "He said his 'gift for spreading discord and enminity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust – '"
"How do you remember stuff like that?" Asked Ron, looking at her in a mix of awe and irritation. Awe that she remembered nearly everything and irritation that she just had to quote it back to them.
"I listen Ron." Hermione waved her hand in a slightly dismissive gesture.
"So do I, but I still couldn't tell you exactly what – " Hermione cut him off almost immediately, her growing irritation swirled around her in Quatre's vision.
"My point," Hermione burst out loudly, getting back to their original topic, "is that this sort of thing is exactly what Dumbledore was talking about. You –Know-Who's only been back two months and we've already started fighting among ourselves, and the sorting hat's warning was the same: stand together, be united – "
"And Harry got it right last night," retorted Ron as they stepped off the marble stair case and started for the hall. "If that means we're supposed to get all matey with the Slytherin's – fat chance." He broke off his rant when a cough came from behind them and they span around, only to find a particular pair of Slytherin's behind them.
"So what are we?" Duo asked liltingly. "Chopped liver?" He and Heero stood side by side, their arms crossed over their chest's as they looked at the red head with piercing gazes. The red head shuffled his feet looking abashed, his face bright red as he remembered Harry's older brother.
"Well, I think it's a pity we're not trying for a bit of inter-house unity." Hermione nodded resolutely to herself as she span and headed for the great hall. The gundam pilots all looked at each other and made their equivalent of a shrug before Duo dropped his defensive stance and moved to talk animatedly with Harry while Heero went to the others to get their assessments of Gryffindor tower. As Duo and Harry got closer to the hall they came alongside a group of fourth year Ravenclaws. Duo snorted when they looked at him fearfully and gathered around themselves in a tighter huddle.
"Yeah, we really ought to be trying to make friends with people like that." Duo voiced Harry's thoughts in a dry, sarcastic tone. Harry snorted in amusement.
"So, how was your first night with the Slytherins?" he asked as they slowed down to let the Ravenclaws rush pas them and into the great hall. Duo shrugged and put his hands behind his head as he replied.
"Alright I guess…" He said in a neutral tone. "They got a fetish for green though, it's everywhere!" The latter comment had been said with a lot more enthusiasm. "The first thing I did was charm my bed black and don't get me started on our dorm mates! There's this stuffy little asshole and two fucking gorillas, I swear, if you say hi they just blink – " Harry laughed at Duo's animated, if crude, description of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.
They entered the great hall and spit up, Duo joining Heero at the end of the Slytherin table before promptly beginning to pester Harry's brother. The Boy-Who-Lived looked up at the head table as he sat down and noticed Professor Grubby-Plank sitting by the Astronomy teacher, Professor Sinistra, chatting away. Hagrid's absence seemed painfully obvious, making Harry's mood plummet once more. The enchanted ceiling of the great hall echoed his gloomy temperament, coating the sky in steal gray clouds that hung above with the ever present threat of rain.
"Dumbledore still hasn't announced that Hagrid isn't here," he noted neutrally, and he hasn't said how long that Grubby-Plank woman will be staying." Wufei looked up from his quiet conversation with Quatre.
"Maybe he does not wish to draw attention to your friend's absence?" Wufei reasoned logically. Harry looked at his thoughtfully as he met Hermione's gaze across the table.
"It's possible." She shrugged. Harry frowned and Ron remained silent, still put off by the incident earlier. Harry was just about to talk again when they spotted a tall, dark skinned girl heading toward their section. She saw them and moved faster, her long braid swinging behind her as she walked.
"Hi Angelina." Harry greeted as she stopped behind Wufei.
"Hi," Her tone was slightly more formal than Harry's. "Good summer?" Harry opened his mouth to answer but snapped it shut again when Angelina ploughed on, "Listen, I've been made Gryffindor Quidditch Captain." She said shortly.
"Nice one: Harry smiled at her brightly. He was thinking that after the last captain, Oliver Wood, no one would be that bad at the position, especially if they knew not to use long pep talks before matches.
"Yeah, well, we need a new keeper now Oliver's left. Tryouts are on Friday at five O'clock and I want the whole team there, alright? Then we can see how the new person'll fit in."
"Ok." Harry said politely. Angelina smiled at him and nodded once to everyone else before she departed.
"I'd forgotten Wood had left," Hermione said vaguely from her place on the other side of the table. "I suppose that will make quite a difference to the team?" She took a bite out of the piece of toast she'd been holding. Harry shrugged.
"I guess." Ron remained quiet.
A few minute later there was a veritable roar of sound as hundreds of owls soared into the hall. The pilots had been all tensed before they realized it had just been the mail. It was one of the few things they'd been unable to really adjust to. The normally nocturnal birds all scattered toward their owners, dropping packages and letters as well as water. The storm had finally broken outside and it was pounding down on the castle like there was no tomorrow. Harry looked carefully at the flocks of owls, but there was no flash of white or gold for that matter. The newest additions to his little family of animals hadn't been seen for days and he was beginning to wonder when the three fledgling phoenixes would show up again… if they even wanted to.
He wasn't surprised at Hedwig's absence though. The only person he spoke with other than Heero was Sirius and he somehow doubted that anything news worthy had happened in the twenty-four hours since he'd last seen his godfather. Hermione however, put aside her breakfast when a soggy barn owl landed beside her with a damp copy of the Daily Prophet in it's beak. She paid the owl and it flew off as she peeled apart the pages, cast a drying charm and vanished behind it, but not before catching the dirty look Harry had thrown at it. She rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.
"Know thy enemy, Harry." She said exasperatedly. "I'm keeping an eye out for articles." She went back to flicking through the paper while Harry finished breakfast. Hermione reappeared when it was time to leave. Folding the paper under her arm she shook her head.
"Nothing?" Harry asked, slightly mocking.
"Nothing." Hermione confirmed in a hot tone. "Nothing at all about you or Dumbledore or anything else for that matter." Harry thought it over while Professor McGonagall walked by, handing out timetables to the fifth years. It was around then that Ron came out of his rut.
"Look at today!" he moaned pitifully. "History of magic, Double potions, Divination and Double Defense Against the Dark Arts… Binns, Snape, Trelawney and that Umbridge woman all in one day! I wish Fred and George would get those skiving snack boxes sorted…" true to form he'd opened his mouth, complained, then put his foot in it, and all within hearing distance of the twins AND Hermione. Harry couldn't help but feel it was going to be a very long day.
So how did everyone like that? I'm sorry this chapter was so late but I really wasn't having a very good run of Luck. Parents and School are two of the worst things when it comes to forcing a fan fiction writer off track.
Oh well, I better get started on a different story; I have so much work to do!
Cya
