A Piece Of Paper Chapter 8, a Harry Potter + Gravitation Crossover fanfic

DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any shape or form, own either Harry Potter or Gravitation. They belong to J. K. Rowling and Maki Murakami respectively. Please don't sue me. Thank you.

SUMMARY: What if where there was Yuki Eiri, there was instead Harry Potter? Driven from England by his nightmares, he finds sanctuary in Japan and a life of solitude writing novels. Until that fateful day, when he picks up an innocent piece of paper floating towards him…

Italics&bold - dream sequence

Italics – thoughts

Underline – English

IMPORTANT NOTICE: After this chapter, this story will go on hold (well I might write another interlude to explain the end of this chapter...). The reasons? 1. I realised how much this story seemed like a post-war fic rather than a proper crossover 2. I want to fix that but have no idea how to go about it 3. a major loss in inspiration for this fic and thus 4. would rather work on my other ones... sorry everyone! But yeah... its become very non-crossoverish which makes me very annoyed at myself... unless you guys don't mind and want me to continue it anyway? o.o

But in any case, thank you to all those that reviewed! It is because of you that I finished this chapter at all! It is longer than the others though I must warn that it hasn't been properly edited...

Chapter 8.

"Neville!"

The brunette laughed at the stunned look on Draco's face, "Yes, it's me. It's good to see you too Draco."

"What are you doing here?"

"What, no hello?" Neville pouted, placing his hand over his chest in feigned hurt.

"You didn't answer my question."

Neville rolled his eyes, "What? Can't a guy visit his friends after they so callously dumped everything on him to fix up and then just up and left for another country?" he mused, grinning especially at Evan who flushed a slight red in embarrassment as he mock-glared at him.

Draco continued to stare at him in shock however, making Neville wonder if he'd lost a few screws these past years especially without such a loving, caring, sane (and thus, rules Evan out) friend like himself by his side, "Erm… Draco? I think this is where you come over here and give me a manly hug."

The others sniggered while Draco rolled his eyes as he move forward to give the Gryiffindor a 'manly' hug.

"Now that we've got that out of the way," Harry piped up, "Neville, I'd like you to meet my friend, Shuichi Shindou. Shuichi, this is Neville and is also another of my old school friends," he said, switching effortlessly from English to Japanese for Shuichi's sake.

The brunette had just noticed the small pink-haired individual who had been trying (and failing miserably) to follow their conversation. He noted how Shuichi seemed to look at Evan with such a mesmerized gaze yet the latter seemed to think nothing of it despite his ingrained annoyance with all of his fans which Neville was sure was something that his raven-haired friend still had. Yet, instead Evan gave the singer a fond look as he gently pushed the other forward. Neville, while happy it seemed Evan had finally found someone, wondered vaguely if he had walked into an alternate universe.

He jumped a little as a hand started waving in front of his face and glared at the smirking face behind it, "Oh good, you're still with us. Don't go all senile on us now Nevi-kun."

Neville made a mental note to get Seamus back for that when he least expected it, when he realised he had completely zoned out the others. Especially poor little Shuichi who look at him uncertainly, hand still raised for it to be shook. Swiftly he took the offered hand giving it a hearty shake while he imparted what little knowledge he had of the Japanese language as a sign of an apology, "Ah… Coin… um…ni… chi-wah?" the syllables stumbling out awkwardly, face heating up as the others laughed at his attempt and even the strangely nervous Shuichi cracked a wide smile.

"Oh Merlin, I knew you didn't speak fluent Japanese but that takes the cauldron cake, Mr. I-Know-More-Languages-Than-I-Have-Fingers!" the now-number-one-on-Neville's-hit-list-Seamus-Finnagan cackled.

Neville glowered, "Well, unlike some people, I hadn't really had a chance to sit down and properly learn it. Anyway, if we're to catch the next Portkey we better leave now."

"Oh? Neville, you're coming with me? Thought you would've wanted to catch up with Draco."

"What? And risk the possibility that you may go gallivanting off to save the world again with that hero complex of yours?"

Neville grinned cheekily as he ducked Harry's attempt to knock off his head while the other three looked at them in confusion, "What in the world are you two going on about? Are you going somewhere?"

Harry paused in the middle of trying to strangle his former roommate, "Oh that's right. A few minutes ago I received a message from our contact in England about some urgent matter that needed me immediately."

Draco sighed and asked whatever God that was out there for patience, "Really, only you two would forget to mention something that important," both Neville and Evan looked sheepish, "In any case, I'll come with you."

At that declaration, everyone looked at Draco taken aback (well, except for Shuichi who had long given up trying to understand what was going on and had settled on the couch just watching the byplay between the old friends).

"Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?" Evan looked at the blonde suspiciously as did Neville and Seamus.

"What? Aren't I allowed to keep an eye on my friends?" he asked, looking at his friends weirdly, wondering why they were so shocked.

Two of the three men sweat-dropped at this and quickly backed away from this line of questioning. After all, how could one tell someone that yes, this was exceptionally weird behaviour because he had spent the last few years at the beck and call of his wife and had ne'er strayed far from her? No, the two wished to stay in one piece thank you very much! Not Evan however, as he was never one to backed down from Draco, not to mention perfectly capable of defending himself from the overprotective and irate Slytherin that was sure to result.

"…What about Granger?" he asked, watching the blonde closely.

"What about her?" Draco replied with suddenly neutral look on his face. To say the other three men were bewildered at this behaviour was an understatement.

"Who are you and what the hell have you done with Malfoy?!"

Draco paid Seamus no heed however as he turned and made for the door, "Come on or we'll miss the Portkey."

"Wait," Evan said as he shook himself out of his stupor, "I haven't told Shuichi yet."

Hearing his name, Shuichi perked up wondering what was happening.

"Shuichi, I'm afraid I'm going to be gone for a couple of days," Evan had to use all his will power not to crumble at the stricken look on the singer's face, "I'll try to get back as soon as I can. In the mean time, take care of yourself okay? There should be enough food to last you and I bought a dozen packs of that Pocky stuff you like. They're in the top left cupboard. Oh, and remember not to let the stove going without someone watching it. And here, you can contact me on this number if you need me."

Shuichi nodded solemnly as he spoke, looking as if it were the end of the world. Seeing him like this, Evan's resolve finally crumbled and he stepped forward to give the teen a hug goodbye. He could just feel the smirking behind him.

He flipped Seamus one over his shoulder when the latter said in a stage whisper, "Riiiiight, only a friend."

The others only sniggered in response.

"I'll see you later Shuichi."

"Bye Evan!"

Seeing them done with their goodbyes, Draco turned to leave again only to run in Ryuichi as soon as he stepped out of the door.

"Ryuichi?"

"Drake! I found you! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Evan snorted, "Why is it that you are allowed to say that and I'm not?"

"Because I'm not a self-sacrificing Gryffindor with a Hero complex," Draco smirked in the others direction.

Evan stuck his tongue out at him playfully.

"Nice comeback."

"Shut up, Malfoy."

During this Ryuichi looked at his friend uncertainly. The blonde did seem fine at the moment but what if he was only trying to appear strong like he was apt to? Clutching Kuma-chan tightly, he wondered if Draco was ever going to be truly fine.

Seeing the turmoil that was no doubt caused by him in Ryuichi's eyes, the Slytherin gave him a gentle look not to dissimilar to ones that Evan would give to Shuichi and quickly moved forward to reassure his friend.

Not that he would realise, Neville thought with a sad smile that made Seamus look quizzically at him, Draco always said that Evan was dense when it came to love, but he's always failed to realise the same could be applied to him…

"You were to one to let him escape?"

"It wasn't my fault! There was-"

"Crucio!" The lithe figure smirked darkly as the man writhed in pain, screaming for mercy but the initial euphoria soon disappeared, "Get him out of my sight!" Dark eyes drunk in the sight of the closest two bystanders scramble forward to comply with the order, "Yaxley!"

Yaxley swiftly stepped forward and knelt in a submissive manner. After that small show, he wasn't willing to risk next recipient of an unfriendly spell, "I have obtained the information you have asked for. It seems our escapee has fallen into the hands of our enemy and is currently under close surveillance in the Department of Law Enforcement. Furthermore, it seems they have called in someone by the Evan J. Black from Japan."

"Evan J. Black? Doesn't sound very Japanese…" the figure pondered this silently as the few remaining Death Eaters who had managed to escape the law started having seconds thoughts. Did they really want to trade one megalomaniac leader for another? But then again… it was either this or Azkaban.

"Potter."

Perplexed looks were all that the figure received, "Evan J. Black is Harry Potter. Black from precious godfather, J no doubt standing for James his father and Evan… Potter's mudblood mother's surname was Evans. It's outrageously simple yet many would miss it as the mudblood's surname isn't particularly common knowledge and many still believe Black to be the Potter's traitor and wouldn't think Potter would ever choose something like that for his surname, golden boy that he is," the individual smirked again, "thing's are going to be easier than I thought so listen closely as this is exactly what we're going to do…"

"…andtheywerelikehisfriendsfromagesagoandprobablyevenlongerthanuswellthenagainEvanisolderthanussoitwouldbelongerthanusiftheywerefriendsfromschoolaswellandanywaytheyseemedverynicebuttheyweretalkinginEnglishIthinksoIcouldn'treallyunderstanddidItellyouEvanhasasexyEnglishaccent?hahayoudidn'thearmesaythatbutanywayahhhhhwhatifImadeabadimpression?Whatiftheydon'tlikeme?WillEvangetridofmeiftheydon't?Ohno!WhatamIgonnadoHirobutthenagaintheydidseemniceblahblahblah…"

Hiro rubbed his aching temple as his best friend rambled on about something or other Evan-related. Usually this wasn't much of a bother as he was used to it however today it seemed Shuichi was taking it to the next level. For the first time in a long time, he had a hard time picking out exactly what the singer was going on about but from the sounds of things, something had happened that made the once genki teen into a ball of nervous energy. He needed to interrupt soon, or it'll just go on forever…

"Shui-" Hiro tried to no avail as his best friend rambled on, "Damn it! Shuichi!" The guitarist's ears thanked him as Shuichi seemed to be shocked into silence, "Listen to me closely. Meet me at our usual place in the park so we can work off some of that excess energy and then you can explain to me what's going on, okay?"

Getting an affirmative, he said goodbye and hung up, relishing in the peace that followed. As he grabbed his coat and left his apartment, Hiro mused with relief that at least Shuichi sounded happy.

And if Shuichi was happy then he was happy.

As usual, Draco stepped out of the Floo with the elegance as expected of the Malfoy heir. However, all this was for naught as one Evan J. Black (aka the Boy-Who-Is-Extremely-Bad-With-Any-Type-Of-Magical-Transport-Other-Than-Brooms-And-Hippogryffs) stumbled out of the same Floo and collided with him, knocking both to the ground.

"Damn it Potter! Get off me!"

Harry grumbled, "I offered to go first but you just had to insist going ahead of me." He quickly stood up and offered a hand to his disgruntled friend but soon it was obvious that he shouldn't have bothered as Neville came flying through next, knocking the other two back onto the ground.

Draco wondered what he did to deserve being saddled with the two worst Floo users in the world.

"Oops! Sorry guys, guess I should've waited a bit longer before coming though but I had thought you would've moved away from the Floo by now…"

"Ah… well you see I kinda knocked into Draco and yeh… haha…"

Draco reminded himself firmly that these two were in fact his best friends and so strangling them would be exceedingly counterproductive and thus he resigned himself to shouting their heads off. But before he could do so a soft, tinkling laugh cut in. One that was very familiar.

Three heads looked up in surprise from the ground as one at the origin the sound.

"M… Mother?" Draco called out tentatively, eyes wide at the sight of the blonde woman standing nearby.

The woman nodded softly and smiled, "It's nice to see you buys haven't changed at all."

Realising they were still in a pile, the three men quickly untangled themselves and stood, unconsciously tidying themselves up under the gaze of the former Malfoy matriarch. They continued to stare at the woman, still in shock and disbelieving.

Narcissa Malfoy just smiled at them understandingly and stretched out her arms towards her son welcomingly.

Draco blinked and without thinking, stepped forward and grasped his mother in a tight hug showing exactly how much he had missed her. The other two stiffened however, eyes turning suspicious and bodies tense. For the thought-dead Mrs. Malfoy to suddenly turn up… they knew all two well how appearances could be deceiving.

But Draco wasn't deterred, "this must be why they called us here," he spoke softly, hoping to the heavens that he was right as he reluctantly pulled himself away to look at his uncertain friends.

Evan and Neville looked sadly at Draco. As much as they wished that this were the real Mrs. Malfay (she had lessened some of the ache both felt when they thought of their parents), it was nothing more than that – wishful thinking. There wasn't any reason for Lucius Malfoy to have spared his wife. She was only the means for him to get an heir and she had failed in the important task he had given her, that is, to raise Draco to serve the Dark Lord.

Draco looked at them, willing them to believe her. To believe him. He was sure this was his mother. It just had to be his mother…

They were still reluctant to accept her though, "What did I give Draco for his 18th birthday?" Evan asked, watching the woman carefully.

Narcissa smiled and said, "A pink dragon soft toy."

At this, Draco looked triumphantly at his flabbergasted friends. This had to be Mrs. Malfoy after all. For you see, only the four of them had ever been privy to this piece of information. It was Draco's best kept and most precious secret. As much as he pretended to be annoyed at Evan at this choice of present (especially the colour…), he had never had a toy such as this (Lucius had forbidden anything of the sort) and relished the thought his friend had put into it. All his other friends gave him gifts that meant nothing, assured that the ridiculous amount of money they had spent on it would be thought enough.

"Well, aren't you boys going to give me a hug too?"

Evan and Neville happily complied.

But as they joined together in a group hug, Evan couldn't help but feel there was something exceedingly wrong with Mrs. Malfoy…

He wasn't sure exactly how he had managed it, but Shuichi Shindou was most certainly and definitely lost. And too think! This was not only the city of his birth but where he had spent practically his whole life in! Inconceivable! He supposed it was somewhere between running for his bloody life and the threat of screaming fans that Shuichi had lost track of where he was, opting instead for the life-saving run-like-hell-and-take-cover frame of mind. Shuichi grumbled, huffing a little and trying to catch his breath, "well, at least I've lost them…"

Unfortunately for Shuichi, that was the exact moment his squealing fans made themselves known to him.

"Squee!! Shindou-sama!! Please, can I have an autograph?!"

"Aiii!! Shindou-sama!! Please sign my T-shirt!!"

"Shindou-sama, Shindou-sama!! Please sign ME!!"

Oh my God… thought a thoroughly horrified Shuichi, grimacing in particular at that last one. As if he would ever touch (Shuichi shuddered) one of them especially in the way he was certain the last girl was thinking of. In fact, there was only one person he would ever want to touch that way (-cough-hisemeraldeyedgod-cough-evan-cough-) and it was definitely not one of them!!

Shuichi gingerly peeked out from behind his hiding spot, hoping desperately for a chance to get away. However, it seemed Fate was not on his side.

Understatement of the year, the pink-haired singer thought when he peeked out only to find himself in the direct gaze of one of his fans. The two froze, one in surprise and the other in mortification.

"Where did he go?" another one of the fans wondered out loud, voicing the question many of them had running through their heads (you don't want to know what the last few were thinking -.-;). The query seemed to break the girl who was staring at Shuichi out of her trance and suddenly she was vigorously flailing her arms around and pointing in his direction, "He's over there!! Don't let him get away girls!!"

Shuichi felt like crying as he tore down the street in an attempt to get away, almost knocking down several people in his wake. He sprinted as fast as he could, trying to ignore the increasing pain in his poor legs and he ducked and dodged beneath and around the bystanders. He risked a glance over his shoulder, however a moment later he wished he hadn't: the fans had given no consolation to the innocent bystanders and ran over them like a horde of angry bulls. Or a tank. Both fit the scenario remarkably well.

Alas, in his moment of awe (the bad kind) at scene, Fate decided to throw another screwball at him: this time in the form of a conveniently (inconvenient in Shuichi's case) placed school bag and thus tripped. The world seemed to move strangely in slow motion for Shuichi for the next few seconds as the hard and unforgiving ground drew closer and closer. However, for the following baffling few seconds, the world appeared to slide to the right and just as suddenly, he felt the warmth of another body and a voice urging him to be silent.

The fans stampeded right past them. Shuichi was saved.

So filled with happiness that he made to whoop with glee before realising milliseconds later that doing so would no doubt inform the fans of his location and as such, was a very bad idea. Instead, as soon as a shrill "Wo-!" started to escape, he hurriedly covered his own mouth to muffle the rest of the sound. His savior gave him a very odd look indeed.

"Thank you for saving me," Shuichi said quietly as soon as he got his own mouth in control.

"No problem, I know exactly how you feel. As advice from your sempai, I suggested you were a cap or something to cover that red-alert hair of yours. The fans here can get a bit crazy in mobs, though, personally, I've had a lot more chase me at one time."

Shuichi looked at the dark-haired man in confusion. Sempai? And with his recent no. 1 hit, there were only two people Shuichi could think of that would have more fans chaser them than himself. The first, this man was definitely not, as he was certain Ryuichi Sakuma-sama had not dyed his hair black. The second was a closer resemblance as both this man and Evan had black hair but that's where the resemblance stopped.

"You're not Evan," Shuichi said heatedly, how dare the man think he could even compare with the other man? Outrageous!

"Evan? Oh, you mean Evan Black that author? Why can't I be him?"

"For one thing, he would never wear those tacky sunglasses you have on!"

"Ehh??? Tacky sunglasses??? My sunglasses are not tacky you little brat!!" the man shouted indignantly.

"Overthere! There he is! Shindou-samaaaa!!" a woman interrupted. Shuichi and the black-haired man froze, this isn't good… running through their minds at the same time.

"Hey isn't that Taki for ASK?! Aiii!! This is our lucky day girls!!" another woman added.

Taki and Shuichi stared in horror as one at the mob drawer ever near, insane grins on each and every face.

Run.

"Pot- er… Black, Longbottom and Finnagan! Glad you could make it!"

Harry, Neville and Seamus glanced up from their conversation in time to see a puffing Justin Finch-Fletchley running towards them. Skidding to a stop before the three men, they waited as the blonde tried to catch his breath.

"Finch-Fletchley?" Seamus looked at the blonde in confusion, "What are you doing here? I thought you had signed up to work as a Healer at St. Mungos? What are you doing here at the Ministry?"

"Yeh, I did. But you see, the reason Black was asked to come here, it concerns someone who's currently occupying a bed at St. Mungos and as Ernie needed to finish his initial report on what happened, I volunteered to come meet Black and bring him to him. Hadn't expected to see you guys as well but the more the more the merrier," the blonde smiled brightly at them, "Though I'm surprised Malfoy isn't here, thought he would've wanted to come even if it were only to make sure Black- or should I say, trouble didn't come and find Black."

Evan rolled his eyes as his companions laughed at his expense, "Draco's just spending some time catching up with his mum, by the way, was that the reason Ernie asked for me?"

"Oh, he's catching up… with his… m-mum," Justin stuttered to a halt, eyes wide and face rapidly turning pale, "W-What?! What do you mean spending time with his mum… she's at… unless… Oh no!!" and with that, he rushed off towards the way the three men came.

Harry, Neville and Seamus stared in confused shock for a second before hurrying after the blonde, what the hell? running through their minds. Harry, the first one to reach him, glanced curiously into the Floo room and vaguely wondered where Draco and his mother had gone.

"Oh no! Oh no! Holy crap! What are we going to do?!" Justin suddenly shouted, "He's gone… she's gone… they're gone!!"

"What in the world are you going on about?"

"Harry…" Justin turned solemnly to his former classmate, "You need to know… The reason we called you is that… well… Malfoy's mum… she wasn't Malfoy's mum… she was Malfoy's dad…"

"Are you on drugs?" Seamus cut in incredulously, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Justin took a deep breath to calm himself, "Narcissa Black, soon after her marriage to Lucius Malfoy, turned on her husband because he didn't wish to serve the Dark Lord. With the help of her family, they forced him into the guise of Narcissa using Polyjuice and the Imperius curse while Narcissa herself took on the form of Lucius, allying him to You-Know-Who and taking his place in the Ministry. We know this because we recently discovered Lucius' live body in cleaning up one of the more obscure residences that the Black's owned. That Lucius is now at St. Mungos and under the constant watch of aurors so that means the Narcissa you saw is…"

"WHAAAT?!"