Two gundam pilots missing? Reaction? Get sucked in yourself, lol. Read on and you shall see, my precious...sorry, I'm goin' a li'l Lord of the Rings there. Oh, and I don't own that either. No suing me, please! But do so review!
"Quatre? Quatre!" Trowa called, stepping out onto the attic floor.
"Where are they?" Heero's head appeared as he walked up and joined the taller boy.
"I don't know," Trowa replied.
"Duo was here. This is as messy as his half of the room," Heero observed.
Trowa stepped deeper into the room, wondering if maybe they were buried beneath some boxes or hiding. He noticed immediately there was one area in the center of the attic that had no boxes or junk anywhere near it, unlike the rest of the room. He stepped over a box and into the clear area, then noticed one single piece of paper resting in the very center. "Heero." Heero looked over and joined Trowa, both looking at the photograph Trowa had picked up. It was of a large castle, basically, and looked rather old.
"Pictaresque Incantatus."
"What?" Heero asked as Trowa spoke.
"The words on the bottom," Trowa explained. "Look." He handed the picture to Heero, who picked out the thick, handwritten words. "Pictaresque Incantatus. Hn."
"It's latin," Trowa said. "Picture Incantation."
"We need to find Duo and Quatre," Heero stated, turning back towards the stairs. He was stopped as an incredibly strong wind suddenly blew against him. In a second, Heero's mind realized this was not normal and he crouched to make himself smaller. The wind continued to blow, whipping the paper out of Trowa's hands. It floated to the floor, unnaffected by the wind. The moment it touched the wooden floor, the wind heaved and began to swirl down into the picture like a tornado. In a moment, Quatre and Duo's fate was shared as Trowa and Heero dissapeared into the picture.
If seeing two supposed muggles in the hall with a gun and a knife was startling to the students, having two more fall out of the sky in the middle of a potions lesson for Gryffindor fifth years was completely unsettling. Heero fell straight on Snape's desk, knocking everything off as he rolled off to his feet, a gun in his hand aimed at Snape's hooked nose. Trowa landed on the side of a cauldron, knocking it and its contents all over the floor. Shoes and robe hems began to sizzle and vanish as the potion touched them, and people quickly jumped up onto higher ground as it oozed. Trowa rolled to his feet, saw the potion was burning his shoes, and flipped backwards up onto a desk, a gun in his hand as well, aimed at the flustered students. Both their eyes quickly scanned the group for threats, seeing only students in robes and large cauldrons.
"What just happened?" Heero asked, a spark of anger in his voice. This was not normal, could not be explained by science or technology. First, his Duo is missing, and now, he was dragged through a picture to some dungeon room filled with wierd students and cauldrons. It reminded him of this one movie he and Duo had watched about witches. Similar cauldrons.
"Two more?" Heero and Trowa's gazes snapped to the boy who had spoken. He was a freckle faced, red haired boy.
"More?" Trowa repeated, leveling the gun at the boy, who stepped back and swallowed. "What do you mean?"
"I-I...I...," the boy stuttered.
A curly brown haired girl stepped in front of him, shutting him up. "He means that a half hour ago, two other boys with a gun and knife appeared in the hallway."
"Two others...?" Heero whispered. "Duo and Quatre!"
"Duo? Yeah, that was the wierd one's name," the freckle faced boy piped up. "He had the longest hair I've ever seen on a guy before. Really bloody long!"
"That's Duo," Heero stated, then looked for the door, his gun still trained on Snape.
Snape whipped his wand up to point at Heero and shouted. "Expelliarmus!"
Heero reacted and pressed the trigger of his gun, only to have it fly out of his hand by some unseen force and clatter against the wall, the bullet flying and ricocheting once before embedding itself inside the cauldron, where it melted into nothing. Trowa's gun shifted over to Snape the instant he spoke, his mind stating him as the enemy. The same word Snape had spoken was said by a student, and Trowa's gun flew out of his hand as well, joining Heero's on the floor. Trowa tensed himself to fight, Heero heading for Snape. When Heero was only about an inch away from Snape, he shouted some more words.
"Stupefy!" Heero was hit hard in the chest with a red beam of light. His eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed to the floor, lying there. Trowa, deciding quickly that the enemy was more powerful, lifted his hands, looking at Heero.
"I surrender."
"Surrender...," Snape sneered. "Finnigan, go get Headmaster Dumbledore now." Snape pointed at the door and a student set off running. Trowa stepped down off the desk at Snape's gesture, his hands on his head, and stood staring calmly at Snape.
"Who are you, boy?" Snape asked.
Trowa answered with another question. "Where is Quatre?"
Snape smiled snakily and turned. He waved his wand and the items which had fallen off his desk began flitting back up. A slight parting of Trowa's lip was the only sign he was amazed. A moment later, an old wizened man came in, followed by the student that had run off. The man, who Trowa assumed was headmaster Dumbledore, turned his wise eyes onto Trowa, and he smiled as if in amusement.
"Ah," Dumbledore said. "The others."
"Others?" a boy with black hair, messy like Heero's, spoke. "What do you mean?"
"Hm?" Dumbledore looked at the boy. "Oh. These two are the friends of Quatre and Duo."
"Are they alright?" Trowa turned, his hands still on his head.
"Your friends are fine, if a bit surprised. Come. I shall take you to them," he turned to Snape. "Revive the other please." Dumbledore glanced back at Trowa, and smiled. "You may put your hands down. We are not at war, nor are we are your enemy. Now, which one are you? Trowa or Heero?" Trowa simply stared at him, then his eyes slipped to meet Heero's, who was shaking his head in confusion. "I hope you don't mind if we keep your friend a bit confused. I am under the impression he is very dangerous. Please follow me."
Trowa followed Dumbledore, directing Heero at one moment when he ran into a cauldron. They were led down halls and up an apparently moving stairway, into an obvious office. Three heads looked up when they entered, and two pairs of eyes widened.
"Hee-chan!" Duo yelled, bolting from his chair straight into Heero's arms. Heero looked at him oddly, as if unsure whether he should know Duo or not. Duo noticed.
"What'd you do to him?" he asked, a bit angered.
"Just a simple confusion spell," Dumbledore replied. "I believe Heero is to be very dangerous. I shall lift it."
Heero's eyes shut tightly suddenly and he grit his teeth, then gasped and blinked. He saw Duo in front of him, and reached forward, pulling the braided boy into a hug. "Duo. Are you okay?"
"I don't know...," Duo said. "I keep thinking this is one of my dreams, but Quat says it's real. I don't know anymore."
"Trowa," Quatre spoke from his chair.
"Quatre," Trowa stepped up to him, rubbing a hand lovingly through Quatre's hair. "Are you alright? They didn't hurt you?"
"I'm fine Did you read the words on the bottom of the picture, too?" Quatre replied. "You'll never believe what you being here means, Trowa."
"Oh, yeah!" Duo grinned. "Guess what, 'Ro? We're all wizards!"
"We're what?"
"Heero! Trowa!" Wufei stepped into the attic. "Where are they?" he muttered. "Quatre? Duo, you braided baka!" Wufei sighed in frustration. "You look away for a second and they're all gone off together. And I gave up a week of work for this." Something caught his eye and he walked over, picking it up. "An old photograph...?" It was both a question and a statement. The photo was of an enormous and ancient castle, wth turrets and towers and the moon in the background. There were two words handwritten in thick ink at the bottom. "Pic...pictaresque Incantatus..." Wufei read the words. The first word was somewhat smudged now. "What the...? What is this?" he asked.
Wufei let the picture fall out of his hands as he turned to leave and find the others. Suddenly, a wind entered the attic and swirled at his feet. The picture, already having been on its way, fell to the floor. Wufei let a string of chinese curses fly from his mouth as thw wind surged and began to spiral into the picture. A split second later, Wufei spiraled...and vanished.
"We're wizards," Heero stated, though he still could barely believe it. He looked over at Duo. "Maybe this is one of your dreams..."
"We will be going to Diagon Alley to get all your things now," McGonagall said. "Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwart's, will arrive soon to take you. Here is a list of items fifth years require." She handed them each a sheet of paper. "Since you are all fifteen, or so I am told," she leveled a sharp glance at Trowa, who simply stared back with his stoic eyes. "You will be in the fifth year. Dumbledore says you will catch up soon enough, though I believe you will be somewhat behind everyone else. Tommorrow morning, you will be sorted into your houses."
"Houses?" Quatre questioned.
"In Hogwart's, there are four houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin."
"You magic people have wierd names," Duo commented.
McGonagall set her sharp eyes upon him before continuing. "You will be put in one of those houses. The other members of your house will be like your family for the duration of the stay."
"But...Professor McGonagall," Quatre said, smiling. "I'm already with my family." He gestured to his friends. His face fell suddenly. "Except Wufei isn't here..."
"Let me go!"
"Heh," Duo laughed. "I'm hallucinating. I swear I just heard 'Fei's voice."
"Let me go, you big oaf!"
"You did!" Quatre exclaimed, heading for the door.
"Now you listen 'ere, an' you listen good!" a deep, rumbling voice spoke. "I don' know who ya are, er why you're here, but I kin tell ya this much. Guns an' knivesare banned from 'ogwart's." There was a shinking sound.
"Give me back Nataku! Baka!" the four rushed out into the hall in time to see Wufei reaching for his sword, which was held in the hand of an enormous man. He was twice the height of an average man, and five times as wide. His small black eyes were hidden in a tangle of hair, and he wore a coat with numerous pockets. The giant's other hand was holding Wufei up by his collar.
"Stop strugglin'," the big man said.
"Put me down!" Wufei yelled, along with a dozen chinese, japanese, arabic, and latin curses. "Damnit, put me down!"
"'Fei!" Duo shouted, and Wufei stilled, looking over.
"Maxwell, you baka onna! I should have known you were involved!" Wufei growled.
"Hagrid, put him down," McGonagall said.
"But, Professor," Hagrid argued. "He 'ad this," he held up a now unrecognizable lump of metal. It must have been Wufei's gun. "An' this!" He held up Nataku, Wufei's treasured sword, out of its sheath.
"Please put him down, Hagrid," McGonagall repeated. Hagrid grumbled in slight protest, then set Wufei down hard on the floor, keeping a hand on his collar in case. "Hagrid, these are the students you need to take to Diagon Alley," she gestured. "This is Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Quatre, the four new students at Hogwart's. And Wufei, I believe, is the fifth Dumbledore mentioned."
"He knew Wufei would come, too?" Duo asked, then chuckled. "Can't get anything past him."
"Students at Hogwart's? What the hell?" Wufei asked.
"Professor, I suggest you let us explain it to him," Duo interrupted McGonagall before she could speak. "It would end up really bad if you knew what an onna was. C'mon, 'Fei." Duo walked up to Wufei and turned him about, then looked up at the big man. 'Lead the way, Hagrid."
Hagrid grumbled about violent students for a second, then began walking down the hall, the five boys following.
"My name is Wufei, Maxwell!"
"And my name is Duo, Changles," Duo replied. Their banter went on, consisting of arguing and explaining and swearing and shouting.
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