"Heero…?" The door to the medical wing creaked open and a uncontrollable chill ran through him as he stepped into the threshold, a cold wind chilling through him as goosebumps rose on his flesh. Since when was the room's temperature so cold, and since when was it so dark and ominious looking.
Heero wouldn't leave would he? He stopped that thought and bit his lower lip and narrowed his eyes, berating himself mentally. "Of course he wouldn't leave. Pomfrey said he wouldn't wake up for a while and she wouldn't allow him to jump out of the window anyway." Just because of the fact that they were in a castle didn't mean that it would stop the suicidal Heero to jump out of a who knows how high building window. He winced at the memory of Heero falling past him, parachute not released.
He was suicidal, anitsocial, and a trigger-happy maniac… but Duo still couldn't help but fall in love with the pilot.
Sure it was the middle of the night and he was probably breaking a thousand of these rules that seemed to be against him every where he went (including Snape's Potion classes), but there was some sort of eerie chill in the air. A small gust blew against him once more and his skin grew cold as he managed to suppress another shiver running dwn his spine.
He frowned when he noticed the abesnce of the hustling and bustling nurse that acted more of a mother hen than Quatre, 'No offense to him.' Duo added mentally. It was good that Quatre had such a personality, his vigil and determination were enough to break through even Heero's gruff exterior. Every once in a while it felt nice to have at least one person worry and complain over you.
He continued his way in the dark, suspicious by the lack of movement and he frowned again to see the curtain surrounding Heero's drawn as it usually was. And it was partially hanging off some of the metal circles holding it up. His muscles were tense and he pulled back what little was drawn…
…To see the shocked face of Madame Pomfrey, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Her hand was slightly outstretched, as if trying to hold something not there. He frowned and waved his hand across her face at the sudden lack of movement.
She didn't move, didn't blink, just stared at him with wide eyes as if she was shocked. Her body was half turned, as if she was tending to Heero and turned around before she got frozen with no ice. This was too weird.
Not only were they stuck in some place with all this magic, and people gaped at them since they had made friends with the seemingly famous 'Harry Potter' and his friends (wouldn't it be the same in their world since they were the infamous Gundam pilots?). This whole magic business was tricky, which was exactly why they were taking extra magic lessons from an ecstatic Hermione.
He leaned forward and poked her face in cuiosity before peering over her shoulder and his breath stopped. The sheets were torn everywhere, and the bed was missing a certain Heero Yuy.
Blaue AugenBy: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
His eyes fluttered open, feeling the eyes and cold presence of another near him. A cold touch startled him from his thoughts. He snapped his eyes open and found his arms hanging over his head by chains. He pulled, getting some sort of shock as the metal was close to breaking.
He growled lowly at the chains that bound him as if they would run away from their hold on him by his silent threat of death and demolition to them once he was free.
Voldemort chuckled and looked at Heero and he felt an evil smirk play upon his features. The boy jerked his head to look over at him, sensing his presence and hearing the evil chortle. He glared.
"I see you've waken up." He stepped out of the shadows and felt the faint energizing presence coming from the boy. He smirked and approached closer to the teen and ran his index finger down the teen's cheek.
'Heero.' He noted, remembering a certain braided teen's outburst at him during his first attempt to reclaim his crystal. No one would stop him now. He grinned darkly once more ad the teen struggled and shot a death glare at him, 'no one.'
"Perhaps we should start with introductions," Heero continued to glare at the person spitefully as he tensed his muscles and snarled at his newfound enemy. Eyes peered at him like a specimen and he growled deeply in his throat like a rabid animal. "My name is Lord Voldemort." No sign of recognition. No he was the one, transported from another dimension… magic could work wonders some times. He did a short mock boy to the chained pilot.
"And you are," sarcasm dripped in his words as he gestured to Heero. He chortled lightly, throwing his head back as he could feel the anger radiating from the teen in waves, spilling from his lithe boy. "Heero." He added, "I believe a certain boy with a braid mentioned your name." Prussian eyes narrowed at him, Heero mentally adding to have a little talk with Duo about yelling people's names at enemies.
"What do you want with me?" His voice was cold and biting, eyes narrowing once more into a even colder glare than before. He knew his opponents name, recognizing it as the name Harry mentioned in Divination's class.
His mind was hazy about that whole incident and he roughly shoved the thought away. He could think about that when he was alone. He remembered something about Trowa yelling Quatre's name and remembered blinding pain. Hopefully the blonde pilot was all right, his space heart could hurt him a lot when someone in their little group or someone he knew was in pain, emotional or physical.
"I believe that you happen to have something of mine." A wand was drawn from a robe and his captor pointed it at him, mumbling words under his breath.
Pain errupted from Heero's chest and he clenched his eyes close, biting back a scream. Sweat beaded on his brow and another volt of electircity shocked at him and he gasped, a small cry of pain escaping from his clenched lips.
"Why is it not working?" He roughly brought his hand across Heero's face, a stinging sensation snapping him from the dulled pain coming from the wand and panted, chains pulling him up as he tried to fall to the ground in exhaustion.
"Bastard!" He said, spiting out some blood from when he bit his tongue too hard. His eyes were blazing and he pulled forward, the chains holding him back from attacking the Dark Lord who narrowed his eyes at him also.
"Damnit." He mumbled under his breath as anger pulsed through him like adrenaline. He punched the stomache of his prisoner and growled. The youth curled his body somewhat, his abdomen bruising somewhat.
Narrowing his eyes once more and biting back a string of curses at his luck, he snapped his fingers and people in dark robes walked in. Deatheaters. He grinned sadistically once more and ordered his minions to do the dirty work.
He walked out of the room as a scream erupted from Heero's lips, blood already starting to seep from wounds inflicted physically and magically. Voldemort slammed the door closed roughly and silence hung in the air.
"Why is the spell not working?" He growled, "I need that crystal." He stalked out of the room, his composure slipping for a few minute seconds as he coldly stared at a witch leaning over an ancient text.
They had better come up with a solution to this problem soon…or there would be lives to pay, that much was for sure.
TBC
Author's note: The pairing will be a surprise. Well, I realized that people seem to really hate the 1xR if they like 1x2 and vice versa. Wow. I must be the oddity since I write both 1xR and 1x2… It kind of makes me feel sad when people say they'll stop reading your story if they don't like the pairing. Guilt trip ;.; And besides, people who wanted a certain pairing: don't expect too much romance, kay? I know my strong point isn't romance…at all.
People happy that I updated? If you think it's a 1x2, you're wrong and if you think it's a 1xR you're wrong also! Muahaha! I only person who knows my evil scheme is Artgirl150 and yall can't kill her into tell her 'cause then I wouldn't be able to write anymore since she's me beta reader for this story! So… I guess yall 'ill have to keep readin, then, right?
Muahahah! The next chapter will probably be an interlude circling around the HP gang and the other GW pilots and stuff.
Reviews and stuff are always welcome. BTW, for those who wanted a 1xR story (like whimspy who even wrote me an email) I might make another story for all those who love 1xR's. I think it was either Denebola or Devon-Masterson Bond or something that had a 1xR/no pairing that was really in character.
Thanks to those who have reviewed::huggles: Love y'all!
in Liebe, Red Tail