09-Aug-2002
Parallel
A Harry Potter/Gundam Wing fanfic by Stormy
Rating: R
Pairings: 1x2 (more to be announced)
Warnings: Shonen ai (1x2), possible SBxRL (haven't decided yet ^^)
Spoilers: TPS, CoS, PoA, GoF, (HP) Endless Waltz (GW)
Additional Notes: Hmmmm... everyone wants all the G-boys in the HP universe? Hmmm...I don't think that will happen quite yet. After all, it was a pretty powerful time spell that sent the Hogwarts crew to the future, and we've already established they'll be hauling two extra and not one like they planned – Duo's not going to be left behind. Of course, that's if they go back at all. *winks* My, oh, my, what have I got planned...
Additionally, why does everyone assume that Duo and Heero will automatically seek out Draco and threaten the daylights out of him? Could be, just maybe anyway, that growing up in a war-torn world gives you a more mature outlook on school-yard scuffles – maybe Draco and his cronies simply aren't going to be worth their time. But one never knows, hmmm? ^^ Glad everyone seems to be enjoying this. And remember, there's lots more to come!
Heero was positive he was alive.
If he focused hard enough, he could faintly hear the lub-dub of his heartbeat. He was sure his hands and toes were wriggling if he tried. He was of the belief that he was simply asleep.
But he wasn't dead.
Tilting his head back, Heero balefully glared at the light blue sky, the sun's rays shining down on his face, warming his skin. He was standing in the middle of some kind of playing field on the lush green grass, encircled by gravel to outline what he was assumed was the out-of-bounds area.
Banners flew merrily in the breeze, amazing, considering that it had to be a dream, and therefore there couldn't possibly be any wind. In front of him were three tall poles, the centre being a bit higher then the rest, with hoops on top. To all sides of him, he could see the stands where the spectators would sit. However, the seats were nearly thirty feet above his head.
The whole scene was quiet and peaceful. A sense of contentment seemed to permeate the very ground upon which he stood. Heero folded his arms. This had to be someone's idea of a joke.
"It's not a joke," came a voice from behind him. Heero whirled around.
A short boy, rail-thin with messy black hair and thick glasses stared at him, smiling warmly. His eyes were bright green and shone with intelligence. And on his forehead, Heero could see the famous scar. Automatically he reached up to his own forehead, running his fingertips over the familiar gouge in the skin that Sirius had revealed to him.
"Who are you?"
The boy cocked his head to one side, still smiling. "Who do you think I am?" His tone was curious and friendly, the question an honest one. His eyes twinkled in a manner that Heero found a bit disconcerting. The sparkle seemed to be on the surface; if he looked deeper into the boy's gaze, he was sure he saw hints of something more, something dangerous.
Still, the Perfect Soldier wasn't easily intimidated. Heero stared at him levelly. "You're Harry Potter," he said finally, accusingly. "You're the one they've all been looking for."
The boy shook his head. "Mmmmm... close, but not quite." He stepped forward, still looking Heero in the eye. "I'm you. You're me. We're neither Heero Yuy nor Harry Potter." He grinned. "Kinda confusing, isn't it?"
Heero snorted. "I am not calling myself Heero Potter or Harry Yuy, if you're getting to that."
The boy chuckled, and Heero turned away. Looking up at the poles, he squinted a bit.
"What are those things?"
"Quidditch goals." Harry appeared next to him, gazing up at the silvery hoops with a reminiscent smile on his face.
"And they are for..."
"Playing Quidditch."
The boy reminded him annoyingly of his lover with the glib remark. Heero growled and glared at the bespectacled boy. "You don't happen to have a Maxwell in your family history somewhere, do you?"
Harry shook his head. "I'm afraid not."
Just as well. Two Duos... well, Heero didn't think the world – neither past nor present – was ready for two Maxwell demons. He waved at the towers again and the surrounding bleachers above their heads. "Why is everything so high up?"
Harry gave him an appraising look. "Why do you think?" he returned quietly.
Heero was about to coldly announce that he had no idea, hence the reason he had asked in the first place. Then an image flashed in front of him, and he blinked, staring.
It was like he – or a very close approximation of him – had darted out in front of himself, hovering above the ground, streaking along, scant inches above the grass before disappearing just before the apparition hit the stands.
"What was that?"
Harry didn't answer, but merely watched Heero with darker, expressionless eyes, the smile suddenly gone. It was like Heero's face had appeared on Harry's face, the green turning to dark blue and then back. Heero shook his head, and it was Harry standing there again.
"What was what?"
"That... whatever it was," Heero said slowly. He turned away from Harry and stared at the playing field again. "That ghost that looked like me. I was flying..."
"Flying, yes. But that wasn't a ghost." Harry looked up at the blue sky, smiling as though he saw something wondrous that Heero couldn't.
"Then what was it?"
"A memory."
Heero gasped as the silent figure appeared again, circling above them this time. Heero could make out his doppelganger riding a broom, not merely floating as he had thought before. Then he snapped his head to the side.
The stands were filled with people, some half-formed, some familiar but all with that same pale, see-through appearance as the first memory. Their mouths were open, some cheering, others seemed to be booing, but Heero couldn't hear anything. If he strained his ears, he could faintly pick out a buzzing noise, that no doubt would swell into thunderous applause if he could just remember where he knew this from—
"Watch," Harry breathed, reaching out and gripping Heero's arm with surprisingly strong fingers. Heero followed his animated gaze to the centre of the field again, hundreds of feet above their heads.
"What am I—"Heero began, but then his breath caught as he watched the boy above fall. His heart sped up as the broom and its rider neared the ground, their speed growing at an ever-increasing rate. His eyes were fixated on that slim figure, hurtling towards the grass, his arm outstretched, and unknowingly, his own arm reached out, mimicking the pose instinctively.
He could feel the wind whistle in his ears, the powerful winds being generated by the descent sending his hair streaming behind him. His robes were snapping as he plummeted. Dimly he could see something in front of him. A hint of shimmering gold, a flash of silvery light, inches from his fingertips. He strained a little bit harder – he was almost there—
Heero gasped as his fingers clutched empty air, watching as the mirage in front of him snapped up the golden object, its tiny wings – wings? – fluttering madly like some kind of manic hummingbird. Heero panted slightly, the adrenaline leaving his body in a rush as he watched the figure pull out of the deadly dive, disappearing altogether.
"What... what WAS that?" he gasped, turning to face Harry. "Another memory?"
He stumbled back in shock.
Harry had disappeared, and staring back at him was his own face. There was a faint smirk on his angled features, cool Prussian blue looking unimpressed as he checked himself out.
"What do you think?" Heero's twin asked. He was holding something in his hand. Tiny wings beat madly through his fingers where they had escaped. It was the thing Harry had been chasing. This is the Golden Snitch, an older voice told him in a friendly voice. It's your job to catch it.
Heero watched as one half of his twin's face went a few shades paler, the cheekbone sticking out a bit. One eye turned bright green. The hair lightened from its customary black to dark brown. The messiness remained the same.
The amalgamation of Harry Potter and Heero Yuy stared at him, impassiveness and friendliness expressed at him in a strange combination of youthful teenager and hardened warrior. Both eyes had a hunted look to them.
Heero/Harry tossed the snitch at Heero who caught it automatically, his fist closing around the struggling golf-sized ball.
"You'll accept it," Heero heard the voice whisper as the world spun around him, colours colliding and smearing like an artist's palette. "You have to. For both our sakes."
Before Heero could ask what that meant, he saw two red eyes open up in the middle of the twisting maelstrom he was caught up in. A sinister voice rang out.
"Avada Kadavra!"
Green lightning shot out at Heero who threw his arms up in a desperate attempt to shield himself—
--And shot upright in bed, letting the covers slip down to his waist as he gasped harshly for air. His chest heaved as he sucked in desperate gulps of air; sweat pouring down his face in rivers. His heart was racing nearly as fast as it had been when he had reached for the Snitch.
Slowly, Heero looked up and across the room where the large mirror attached to the dresser stood. His own eyes burned back at him, that damnable scar seeming to glow in the faint light shining through the window—
Wait a minute. Heero blinked as he realized he was home. He took in the piles of dirty laundry piled by the closet door, inches away from the hamper, a testament to Duo's apparently decreasing basketball skills. On the dresser was that silly looking stuffed animal that looked like Duo with batwings, complete with a little brown braid, a gift from Duo's best friend Hilde on his last birthday. On the other side, was Heero's case with his laptop, safely stashed away on small shelf near the bed.
Had it all been a dream?
Heero thought he would feel a rush of relief at that, but was stunned to find a lump in his throat. He raised shaking fingers to his face and brought them away, staring with disbelief at the moisture collected at the tips.
He was crying.
Impossible! Heero blinked rapidly. This was silly, he reprimanded himself, and slowly moved to get out of bed. The sheets clung to him damply, a physical reminder of that terrifying voice from his memory and he squeezed his eyes shut.
It had just been a dream. A stupid, idiotic dream.
There no such things as wizards. He was not part of a merged psyche with some boy from the past. He couldn't do magic. And, he told himself bitterly, he certainly didn't have a family. No one that loved him except Duo. The sooner he remembered that, the better off he'd be. He pushed away all the strange thoughts that kept coming to the front of his mind, begging to be acknowledged. They weren't real.
Casting off the damp sheets, he grabbed a fresh tank top from the half-open drawer and pulled it on, deciding his shorts were good enough until he could shower and change into his Preventor uniform. He raked his hand through his sweaty hair, grimacing at the oily feel of it, and decided a shower was the first thing on his agenda for that morning. Then he left the bedroom.
He had intended to head straight for the bathroom, when a loud peal of laughter burst out of the kitchen stopping him in his tracks. He froze as he recognized it as Duo's. He went even colder inside when he heard a matching, much-lower voice chuckling along with his partner.
Reaching automatically for his gun, he cursed himself as his fingers grasped empty air. Giving up, he strode to the kitchen.
He stopped short as he took in the sight of his lover, still clad in a pair of baggy shorts and an over-sized tee-shirt, laughing at some story a dark-haired man, wearing old robes, was telling him.
Heero sagged against the wall as he watched Sirius Black cram a piece of toast into his mouth. The tiny sound he must have made caught both pairs of sharp ears, and Duo looked up at him, looking both extremely happy and relieved.
"Heero! You're awake! How do you feel?"
Heero could only stare numbly at Sirius as memories assaulted him. Memories of Sirius riding Buckbeak, Remus teaching him how to cast a particularly difficult spell, Ron looking furiously at some blonde-haired boy, Hermione studying, a tree with wildly waving branches, a rat that somehow wasn't a rat, ghosts walking through walls, a three-headed dog being chased by a giant man shouting "Here Fluffy!", a nurse with a harried expression but kind eyes, a dragon with a golden egg—
Those memories were instantly overlaid with images of his Gundam, Doctor J handing him a gun, a little girl walking her puppy, aiming a gun at Relena, Duo shooting him, destroying the shuttle of pacifists, blowing up his Gundam, launching a rescue mission in space, trying to shoot through the reinforced shield of the underground base, Duo holding him in the hospital—
He let out a whimper as he sank to his knees, still clutching the wall as Duo and Sirius leaped to their feet.
"Heero?" Duo's voice sounded panicked and far away, as though Heero was hearing it through six feet of water. "Are you okay?"
"It was real," Heero whispered as he felt Duo's arms wrap around him. He could sense Sirius next to him and he reached out blindly, somehow both wanting and needing the man to hug him, to prove he was real. Sirius seemed to understand the wordless request and situated himself on his other side, his wiry but strong arms enfolding him. It was times like this that Heero thanked the stars above that Duo seemed to understand just what he needed, and refrained from saying anything about the strange behaviour of his lover. Instead, Duo tightened his grip and reached out, pulling Sirius closer to Heero.
Heero knelt there, sheltered in the arms of the two men that cared about him the most. His lover, and the one person Heero realized was like a father to him. He closed his eyes.
"It's all real..."
End Chapter 8
I realize I probably could have made this longer (it's about one page shorter then the others) but this was a great place to stop, so that the next one can be even longer. ^^ Did that make sense?
This chapter is dedicated to Sentinal cat who wasn't content with just the FFNet reviews, and sent me a personal email that was very encouraging. *hugs* Thanks SC!
Also, to LMN who reviewed every chapter – and incidentally, who I'm VERY glad to see is in good health despite reports to the contrary. *thwaps* Don't scare me like that! *hugs tightly*
Feedback please? Honestly, it encourages me to write faster!
Stormy
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