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Angels of Yesterday

By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

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Chapter Two:

She groaned, feeling the pain pull at her when she felt her self coming out of the darkness that had claimed her world. "Heero?" The name came out as a whisper, let out as easily as a breath. Trying to reach up and rub her throbbing head, she felt her arms move unresponsively to her after waiting for the control to return. A type of numbness had swallowed her body and when she tried to move, everything felt like it was filled with lead and heavier than Gundanium.

"Relena?" A gentle touch to her arm that could only be Heero made her flutter her eyes open, trying to see his face once more. At least he would be in heaven with her, right? Unless they were in limbo or something, ready to part. Heero always did say he never would go to heaven.

Groaning once more, she decided that she didn't want to wake up. Life could be so unfair. First, she was off to try and help peace and then…she did. Her skin turned cold and that fact, her many muscles tensing when she realized she would never get to see her friends anymore. She clenched her eyes closed, willing the tears not to come streaming down her face. If she didn't have Heero as her bodyguard, he wouldn't be dead either. 'It's all my fault…I killed him.'

"Relena, I know you're awake. Please, open your eyes."

Sniffling, she shook her head and curled up into a ball, snuggling into the warmth that she knew was Heero. His muscles were tense. "I don't want you to go away." Her arms managed to grab the fabric of his tank top, the threads familiar in her grip, so soft and smooth from years of use.

"Relena…" A ghostly touch of his hands brushing against her head soothed her and she willed herself to obey him, opening her eyes a little bit.

The first thing that assaulted her was the once more throbbing pain of her head and then the second was light, bright light. She clamped her eyes shut again.

"Relena, you have to get up."

"No." Her grip on his shirt tightened. "I don't want you to go away."

He sighed, "Relena," he tried in a gentler tone this time, "I'm not going anywhere."

She opened her eyes at his statement, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the brightness of where they were.

Birds chirped and she realized that she was lying in a rather sprawled out position once she uncurled from her fetal position on small patch of leaves. Looking up, she saw Heero's face. She smiled lightly, moving her head a little bit, which was lying on his lap, while smiling and touching her temple. While looking up, she noted the trail of thin, dried blood running down the side of his face.

"I thought we were dead." Her voice was distant and strange.

Heero looked down at her, face remaining calculating as he assessed their situation and tried to piece together what he remembered and what happened. He saw flashes in his mind—the explosion, her cry, and the fear he felt for the first time. He knew it was too late—that they were going to die.

He turned away, "I thought so to." Her body froze and her face went void of any expression. She took a deep, somewhat shuddered and forced breath as she sat up.

Instantly, she regretted it however. She leaned forward, arms for extra support as she leaned over and tried to collect herself and stop the world from spinning under her legs and arms.

"Are you all right?" Heero knelt down beside her, frowning when he noticed a thin trail of blood. He brought his hand to inspect the wound and sighed in relief when he realized it was nothing serious.

"Heero…" Relena closed her eyes and brought her hand to the back of her head.

His hand stopped her and she turned to look at him, her wrist still in his hand's grip. "Don't touch it, we can't have it get infected." Dumbly nodding, she felt the dizziness slowly fade away.

"Dizzy still?" She shook her head in a negative manner. "Good. You should be feeling better by now." If she weren't, that wouldn't be good.

During the time that they were knocked out, there was always a possibility that an infection could have settled in and he would have to find medications to fight it.

It was his job to protect Relena, both on paper and as a silent whisper between the two. He would get her and him out of this, if not himself, then her alive.

"Heero…where are we? What's going on?" He voice hitched a little bit and she buried her hands into her hair, bowing her head as she let out a sob in confusion. "We died! We…we died!"

He touched her shoulder gently and he could feel the sobs trying to escape her mouth in louder volume than she was giving them run through her lithe body. He pulled her into a hug, letting her cry.

He pulled away when he felt the tears come and lifted her chin and wiped the tear away like he had done so many times before. He looked into her eyes directly and gave her a firm look, "I will protect you, no matter what."

His words of protection, his promise always reminded her of the times he kept true to his word.

Heero Yuy never lied, at least not to her (unless, she noted, it was for her own protection).

Slowly, the tears died away and she nodded. They both had to be strong to get through this. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against his firm chest rippling with muscles corded across his body.

"I trust you." She whispered, her voice carrying through the strange forest they had found themselves in.

"We should try heading that way." Relena followed the direction that Heero pointed at with her eyes. She squinted, looking as far as she could into the distance.

All she could see were trees, not even a clearing that promised freedom from the dense forest they awoke in.

She nodded, standing up with a little difficulty and steadied herself with Heero's offered hand. Holding her hand in his own, the two then set off in the chosen direction, Heero leading the way.

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"We should be nearing the exit of this forest by now." Heero said gruffly, holding a branch of a great pine tree out of the way for Relena to step through without getting hit by it.

"Oh," she stepped through, hearing the tree swing back like a whip after Heero released it and she stepped through. "Thank you." She offered him a smile. Over the past hours, they had been trying to make light of their situation and the growing time.

Luckily, Relena noted that it was before noon that she had regained consciousness so they would hopefully be out of the vast forest before sunset. She shivered to think of what things would come out in this strange forest at night.

Not only once had she seen a glimmer of white dance out of the sight of her vision and, when she turned, the creature was gone. Frowning, she shook the image from her head that made her think it had been a unicorn like the kind in her bed time stories.

She clutched the jacket Heero had given her tighter. At first, she had protested about the jacket and had claimed he needed it more than she since he was only wearing that tank top which didn't keep any chills out, but he said he was used to the cold. That sentence had ended the fight in her. She had to admit though, that the Preventer jackets were nicely made.

Heero glanced back, "You aren't still made about the jacket, are you?" He questioned as he continued walking, slowly pulling the two of them towards the edge of the forest.

Relena shook her head, "I mean, a little bit, but..." She sighed, "Thank you." He shrugged off the thank you from her like he had always done, saying he didn't mind, which she soon began to figured that he really didn't and wasn't saying it just to be nice.

A rustle in the bushes near them met their ears, Heero's sensitive ones before her own.

The couple froze in mid-step and Relena allowed Heero's arm to move her gently behind her more so that whatever would pop out wouldn't be in her line of fire. In the blink of an eye, Heero had his gun removed. Relena was glad that she was no longer on that end of the barrel. The cold look in his eyes returned, saying that he wasn't one to squall with.

The rustling stopped as if the person, or creature, realized that a weapon was being pointed at it.

"Come out right now." Heero clicked off the safety of the gun with a simplest flick of his finger, the gun cocked and loaded. Relena tightened her grip on the jacket and the back of Heero's tank top she had a hold of also.

Now, there was more rustling and Relena could hear the sounds of footsteps as a person slowly emerged from the bushes, arms raised above his head in the means of surrender as he eyed the gun almost fearfully.

Relena began to wonder just where they were. It was almost as if the man had never seen a gun before. And what was with those robes the man was wearing?

"I--I swear that I haven't done anything." The gun didn't waver at all.

"Who are you?" Heero's voice was cold and merciless as he glared at the possible suspect or threat to Relena's safety and his own.

"My…my name is Tom. Tom Marvolvo Riddle." Heero narrowed his eyes, eyeing the person and, after judging him to be no threat, clicked the safety back into place. The man sighed in relief, arms still in the air since the gun was still pointed at him.

"What are you doing here?"

The man looked confused for a moment, as if trying to put words into a sentence and then bit his lower lip. 'Big mistake' Relena noted.

The safety was back off and Heero eyed the person with suspicion as Relena peeped out a little bit to see the person from behind the safety of Heero. She looked him up and down, assessing the situation like what Heero did and to her; it looked like he was a normal civilian.

Even she knew, however, that normal civilians could be dangerous. The Gundam pilots showed that to many people who underestimated them, from muggers to military organizations.

"This is hard to put…" Tom began, "But I felt some strong untamed magic coming from here." Relena raised her eyebrow. Magic?

"Where are we?" Heero questioned, wanting to know the location of the place that the two were currently in. He'd ask the boy about the whole "magic" thing later. Everyone knew that magic wasn't real, or miracles in their world.

"You're in England." The man looked shocked, not really expecting that kind of question from people who should obviously know what soil they were standing on. After all, it's not like you just hop onto a plane and not know where you're going, or be born in a country and not know what nationality you are. "Good ol' England."

Heero and Relena both glanced at one another, a confused look on their face. Their last location before the bomb had blown up was flying near Russia or the tundra and dense forests to be exact.

"Did you not know where you were?"

Heero growled, "What is the year?" He prayed that the boy's answer would be AC 196, that they had somehow strayed off course and just needed to get to the nearest town and vid-phone their friends to set up a pick-up for the two of them.

"It's 2005, why?"

Relena gasped, knowing from her history lessons that the time era they were in was almost two hundred to three hundred years ago.

"Wait a second…" The boy looked at them, eyes widening with realization, "You're from the future! I heard about a spell that could be used to take people back to the past in radical situations with unstable magic! It's really dangerous and all…" He trailed off and then looked up at the two.

"What?" Relena questioned from behind Heero, looking from over his shoulder.

"I think I can help you if you help me."

Heero looked at the man and then looked at Relena. Her eyes were pleading to go home and make all this nightmare go away and vanish like the dream she wished it was.

He sighed inwardly, clicking the safety back on.

The gun was lowered and Heero glanced back at Relena to make sure that she was okay. Was that the smallest hint of a smirk on his face? She shrugged off all suspicion. If Heero trusted him, then she should too.

Looking around, she spotted a nearby rock that was large enough for her to sit on. She walked over to it, lifting her aching feet off the ground and looking over to Heero invitingly, wondering if he also would like to sit down with her.

"Thanks." He mumbled under his breath, keeping an eye on the still-possible threat.

Riddle noted how the brunette watched over the blonde like a hawk, as if she was something important. However, he couldn't help himself. "Are you two married?"

Relena's eyes went wide and Heero felt a blush rise to his cheeks, which he fought off and tried to remain stoic. After checking his emotions, he threw a death glare at the man.

"I guess not…" So, Relena thought, the man looked innocent enough. He didn't seem twisted, trying to exploit and gather information or use them for something.

"Are you a couple?" Relena looked with a worried look at Heero, who looked just about ready to shoot the poor man.

Clearing her throat, Relena sent a pointed look at the man, easily hiding her own blush. "Uh… why are you dressed like that?" She nodded toward what he was wearing, knowing it was rude of her to ask.

However, maybe the man would thank her later if he knew that changing the direction of their previous conversation saved his life.

"Well," the man laughed, grinning nervously, "You'll probably think I'm crazy but…"

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"Magic?" That raised both of their eyebrows.

Riddle nodded at the both of them. "You both have untamed magic. If I can use a spell so that you have as much learning as any wizard or witch, then you can do me a great favor."

"And that favor would be?" Heero, no matter how much persuading Relena would do, wouldn't trust this man. Something wasn't right, and his instincts always told him the right way.

The man sighed, "I'm being hunted." Relena looked at him with worry. Heero had his eyes narrowed a little bit, thinking he was a suspect for something. "You see…there are these evil people after me called Harry Potter and his little gang. Our last face off…I only managed to give him a scar on his forehead that looks like a lightning bolt. He, however, managed to make my own magic come back at me and I was weakened so much that I'm constantly fleeing."

Relena looked with worry at the boy. "Why does he want to kill you?" She questioned, hoping that she wasn't interrupting him. She knew first hand what killing was, and how awful it could make a person feel. Her hand inched for Heero's, a small touch to give her comfort as she remembered their world.

"Well…" He said, frowning as if trying to think why the enemy, who, might Heero add, could have to reason at all for wanting to kill him other than for instinct or whatnot, would want to kill him.

Heero frowned—this was confusing. Was the man twisting the facts or something?

Relena looked at the man, thinking over his words like the politician she was. Her conclusion: No offense, but she couldn't help but think that this story was right out of a novel or fantasy story of sorts.

"I was stronger than him and I am a better wizard than he is. He was probably afraid that I would be able to stand against him when he tries to fight against all the other good wizards. He's been getting rid of a lot of other people also. He's been hunting me ever since he learned that I was still alive."

"That's a lot of people." Heero stated, clenching his fists and narrowing his eyes, "How old did you say this kid was, again?"

"Heero?" Relena looked up at Heero who glared at the man.

Avoiding the question, Riddle looked at the two of the with hopeful eyes; "If you help me, I'll help you control your magic and even get you home after I'm able to have my power restored when Potter is destroyed." The man promised, though deep down perhaps he was lying through his teeth.

"Hn." Heero crossed his arms and Relena moved closer to him, something that Tom took note of in the back of his mind once more.

"You keep going on about this 'magic' crap."

Riddle looked at him.

"Magic isn't real." Relena nodded in agreement with him, almost forgetting about that small aspect.

The man sighed heavily and reached into his cloak. He stopped when the familiar click of a gun's safety reminded him not to do anything stupid. "I'm just removing my wand so that I can cast a spell and show you that magic is real."

Slowly, he pulled out a small wooden stick and looked at Heero, who had the gun still drawn and poised at the target which was himself at the moment.

"Wingardium Leviosa." The words rolled off his tongue, and with the swish and flick of his wand, a pebble began to float into the air. Relena gasped, jumping up from her seat to check on the rock. She put her hand under and over it, noting that there were no strings.

Turning back to Heero, the look on her face told him that there was no strings holding it up or any other trick.

It was really real.

TBC

Author's note:

So what did you all think of the second chapter? Yep. Heero and Relena meet Voldemort, who uses Tom Riddle instead of Voldemort incase… dun dun dun!

Betchya no ones done a HPGW Xover where the good guys strike a deal with the bad guys, eh? Eh?

Anyways, I have to apologize for the first chapter being rather out of character (especially in the airport scene, I just couldn't find myself to cut it out… plus, it added some humor to the story since it got sad near the end and all.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I hope you liked this chapter! XD

Reviews are always loved and appreciated! Comments are also loved or ideas!

Love, Red Tail