MAGICAL MISUNDERSTANDINGS
Chapter 3: Voice in the void
Author: Chiisai Kichigai
Pairings: 1x5x2 (various positions), 3x4x3, DMxHP, hints of RWxHG
Warnings: Love, sex, boy toys, bondage, swearing, death, ect…ect…
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing? Mine? Snorts I Wish! Harry Potter belongs to someone who isn't me (J.K. Rowling)
Authors notes: This is a crossover and I am a new writer. DON'T PANIC! This takes place after the fifth book 'Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix' … Anyway I hated that they killed off Sirius so this is what really happened! Please enjoy!
Duo propped his legs up against a pile of trash and bite into his stolen apple surveying the ally warily. L2 had changed since he had lived there during his childhood.
The streets, although still cluttered and filthy, where indeed a little cleaner and the homeless less frequent.
There were no longer orphans on the streets without food, water, cloths and shelter. No gangs with anyone under the age of seventeen.
Although fifteen himself Duo felt himself older and more qualified to survive than even the most eldest member of any gang.
This was his past, it is his present and Hell, with the way things where steadily falling down hill for all the pilots, it looked as if it would be his future as well.
He lived here once before, he could do it again. Better than whatever the government had planned for him any day, that's for sure.
Duo smiled tossing the apple core aside and closed his eyes for sleep, one thought filtering through his mind…. 'Bring it on!'
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Duo looked around confused. 'I must be dreaming' he thought automatically, and you'd think that too when you find yourself suddenly floating in a sea of black.
That's when he heard the whispers, like a whistling wind that blew down upon him, and with this wind he saw people. Shimmering images blending into each other and surrounding him.
At first Duo thought they where his ghosts…the ones he killed. He has had several dreams of them before but he knew this was wrong.
First off he didn't recognise any of them. Secondly they where dressed weird, as if time had no meaning here, as if people from many different times had fallen and become lost.
As if when they fell they just gave up to death and their body and souls where consumed by the dark void…
Something had drawn him into this void, but what was it? Where was it?
Duo looked around and got frustrated. The whispers roared as if the souls where shouting, flickering souls with no light blocked his view every two inches in front of him and it was as useless as trying to find a needle in a haystack the size of a colony.
'Although I could set fire to the haystack and only the needle would be left, but I don't think I could clear the way or make them shut up with the use of fire arms...' Duo thought but hey it was worth a shot.
Only then did he find out he had no weapons on his dream person.
"Now that's just not fair!" Duo wined and the voices became quiet. There was silence for a few seconds before they started shouting in their whispers once again.
Duo sighed and the noise from the ghostly silhouettes quieted. Duo raised an eyebrow.
"oooo-kaaaay…"
Duo looked around seeing all the images blocking his view float dazedly as he spoke as if they could hear his voice and it was the most important thing in the world…er…void, thing.
Looking around again Duo soon became focussed on one image. It was a skinny half starved looking child. It was a little girl in a ragged dress, and unlike the other souls hers was clearer and not as dark.
Duo thought it strange that he knew her name.
"Carol…" The image turned.
"Do you understand me?"
The image became brighter as if in recognition and Duo felt like he was going to cry.
"Come here, Carol…" And Duo took Carol's soul into his arms and kissed the top of her head. Carol shimmered into nothing. Her laughing voice reached Duo's ears happily.
-Shinigami...Help them please. Help them as you have helped me.
-Don't you fret and don't you fear, only your voice will they hear
Duo raised an eyebrow as the last of the sing-song like rhyming voice disappeared.
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'-he saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place.
Harry heard Belatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but he knew it meant nothing-Sirius had only just fallen through the arch way, he would reappear from the other side any second…
But he did not reappear.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled "SIRIUS!"
He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out…
But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry-"
"Get him, save him; he's only just gone through!"
"-it's too late, Harry"
"We can still reach him-" Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go…
"There's nothing you can do, Harry…nothing…he's gone"
"He hasn't gone!" Harry yelled
"SIRIUS!" Everything in the dreamscape began to twist and fade even as he called out for his deceased godfather.
"SIRIUS!"
Harry sat bolt upright in his bed at Privet Drive and was breathing heavily with sweat plastering his bangs to his forehead. Even though it has been a few months since the loss of his godfather, he kept dreaming of it: of the time Sirius fought to save him, of the time Sirius died.
"It's my fault" He clenched his fists and tried to force back his tears, to deny that his voice had cracked. "…my fault" And he ducked his head and cried.
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Harry sat alone under the flower bed where he had taken refuge last summer. This time though it was only for shade and the sent of the new lavender and daisy flowers that bloomed under the window sill.
Breathing in the calming scents he got a little more comfortable and picked up on of the books that lay beside him.
Due to the threat to the Dursley's from most of the Orders wizards when they had picked him up at the train station last school year, the Dursley's had treated him fairly well.
Meaning they ignored his very existence, unlike the last time they ignored him, however, they did not deny him use of the house hold facilities. This time things such as the TV and the old radio Petunia had bought at the flea market by the grocery store where available to him, not that he ever used them; but that wasn't the point.
They didn't even lock up his stuff in the cupboard instead it was all up in his small bed room, unlocked and open.
He didn't have to sneak around; he could read his wizard books out in the open…as long as none of the neighbours saw. That had been the only rule upon his return, that, and the fact that he wasn't allowed to draw his wand on them.
Hedwig had also been a lot happier this summer, able to come and go as she pleased, not to mention the present he had gotten from Hagrid. It was a self cleaning bird cage for Hedwig. Using the bird droppings to fuel the magic, Harry didn't have to clean it himself and Hedwig always came back to a spotless and sparkling clean cage.
Wiping his bangs out of his eyes he continued to read his new school books. He had gotten them when he had spent a week with the Grangers at Diagon Ally. He had been thrilled at first but a little disappointed when he had been told he had to go back to number Four Private Drive.
Sighing Harry got up from his position under the sill and flicked his hair a little trying to get it unstuck from the nape of his neck and back where his sweat helped it cling.
He had grown it out in memory of Sirius.
When Harry looked in the mirror it even looked a little like how it was for Sirius in Snape's memory on when he, Sirius, had been Harry's age.
Holding all his books at his sides Harry walked into the cool, air conditioned house hold.
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"ARG!" A crumpled newspaper flung across the room in the aftermath of a young teens rage. Hermoine Granger sat fuming on her bed, the previously mentioned muggle newspaper lay several feet from her after its journey off the walls and floor.
"Those…those…IDIOTS!" mumbling to herself Hermoine got off her bed to retrieve the newspaper and deposit it into her garbage can next to her neatly organized desk.
Being one of muggle parents Hermoine had followed the progress of the two wars and those who fought them. She quickly found herself fond of the "rampaging terrorists" as the news reporters had described them and congratulated herself by the end of the wars for her assumptions of the "Gundam Pilots" being correct.
Actually that is the very reason she was upset now. The so called "intelligent" government decided that those young men where too "dangerous". That they didn't deserve the peace they brought to the world and where to be put on LEASHES!
She thought back to the News article she had just read.
'Quatre Raberba Winner was sentenced to house arrest two weeks ago and a government collar was administrated yesterday at 6:37 pm in his L4 estate. There he will be unable to leave the house without a government official in a ten foot radius; this sentence will last until he reaches the age of 21 when he is of legal age to administer the locater chip into his spine which will make removal impossible without the aftermath of becoming paralyzed from the neck down.'
'Likewise is the sentence of Change Wufei who is in the hands of the Chinese government of the Earth sphere. Under the control of his government he will be unable to leave his house without an official by his side.'
'Heero Yuy already received his collar without complaint and stands faithfully as head of security for Miss Relena Peacecraft'
'Government officials still have warnings out for the two wayward pilots who both have been sentenced to immediate injection of the locator chip if not found within a weeks time.'
"OOOOOOOOOO! THEY MAKE ME SO MAD!"
Hermoine Granger glared at the innocently crumpled paper as it sat alone in her garbage. Still pissed Hermoine left her room in favour of preparing herself some lunch.
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