A/n: nell: *grins* I hope everyone is enjoying this fic. *Smirks* some of Heero and Wufei's are mine…

QS: Uh...yeah. I hope so too

Nell: please review

QS: Yeah.

Disclaimer: I do not own a spork. Or anymore chocolate cheesecake. The cheesecake is now owned by stomach and the spork is owned by Pixie. Oh, you wanted me to say I don't own Harry Potter & Co. or Gundam Wing characters and merchandise? Okay, then I don't.

Warnings: Can we say out of character? Way out of character? Humor and OOC-ness galore. Just read Heero's comments and you'll see what we mean.

Reminder: please review. We like reviews.

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The first thing Duo noticed upon waking was the light. It was rather bright, and would've been quite welcome if it weren't for the fact that it was shining right in his eyes.

"Do these people know what shades are?" he groaned, lifting an arm to shield his eyes. "Would somebody turn off the damned sun?"

"I'm afraid that's rather impossible, Mr. Maxwell," Dumbledore said, a hint of humor in his voice. "And yes, we know what shades are. Your friends simply believed opening them to be the simplest and most humane way of waking you up."

Duo sat up, glaring around to find out who had opened the shades. Judging by the fact that Heero was standing by the window, smirking, he decided it was he. He glared as best he could.

"Well, flip my switch and turn me on! Duo's stolen my trademark glare!" Heero gasped, a hand over his heart. After a short pause, he added, "Wait, does this place even have switches? Or running water, for that matter?"

Wufei's eyebrow lifted nearly up to his hairline as he stared at Heero, a look of frightened bemusement on his face. "Zechs was right," he said uncertainly, "Maxwell is rubbing off too much on Yuy. Way too much."

"All right!" Duo cheered, punching a fist in the air in victory. "I'm turning the Perfect Soldier almost normal!"

"Duo, shut up," Heero ordered.

"Yes, Hee-chan," Duo grumbled, and started bouncing instead of cheering. No amount of orders or glaring from Heero could keep him from celebrating somehow.

However, the sudden sound of someone clearing their throat stopped Duo's celebratory bouncing, and all eyes turned to the old man watching them, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

"While I'm certain you wish to continue your celebration, Mr. Maxwell, I believe it may be a good idea to inform you of how we believe we should take care of your sudden appearance."

"You could always try sending us back," Heero suggested.

"We would be delighted to help you return, however, we have one small problem. We cannot be certain how to get you back yet. How did you get here?"

All eyes turned to Duo. He looked around at everyone staring at him, grumbled something unintelligible, and then turned to Dumbledore.

"We were looking for antique furniture for Wufei's and Trowa's apartment. I wandered off to look at other stuff, saw this sign that said Do Not Disturb and went over to play with whatever wasn't supposed to be disturbed. After I found this one little hourglass-thinger that didn't work because the sand was all stuck in one end, I decided to buy it and get a couple more for my funky bobbing-head animal figurines, and the little gold one must've slipped out of my hand, because the next thing I know, it's shattered on the ground and this bright white light is swirling around us. And then, here we were."

Dumbledore stared thoughtfully at the braided boy, absently rubbing his fingers through his beard. The boy had obviously been describing a Time Turner, but it simply wasn't possible that it would've take them back to the past if it had broken. Time Turners had special magic on them to keep such a thing from happening, even if it wasn't in working condition, as they never were once the sand stopped moving. However, if these boys were from the future, it could be possible that….

"The hourglass you described is called a Time Turner," Dumbledore told the boys gravely. "However, if you boys are truly from the future, it is conceivable that this may be a different manner of Time Turner then we are used to. I believe the Time Turner may evolve into some type of an inter-dimensionary transportation device sometime in the future. If that is so, I'm afraid that there will be no way for you to return to your proper time."

"Aww, man!" Duo whined. "There goes my job! There goes my apartment! There go my friends! There go my weapons! There goes everything!" He paused then, blinking thoughtfully. "And there goes Heero's laptop too."

"Damn it," Heero scowled, glaring at nothing in particular. "I liked my laptop. And if we are in the past, no laptop here will compare to mine at home."

"Maybe our stuff came back with us!" Duo grinned. "Wouldn't that be cool? I mean, imagine a bunch of apartments and stuff just appearing out of nowhere and—"

"Maxwell, shut up," Wufei growled. "Our apartments did not appear in this time or dimension, and it would not be cool."

"Especially if the entire apartment complex appeared on top of one that already existed, and crushed a bunch of people living there," Quatre agreed softly.

"Okay, I admit, the crushing people thing would not be cool, but I still want my clothes. And my plushie."

"Oh, not the stupid stuffed animal," Wufei groaned.

"Leave Shi-chan alone!" Duo pouted. "I missed Shinigami, okay?"

"Maxwell, you asked someone to make you a stuffed animal of one of the deadliest machines that ever existed. Gundams were not under any circumstances meant to be made into toys."

"But Shi-chan's cute!"

Wufei sighed at that and leaned back against Trowa, apparently having given upon getting a sane comment out of the boy.

"I knew you'd see things my way eventually, Wu-babe!" Duo grinned cheerfully.

"Anyway, what do we do if we're stuck here? And how can you tell which one it is? I mean, the thing's broken, so unless you've got another one for us to compare it to or something like that, there's no way you can really tell, is there?"

"There was a bit of sand and gold that came here with you. I have someone doing tests on that as we speak. If it turns out that this was simply a Time Turner, we will receive another one from the Ministry of Magic. However, if the magic on it is different then what is used in the Time Turner, you will be forced to remain here until we are capable of recreating the magic and sending you back. Keep in mind, however, that such a feat could take years. It may not be completed until long after you have passed away."

"Well, this is just peachy," Duo grumbled, crossing his arms and slumping down with a pout. "Does anyone around here know how to make plushies? I want a new Shi-chan!"

There was an assortment of grumbles, mutters, and sighs from the other pilots as Duo continued ranting crossly to himself. Dumbledore simply watched them with his twinkling eyes, a bemused smile on his face. The six young men before him may have seen more death then they had any right to, but in some ways, they were still exactly like normal teenagers. It was certainly a cheerful thought.

"As the remains of the Time Turner must soak in a potion for a week before the tests can truly begin, you will remain here at least that long. Unfortunately, the potion isn't likely to be done anytime soon, as the ingredients have yet to be gotten. For the time being, however, we would be happy to have you in our school, so that we can train you properly. Mr. Marquise is welcome to stay as well, and receive private lessons from the staff. The rest of you will be placed in the Gryffindor dormitories, so as to receive extra help from the students there. I am sure you will find them more than happy to assist you, particularly Miss Granger."

"That's all real good of you, but we've a little problem," Duo said. "Zechs won't want to be separated from us. Can he stay with us?"

"That will be fine," Dumbledore replied, smiling. "However, I believe I should send you out to buy supplies for school. I will have a teacher escort you. If you would wait a few minutes, I will return presently."

"Thanks!" Duo returned cheerfully, grinning brightly.

Dumbledore smiled softly at the six boys before turning to leave and find someone to take them to Diagon Alley. It wasn't until he had neared his office again that he realized he had forgotten to off any of the boys lemon drops. He ad forgotten to offer his trademark candy to the boys and the world hadn't ended. It was safe to say that Dumbledore was just a little bit shocked about that fact.

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