A/n: QS: nell made this serious *pouts* she mean.

Nell: just for this chapter and it's not my fault.

QS: Well, yeah, I suppose seriousness is inevitable in anything that has Gundam Wing in it. But it's still mean. ...Now if only I could stop saying the word serious without wanting to crack up. -_-

Nell: well, you have the next chappie, so have fun.

Warnings: Angst, OOC-ness of pilots. Slash, shonen-ai, whatever you want to call it.

Pairings: see first chapter

Rating: pg-13ish or R in later chapters

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Duo gave a small eep when they fell out of the whirling white vortex they had been engulfed in. The stone floor they had somehow managed to land on really had hurt. However, he knew that was the least of his problems. If they weren't in any danger, then Heero and Wufei would go after him and he doubted his braid would come through it safely.

Sighing, Duo pushed himself up, knowing that he would be able to run away faster if he didn't have to start from the floor.

"Well, how are you this fine day?" a cheerful voice asked, seemingly popping out from nowhere.

Duo turned around quickly, his hand dipping into his shirt for the gun he used to carry there. He stopped and stared in shock at an old, extremely old at that, man who was wearing a bright purple dress-thingie and black leather boots made from an unknown type of hide. The man had laughing blue eyes and was wearing moon-shaped spectacles.

"Welcome to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, though the way you six boys arrived tells me you weren't expecting your arrival here to be so abrupt." The old man paused to glance down at two of the boys who seemed to be awake, with the way their eyes were desperately rolling around in their heads, but otherwise couldn't seem to move. "Oh yes, I do believe I should perform the counter-spell for the full-body bind. These two didn't seem to like their arrival at all."

Looking over, Duo noticed that the two boys the old man was talking about were Heero and Trowa. Duo started laughing at their predicament before the old man pulled a twig out of his dress pocket and waved it while saying some odd gibberish in an unknown language. As soon as the old man finished the odd little phrase, a golden light shot out of the twig and Heero and Trowa had sprung up from the floor, instantly settling into a defensive crouch.

Duo's face suddenly shifted from a carefree laughing appearance at his friends situation to a slightly angry, crazed look. Duo moved into a position near Wufei and Quatre, ready to protect them, knowing that Trowa would go next to him and that Heero was moving to be closer to Zechs.

"02, status." Heero quietly stated.

"04, 05 and Zechs are incapacitated, I have bruises and have had a hit to the head. Possibility of concussion." Duo replied.

Trowa spoke before Heero could ask him his condition, "I'm fine…I twisted around and landed on my feet."

The old man watched at how the young adults had moved, obviously used to being in danger, used to being in a war or other violence.

"No need to be alarmed. I am professor Dumbledore, and I am headmaster of this school. I welcome all of you, though I think you six should be taken to the infirmary to be checked over for injuries."

Duo looked at Dumbledore momentarily before speaking, "Not to be disrespectful or anything, but why the hell should we trust you? How do we know that this isn't just a trap to eliminate us to start another fucking war, old man?"

"Why should you trust anyone?" Dumbledore replied in his typical abstract way. "You are not from around here, but you can't go back to where you were. Time always changes and so do the people. Someone you trust today can be an enemy tomorrow and an enemy today can be an ally in the future. Nothing is stable. Nothing is forever."

Heero, Trowa and Duo showed their shock at hearing an unexpected voice by only the slight widening of their eyes. "Actually, even though what can and will happen can be interchangeable, time is constant. The past and the future twine together in an endless cycle, but it will continue to exist forever," came Wufei's weak voice.

"Figures you would come up with something like that Wu-bear." Duo smirked and said.

"Don't call me Wu-bear you braided idiot," Wufei said, somehow turning it into a command.

Trowa suddenly jumped backwards over Wufei's prone body and pulled him up into a standing position, checking for serious injuries at the same time. Duo moved in front of Quatre and covered Heero as Heero checked first Quatre and then Zechs for major injuries before hitting a pressure point that jolted them both into consciousness.

Dumbledore watched the graceful movements with something akin to awe. They moved as if they had rehearsed these movements for days on end to perfect their little waltz.

Only when the six young adults were standing and actually capable of moving without falling over did Duo turn to Dumbledore. "Where the hell is this infirmary of yours? And I wouldn't try anything funny if I were you because if you do, I can kill you in 2 seconds flat." And it wasn't that statement that chilled Dumbledore to the bone; it was the expression in the braided boy's eyes. He looked dead inside, as if it wasn't the idea of death that was painful, but the idea of taking a life even if it was to protect a trusted friend. It was obvious that was what the other five were to the boy too.

Dumbledore moved towards his office door, being careful of where he placed his hands, before he lead them out of the office. They moved quickly through the torch-lit hallways. It was late at night and not even Harry was wandering around under that invisibility cloak of his.

Dumbledore pointed out the different sites on the way to the infirmary, especially making a point to point out the talking portraits when he heard the braided boy's quickly muffled exclamation of "What the he-"

"Like I said before, Hogwarts is a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Magic is very real here, and from the fact that you can actually see and hear the portraits points out that you have some magical ability. Why it wasn't trained before this is hard to determine."

This time Heero answered Dumbledore, using a tone that made itself known as that tone everyone uses when speaking to senile old folk. 'When would we have had time to be trained? It would not have been needed on our missions, and fighting a war of just us five," he gestured to the other pilots, "Against the whole earth and not being captured took a lot of our time. As did the escaping from the cells and stopping from crashing his command ship and causing a nuclear winter on the earth." Heero finished as Zechs blushed.

Dumbledore looked behind himself at the six with a troubled expression. Things may have become bad while Voldemort had tried to take over the wizarding world the first time, but they had never sent children to fight. Even when the rest of the wizarding world had wanted to send Harry to defeat Voldemort, he had tried to shield him, and only when Oliver had been kidnapped had Harry gone up against that cretin and finally wiped him off the face of the earth forever.

"Well, depending on how you arrived here, I do believe we would be able to train you to your fullest capabilities." Dumbledore said to the unspoken question hovering in the air.

The rest of the way to the infirmary was in silence besides the groans from the oddly silent Quatre and a mumbled injustice every now and then from Wufei. When they finally arrived, Madame Pomfrey was already waiting for them outside of the wing, having been alerted by Dumbledore when he had first immobilized Heero and Trowa.

She tsked as she ordered the boys into the room and then proceeded to order them to strip to their underclothes so she could examine them fully.

She looked over Quatre first and pronounced him just stunned from the fall and the knock to his head. Next was Zechs, whom she said just had a jammed finger from how he landed. She then moved onto Wufei, where she again tsked and handed a vial of a blue liquid. "Drink this, you have bruised ribs," she brusquely ordered.

Next on her mental list was Duo, who she did say had a concussion and he was given a small piece of chocolate. From there, she pronounced the other two pilots as perfectly fit.

"Now, you six are going to spend the night here so I can observe you overnight. But first I need to know your names for the medical records."

The six looked at each other for several minutes before Duo received a barely noticeable nod from Quatre. He sighed and pointed at each of the pilots and named them while giving a brief description of each. 'Zechs Marquise, blonde, blue-eyed. European also named Millardo Peacecraft, rank: prince. Wufei Chang, brown eyed and black haired. Chinese. Fifth Gundam pilot, last of the dragon clan and a noble of the clan. Heero Yuy, first Gundam pilot. Japanese descent. Cobalt blue eyes and brown hair. Trowa Barton also known as Triton Bloom is the third Gundam pilot. Brown-haired, green eyed he is French. Quatre Rubabra Winner is Arabian. Blonde, aquamarine eyes, an empath, and the fourth Gundam pilot. I am Duo Maxwell. Chestnut hair and violet eyes. I run, I hide, but I never lie. All of us are 16 years of age, except Trowa whom is 17 and Millardo whom is 21.

"And I am Madame Pomfrey," she replied.

Madame Pomfrey observed the charmed quill moving its way speedily across the different files before she turned back to the boys. It was obvious that at least Duo and Heero had seen to much death and that the other four were probably in a similar mental state. It would probably be best to send Harry and Oliver or Sirius and Bill to chaperone them since Severus would probably be a bit to caustic, though with Duo she would even have to admit his justification.

Zechs was the one who replied this time, though he spoke mainly to the Gundam pilots. "We are going to get a good night's rest, in this room. No one will leave without waking the others up." He paused and glanced at Heero, Wufei, Duo and Trowa before looking at Madame Pomfrey. "I promise they won't leave without you permission nor will they be difficult patients." Again, he looked at Trowa, Wufei, Duo and Heero. Turning, he looked at Quatre also. "If you have to, accept this as a mission, but you will not leave until she says so."

Each of the pilots nodded and without a trace of modesty stripped completely before putting on the pajamas Dumbledore had created with a flick of his wand. Each climbed into bed, Heero and Zechs sharing a bed while Trowa and Wufei shared a bed. They did not and essentially refused to be separated if at possible for them to be near each other.

With a flick and swish of hr wand, Madame Pomfrey said Nox and the lights went out. The pilots tossed and turned for an hour or so before each fell asleep.