Howdy, all! I just wanted to mention that the title of each chapter is the chapter's theme song. Yeah. So, if you happen to be able to listen to the song while you're reading, it might be nice to do so. And umm... I like tangerine popsicles. Thank you all so much for your reviews! You're so nice to me. I can hardly believe that anyone reviewed at all, much less liked it! Whee!!!
Disclaimer: I disclaim!
Notes: I really do love Wufei, he's just being irritable. He'll get a lot nicer later on giggle thanks to a certain boy who lived. Yeah. I'm glad y'all think it's funny, but there will be angst (stupid drugs... and abusive boyfriends. Poor... umm, someone) Oh yeah, the coupling?
It's this: SBx6xRL (whoohoo, threesome!) HPx5, DMx4, FWx3, GWx2, OWx1, RWxHG, SFxDT, BZ/ anyone/everyone. And mentions of past HPxDM. Yeah.
So...Yup. Those are all the couples.
Warnings/more notes: Slash/Shounen ai, whichever you wanna call it, umm...future domestic violence, mush, insanity (in a good way) Maybe self- mutilation, almost definitely (eventually) angst ...Anything else? Well, I'll tell y'all if I feel like adding any more to that.
With that out of the way, let's get to the story!
Diagon Alley
Several people screamed as the earth trembled when six giant robot...things appeared behind the Leaky Cauldron, nearly crushing several bystanders.
"Oh my god!" Shouted one man...Umm, yeah.
Quatre was the first to leap out of his Gundam. Several people gawked at the boy who had appeared out of 'nowhere.' He smiled gently and asked, "Could someone tell me where the Leaky Cauldron is?" Getting no reply, he looked around. "Oh...Right behind me, duh." Waving up at the other pilots to come down, he retrieved his bags from Sandrock and went into the small, comfortable pub. Soon the other followed.
Tom looked up at the newcomers from his place at the bar and grinned, toothless.
"How may I help you young sirs today?" He asked. Quatre flashed his warm smile and held out a key.
"Would you please show us to our rooms?" Tom looked at the tiny number on the key for a moment, the gawked.
"I-It's you! The saviors! Right this way, please. Is there anything I can do for you? Your rooms and food are already paid for. Cold pumpkin juice, perhaps? I'm sure you'd like it. Anything, anything. Just ask! Have a nice stay!" he stuttered on several words as he led the boys to their rooms. Finally, reaching the correct hall, he pointed out the three rooms that they would stay in. "There's room 601, 503, and 402. Quiet hours are 10 pm until 7 am. You may request a wake-up owl, or room service through twisting the red knob on your bedpost and speaking your order. Sleep well." with that he left.
Heero was the first to enter. He would be staying in room 601 with Zechs. Funny how all the room numbers worked, with Wufei and Trowa in room 503 and Quatre and Duo in room 402. Huh...
Pilot 01 looked around the modest room. It had two beds, a strange thing that Heero guessed to be a radio, a small bathroom, and a desk. There was no lighting whatsoever, besides the large sliding glass doors leading to a rather abbreviated balcony.
"Nice." came Zechs' voice from behind. The blond man was inspecting the wooden desk, which was apparently an antique solid mahogany desk from the 1600s. He rapped his knuckles on it twice, and it promptly disappeared, much to his astonishment, to be replaced with a giant wardrobe, filled half with clothes in his size, half with clothes in Heero's size. Of course, they were all wizard's robes and such, but it was nice nonetheless.
In room 503, Wufei stood out on the balcony, peering down on the workings of Diagon Alley and Muggle London. Directly below that room was the barrier, so he could se each side by side. They really weren't all that different from each other. In fact, the only differences, really, were the dress and how where Muggles had electricity and machinery, wizards and witches had magic. But aside from that, society worked in the same way, there were still loving families, evil men and women, the prostitutes, the lawmen..all the good and evil and everything in between.
"Justice..." muttered Wufei, only to be bopped on the back of the head.
"Don't you start with that, young man! Duo's told me all about this little 'justice' thing of yours. Bo-ring. Let's go eat!" Zechs smirked and Wufei grinned, but both headed down to the dining area of the pub, where the others were already seated and waiting for them. They decided on a family- style meal of roast beef, mashed potatoes, pumpkin juice, and apple pie for dessert. It had been Duo's idea. But it was delicious, and they had a good time that evening when Tom offered some good ol' butterbeer.
Relaxing in room 402, dubbed "The Party Room," the six time-travelers were startled by the abrupt appearance of a tall old man with a long white beard and big crooked nose.
"Good evening, everyone. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I hope you all got here with little trouble. Before I begin, do you have any questions you would like addressed?" The pilots stared.
"Umm...Where exactly are we supposed to shop in Diagon Alley?" asked Quatre. Dumbledore smiled.
"I will provide a list for each of you, which will tell you which shops sell what. Anything else?" he looked around. Zechs opened his mouth, but Duo pushed Zechs' head down and practically shouted, "But what about the money?" Zechs was grumbly about that.
"Again, it has been provided. All you have to do is give the shop owner your name, and your supplies will be given to you. Except your wands, of course. They have been paid for, but the wand still has to choose you. Is that all?" and it was all.
"Now I would like to address the issue of getting onto the school train. Several students have had difficulty with this, so I will advise you now. Walk straight at the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Common sense would dictate that this action end up rather unpleasantly, but you will find yourself at platform nine and three quarters, from where you will board the Hogwarts Express. Is this clear? Good. Sour Altoid, anyone? They're tangerine flavored!" Dumbledore held out a round tin. Quatre grabbed one, Duo grabbed several, and Zechs politely accepted one while the others declined.
Slyly poking marshmallows down the back of Wufei's shirt, Duo pondered the day's events. It all seemed like a wondrous, strangely vivid dream, but he could not shake the feeling that it was all real.
"Maxwell! Stop with those infernal marshmallows!" roared Wufei. Quatre's hands hovered near his ears, as they were prone to do when Wufei yelled. It wasn't so bad when the others yelled, but Wufei was just always so angry that it seemed louder. Duo scrambled away with a crazy half-grin.
"Why were we called here, though?" pondered Quatre aloud, sipping his hot apple cider. Hot chocolate's gross. Duo rolled his eyes.
"To educate us on the use of our magical ability, duh! That's what the letter said."
Now Heero rolled his eyes. Or, some Heero-like equivalent.
"Have you learned nothing? There's always the possibility of a trap, and we must admit, the whole situation is rather ludacris. I doubt that I would believe any of this were it not for the current situation and recent events. Still, it could be some sort of set-up. We should be cautious." Heero said. Duo stared at him.
"Heero, that was 52 words! Wow... Anyways, what is with you guys. The war is practically over, besides those stragglers still itching for a fight, and they haven't the resources to pull something like this off. Why can't you just be happy that this is happening? Be optimistic for once!" Around the room, Duo bounced excitedly. "And besides, this is fun! Hey Q-man, come bounce in joy! Bob the tarantula wants to too!" And so they bounced.
And bounced. And bounced. Then they took a break. After that, they bounced some more, finally persuading Zechs to join in. Even Trowa couldn't resist, and began flipping and rolling about. Duo thwapped him on the head.
"Show-off!" was the cry, before bounding away.
Wufei observed Heero warily. The perfect soldier seemed to be wracked by convulsions, and Wufei was afraid his only partner in sanity might suddenly explode. Suddenly, Heero howled in laughter, still madly writhing on the ground, and Wufei snapped and became the last to join the bouncing.
Such a scene it was; five boys leaping and bounding around one who lay upon the ground with spasms of wild laughter. It was insanely fun, insanely insane, and insanely tiring. One by one, the boys went off to bed, looking forward to shopping the next day in Diagon Alley, leaving Heero still giggling on the floor.
"That was fun, wasn't it Bob?" he was heard to whisper when his giggles had sufficiently subsided.
Yay! You guys inspire me so much. Thanks especially to Anna (who's not currently reading this) for the insane humor. This is the sort of stuff that goes on in our daily conversations!
Next chapter is coming soon! But, I've got finals coming soon, so there's extra homework. Ergh... Review and I'll love you always!