11-Aug-2002
Parallel
A Harry Potter/Gundam Wing fanfic by Stormy
Rating: R
Pairings: 1x2 (more to be announced)
Summary: Heero Yuy and Harry Potter. Transcending time and space, the mystery of what became of Harry Potter is about to unfold.
Warnings: Shonen ai (1x2), possible SBxRL (haven't decided yet ^^)
Spoilers: TPS, CoS, PoA, GoF, (HP) Endless Waltz (GW)
Additional Notes: What – my reviewers calling it quits? Chapter 8 only got like a few responses. *frowns* I don't know how to take this. Is my work not worth reviewing? So good it doesn't need it? So bad you clicked right back out of it? Am I doing everything you want and therefore you don't need to make suggestions?
It only takes a second and it really helps me out as a writer. I write to please myself, and I certainly won't withhold chapter's b/c of a lack of feedback, but it really does help me improve, as well as encourages me to post faster.
Heero had fallen back into his customary silence shortly after coming to his senses. Duo had known the exact moment the Perfect Soldier had regained control but the sudden stiffness in his limbs and had broken away, gently but firmly pulling Sirius with him.
As though nothing unusual had happened, Heero had stood up, given them both morning nods, and had set about getting his own breakfast together from the mountain of leftovers piled on the counter. A single eyebrow had been raised at the amount of food, but Duo had quickly explained that Sirius had conjured it up for them and knew even less about restraint then he did.
"I'm going for a shower," he said curtly, exiting the kitchen. Duo nodded absently and gathered up the dishes. He paused, watching Sirius stare at the empty doorway with a sad expression.
"Ignore it, Sirius," he advised, setting the plates and glasses on the counter so he had a free hand to open the dishwasher. "He'll snap out of it by the time he finishes his shower."
"Snap out of what?" Sirius asked, rising to give him a hand.
"That 'Perfect Soldier mode' he goes into every now and then," Duo answered him, busily stacking the plates. "Whenever he shows too much emotion, or something just plain old throws him for a loop, Doctor J's training kicks in as a way of coping." Duo paused in his work, leaning against the washer and gazing at Sirius with a serious expression. "It's mostly Heero's story to tell, but the bottom line is that Heero was raised to believe that emotions are an exploitable weakness. He was never allowed to show compassion, sympathy, remorse, happiness, sadness – anything that makes someone human. Doctor J wanted him to be a human robot – machine-like, emotionless." Duo gave a small, sad smile. "After all, they can't have a killer angsting over what he does for a day job."
"A killer..." Sirius looked back at the doorway.
"He was trained to be an assassin before J scooped him up and began making him the Perfect Soldier," Duo said, resuming his work. The glasses began to fill the top rack.
Sirius handed the braided boy the last of the dishes from the table. "That's when Heero fought in the wars? And met you?"
"Me and four others, but yeah, I was first." Duo quirked a real grin. "Our meeting was a real explosive one, you could say."
Sirius grinned. "Really?"
"Yeah. I shot him twice."
The glass Sirius was holding slipped out his grasp and struck the floor. Duo eyed the shards of glass scattered on the tiles and then frowned thoughtfully at Sirius. "Maybe I should have started at the beginning?"
"Please do." Sirius's voice was frigid.
Duo shrugged. "I happened to be at a base that Heero had been sent to destroy. We were on the same mission but we didn't know it. I had finished taking out the suits located underwater – Deathscythe's thermal blades are the only weapons that work as well underwater as they do on land."
"Deathscythe?"
"My Gundam. I found another Gundam lying on the ocean floor, in self-destruct mode." Duo shook his head. "Such a beautiful piece of work – there was no way I was wasting that! I stopped the suit from blowing up and attached it to my suit for transport back to the surface. Then I swam out and up to see what was going on above before using Deathscythe to blow up the missile launch station."
His eyes went distant as he relived the old memory. "I heard some girl scream Heero's name and I headed up on deck to see Heero pointing a gun at a girl in a party dress. He was about to kill her so I interfered." He grinned cockily. "I shot him in the arm and he dropped his gun. He didn't like that very much and went for his gun again, and I shot him again. Then the girl threw herself in front of him and asked me what I thought I was doing."
Duo snorted. "Ex-cuuuuuuuuuuse me! I thought I was saving her ungrateful life! Turns out she had followed Heero – she had a crush and apparently stalking was the 'in thing' that year – to stop whatever he was doing. While I argued with her, she patched him up, and then I saw Deathscythe bringing the other Gundam to the surface, ahead of schedule. Before I could do anything though, Heero had thrown himself onto a stack of missiles and set them off before throwing himself into the water. He knew the Gundams impact tolerance, and that's how I knew he had to be another pilot. He was picked up by rebels and taken to their hospital. I busted him out and went on to the rest of the war."
Sirius had gone back to his seat to listen and was now glowering at him. "You shot him? Twice?"
"Yup." Duo grinned at him. "Still stuck on that, are you?"
Sirius glared at him. "Forgive me if I'm a little stunned. It's a bit shocking to hear that my godson has been nearly killed. And by the person who loves him!"
"Well, I wasn't with him at the time," Duo defended himself. "Geez."
"Like that would have stopped you anyway," came a dry voice from the doorway. Duo blinked and Sirius turned in his chair. Heero stood in the doorway in his khaki Preventor pants, a green tank top and was vigorously rubbing a towel through his spiky dark-brown hair. "After firing missiles on Deathscythe, I was a dead man no matter what."
"Or when certain somebody's steal Deathscythe's parts for their own Gundam," Duo shot back.
"Are you still angry about that? I already apologized. And it was necessary for the—"
"—mission, I know," Duo finished with a smile. "I just like picking on you."
"You and everyone else," Heero muttered. He looked at Sirius who was chuckling broadly at their banter, and felt his memories sort themselves into their proper slots. "Hello Sirius."
The quick shower had done him some good. His memories had returned rather quickly after the shock of seeing both Sirius and Duo in the kitchen, the dream juxtaposed with the reality in front of his very eyes. He now had both sets of memories trying to align themselves properly, and though he was still very confused, at least the person claiming to be his godfather wasn't a stranger anymore.
Sirius had blinked in shock as Heero greeted him with a very familiar, if quiet, tone of voice. "Heero?"
"And Harry," Heero shrugged. "I think my memories have all come back – I just have to sort them out." He gave a weak smile. "It's rather difficult trying to remember what I did as one twelve-year old in one timeline, and what I did at the same age in the other."
"I'll bet," Sirius muttered. "But you're okay now?"
"I think I will be."
"Thank god." Sirius stood up and stalked over to Heero and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tightly. Duo's jaw dropped as slowly, almost hesitantly, Heero's arms came up to hug him back.
"I wish I had a camera."
"Baka," came the muffled retort against Sirius's robes. Duo grinned. At least some things hadn't changed.
Hermione paced around the main room of their hotel suite anxiously. Ron counted off as she marched back and forth.
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven – reach the end, whirl around so fast her robes fly up and flashes a bit of skin and heads on back-One-two-three-four-five-six—
"Hermione, would you stop?" He finally shouted at her, holding his head in his hands. "I feel like I'm watching one of those muggle sports – Venice or something—"
"Tennis," Hermione corrected him without slowing down.
"—Tennis, whatever, and you're making my head hurt!" Hermione didn't seem to be inclined to stop, so Ron shrugged and picked up one of the pillows next to him on the large, plush couch and threw it at her. It struck her in the head, bringing her to a halt.
"What was that for?" she demanded, reaching for the fallen projectile.
Ron shrugged. "It made you stop."
Hermione scowled and flung the pillow back at him. He caught it easily.
"What's got you so wound up?" He wanted to know. "Dumbledore already told us they just went home for the night, and Sirius is with him. He's fine!"
"I know, it's just..." Hermione's voice trailed off and she moved over to the couch. Ron sidled over enough to give her room as she sat down next to him. "He's been missing for so long – we thought he was dead – and now he's back and he doesn't remember us and now he's gone again." She gave Ron a weak smile. "I'm just worried about him."
"I know you are, 'Mione," Ron said quietly. "I am too. But everything will turn out all right. This is The-Boy-Who-Lived, remember? He's got the devil's own luck."
"I hope so," Hermione replied, sniffling quietly.
"What's with all the glum faces?" came a familiar cheerful voice. Hermione and Ron jumped off the couch and whirled around to see Heero, Duo and Sirius standing behind them. Duo waved cheekily. "It's bad enough trying to keep the glums off these two – don't tell me I have to start telling you bad jokes too!"
"Those bad jokes are what gave us the 'glums' in the first place," Sirius grinned. Duo scowled.
"I think I liked you better when you were brooding—ACK!"
Heero had reached out and given Duo's braid a quick tug. "Quiet."
"Spoilsport," Duo pouted, sticking out his tongue, but the grin never left his eyes. Hermione looked Heero over carefully and saw an answering twinkle in his as well.
"So are you guys ready to come on Maxwell's Tours for the Magically Inclined?" Duo asked, leaping over the back of the couch and landing cross-legged on the biggest cushion. He cocked his head as he smiled at Hermione and Ron.
"I believe they are, Mr. Maxwell," said Dumbledore, smiling warmly at the group as he entered the room. "Heero, how are you this morning?"
Heero had watched the man enter silently, going through his jumbled memories. "Fine, sir."
"Of course you are," the Headmaster chuckled. "Of course you are."
"Harry—Heero, I mean," Professor McGonagall sighed as she followed behind the Headmaster. "I am never going to get that straight. Are you going to the... Preventor's was it?"
"Yes ma'am," Heero said politely, although somewhat reserved. His eyes seemed to drill holes right through her head. His eyes were so old, so wary. They were almost frightening.
"So serious—"
"Hey!" Sirius objected.
"—it's hard to believe you and Harry are the same person..." She shook her head. "Ah well. Hermione, Ron, be very careful. Don't use your magic, we don't know what the Ministry's like here—"
"Which is something we'll find out today," Remus finished her sentence for her. "I want to know what's happened here in the future. If Hogwarts is still around."
"We'll be done early today," Duo murmured, shooting a quick look at his partner who nodded in confirmation.
"Sirius? Are you coming with us?" Hermione asked.
"Of course!" Sirius glanced at Heero, smiling brightly as Heero gave him a small one in return. "I want to see this place without peeking through an Invisibility Cloak."
"Which form are you going as, Padfoot?" Remus inquired curiously. Sirius blinked and threw him a dangerous look. Duo looked interested.
"What did he mean by that?"
"I think 'Padfoot' should definitely come along," Heero said suddenly, with a faint smirk. "He can come with us to see what the tour won't show."
Sirius studied his godson carefully and then nodded. Duo was about to ask for some kind of clarification when all of a sudden, Sirius disappeared. Duo blinked in astonishment as a large black dog appeared on the floor in front of him, wagging his tail excitedly. It was a huge dog, with large paws and a thick silky coat. But his eyes were still Sirius's and when Duo crouched down, still gaping, he saw them gleam with intelligence.
"Wha—" Duo croaked. The big dog seemed to get impatient and nudged against the braided boy. In his stupor, Duo fell over, still staring.
"Is he all right?" Ron whispered to Hermione who watched Duo worriedly.
"Perhaps we should enervate him—"
"He's fine," Heero interrupted them, watching his lover with amusement. "Any second now—"
"THAT is SO COOL!" Duo squealed, exploding up from the ground to glomp the dog around the neck. He pulled back and stared at Sirius, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "Was that a spell? How did you do that? Can anyone do that? Can I do that? Can Heero? Do you have a dog mind or a human mind?"
"Duo!" Chuckling, Heero reached out and snagged his partner by the braid, pulling him up to give Sirius some room. "Sirius is an animagus – that's how he can transform."
"An illegal Animagus," McGonagall said, frowning, but her eyes were still smiling.
Sirius turned back into a human and grinned at Duo. "I really like him, "he said, shooting an approving look at Heero who smiled and nodded back.
Duo was still watching him in amazement. "Man oh man – invisibility cloaks, wands, spells, changing forms..." He shook his head. "If only I could have known about this stuff during the war—"
"Yeah," Heero said faintly. Duo's head snapped up. Heero's eyes were dark, not looking at anyone in particular. Instantly, Duo was in front of him, reaching out to cup the side of Heero's face in his hand. Heero's eyes came back into focus, looking into light violet pools.
"With me, Hee-chan?" Duo asked softly. Heero nodded and then his own eyes became stern.
"Duo—"
"I'm fine, Heero," Duo cut him off. "Yeah this stuff would have come in handy back home, but you can't change the past. You told me yourself we can only influence our future." He grinned cockily, but Heero could still see the darkness hiding in the back of his eyes.
"Duo—"
"So are we going?" Duo whirled around, clapping his hands once. He waggled his finger at the group, still staring at them. "If we're late and Lady Une skins us alive, it's going to be all your fault."
"We can't have that now, can we?" Dumbledore smiled. "Are you ready to go?"
Hermione and Ron nodded eagerly. Sirius looked worriedly at Heero who was giving his partner an exasperated glare before shrugging resignedly. "Let's go."
They gathered in a group, and Dumbledore waved his wand over them. The last thing the teachers heard was Duo's cheerful voice.
"This is way cooler then taking the bus!"
Preventor HQ was actually a large building in the centre of the city, specifically chosen because the top of the structure gave the agents line-of-sight across the country in all directions, making it perfect for the satellite set-up that covered the roof.
Lady Une prided herself on running a state-of-the art agency that specialized in preventing government and terrorist problems by stopping them before they had a chance to get started. The first few floors were devoted to civilian and entry-level workers, mainly in Accounting or doing the filing in the underground structure that held backups of everything in the building. There was a team devoted to making copies of everything filed, every day – every scrap of information, every intelligence report, for safe deposit in the Vault. The team was secure, of highly ranked war veterans who knew what 'security' and 'non-disclosure' meant. Trying to get in the underground Vault was nearly impossible with the combined threat of the team, and the security system Heero Yuy himself had designed with input from the other Gundam Pilots.
The next few floors were for officers, with barracks and living quarters for those who stayed there for 'round the clock security. These floors had their own private elevator located at the rear.
Floors eight, nine and ten were filled with radio equipment, and transmitting devices. There were a few scientists scattered around, usually cooking up new gadgets and devices to help the agents do their jobs.
There were several floors devoted to labs, so the agency could do their own sample studies and analysis's without having to compromise security by bringing in outside help. Lady Une had taken particular pride in these floors, modelling them after the highly effective and sterile lab environments she had presided over during her days in Oz. They had the most up-to-date equipment thanks to the funding provided by Queen Relena of Sank, and was recognized as the top lab in the world.
The final two floors were restricted to all but the Inner Circle of the Preventor's, and whomever had a special pass issued to gain access. The security to the top two floors was as heavy as the designs on the Vault.
It always gave Heero a sense of self-satisfaction to be able to just walk into the private elevator and push the button for that floor without ever having to explain himself to the people on guard. It amused him, and Duo and too, he knew, to see the dropped jaws of the newbie workers who waited to see if security would haul them out. He and Duo – as well as the rest of the Gundam pilots – didn't look like the trained terrorists they were. None of them were even over sixteen.
Heero masked a grin as he and Duo ushered Ron, Hermione and 'Snuffles' into the elevator. As usual, Duo leaned out and waved goodbye to the gawkers, pulling back just as the doors closed.
"This is a real 'elnavator'?" Ron asked excitedly, looking at the buttons with a longing expression. Hermione watched him warily, ready to pull him back if he decided to try punching them all at once. "Dad would love this!"
"Elevator," Duo said, smiling. He found Ron's antics vastly amusing, and had had a great time introducing the redhead to the wonders of the buzzer, the swipe card, and the security video camera. "Your dad likes this kind of stuff?"
"He's fascinated with Muggle creations," Hermione answered, smacking Ron's fingers sharply as he reached for the big red button marked 'Emergency stop'. "As is he."
"Cool."
The elevator let out a soft chime, and an electronic voice announced they had arrived at the top floor. The doors slid open revealing the large room, with several well-lit corridors branching off in various directions.
A blond boy had been looking out the window, turning when the elevator had opened.
"Hey Duo! Heero!"
"Quatre!" Duo yelped, and launched himself at the blonde boy. Hermione and Ron watched as the frail-looking boy caught the flying American easily, twisting in mid air and landing on Duo with a thump on the ground. The blonde pinned Duo's arms to the ground and declared loftily, "I win!"
"Damn," Duo groused. The blonde laughed and got off him, holding out his hand to pull him up. Then he turned to see all the strangers accompanying Heero. His eyebrow rose questioningly, but he did nothing more then step forward, his hand outstretched.
"Hello! I am Quatre Rebarba Winner," he said, smiling pleasantly. Hermione grasped his hand firmly with an answering smile.
"Hermione Granger. I'm pleased to meet you."
Quatre nodded. "Likewise. "He held out his hand to Ron who took it eagerly, pumping it up and down.
"Ron Weasely!"
"And this is 'Snuffles'," Heero said, fighting back the urge to grin at the look of complete incomprehension that crossed Quatre's face as he looked at the big black dog holding his paw out. With a laugh, Quatre knelt down to shake the dog's paw solemnly, proving his manners were nothing if not impeccable.
"Pleased to meet you, Snuffles."
Standing, he looked at Heero and the smiling Duo. "I just know there's a story here."
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you, Quat," Duo said, shaking his head.
"Quatre! Have Yuy and Maxwell arrived yet?" A sharp, strident tone rang out, and Ron and Hermione watched as Duo's eyes seemed to narrow with evil, mischievous intent. Ron glanced at Quatre and Heero who exchanged a look and then stepped back.
A slender, black-haired Chinese boy stormed into the room, a sword at his side. "Maxwell! You're late again! And dragging Heero along as well! We have been waiting for you to begin the meeting and—" he stopped suddenly, as he registered the two strangers and the big black dog standing with Heero and Duo. The dog was on its feet, growling.
"What's going on?" he asked instead, switching tangents without missing a beat. "Do they have the clearance to be here?"
Heero gave him an evil look that implied death if Wufei was accusing him of lousy security. Duo smirked.
"WUFFERS!" he roared, tackling the Chinese boy in the same style he had Quatre, but with much more effectiveness. The boy disappeared under the attack, cursing obscenities at Duo, as well as making general references to his parentage as the braided boy rolled with him across the ground.
Another boy, with long brown bangs that covered one eye, stepped warily into the room, eyeing the two combatants with a resigned smile. Then his eyes lit on the blonde boy standing with Heero and two newcomers, and he crossed the room quickly, leaping easily out of the way as Duo and Wufei rolled by again, trading holds and counter holds. He landed next to Quatre and wrapped one arm around his waist as he greeted Heero before turning his curious green eyes on Ron and Hermione.
"This is Hermione Granger and Ron Weasely," Heero introduced them. A low growl and a persistent nose in the leg reminded him. "And this is Snuffles. Guys, this is Trowa Barton."
Trowa nodded politely at Ron and Hermione and then knelt down to say hi to Snuffles. He stroked the big dog's head gently, scruffing his ears before standing back up.
Heero sighed. "Whose turn is it today to break them up?"
Quatre poked Trowa. "Better get to it." He smiled angelically when Trowa shot him a dirty look and headed out to break up the fight.
Hermione watched anxiously. "Is Duo all right?" she asked worriedly, as Trowa threw himself into the fray. "That other boy won't hurt him will he?"
"Wufei?" Quatre shook his head. "Nah – they do this all the time. It's become a kind of ritual greeting for them. They enjoy it, though you'll never get Wufei to admit it. He likes having someone to spar with, and Duo's a really good fighter."
"Why not Heero?" Ron asked curiously. Quatre grinned, sending an apologetic smile at Heero.
"'Cause Heero could break him in half."
"And you?" Hermione asked, still watching as Trowa managed to snag Duo by the braid and Wufei by his ponytail, hauling them up and walking them over like chastised children.
"They won't fight with me," Quatre said, mock-pouting. "They think I'm too weak."
"No, we're just afraid Rashid will break our legs if we hurt you," Duo said, still breathing heavily from his morning tussle. His eyes were bright and sparkling as he twisted out of Trowa's grip. Wufei walked over, his eyes a little warmer then they had been before. "Rashid's even scarier then Heero."
"Not to mention that army that follows him," Wufei added. "Despite life's annoyances—" he shot Duo a quick look that Duo returned by sticking out his tongue "—I happen to be satisfied with life, and have no wish for it to end yet."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Quatre said, shaking his head. "They wouldn't hurt you and you know it. They're all such nice people!"
Duo grinned.
Ron looked at Trowa curiously. "Do you ever speak?"
Trowa smiled faintly as Duo laughed out loud. "When I have something to say."
"Yuy, who are these people? And that... dog," Wufei added, warily looking at the giant animal sitting there with a frighteningly intelligent expression.
Heero sighed and went through the introductions again, noting that Quatre's eyes had fallen on him sharply, one hand coming to rub at his chest in that thoughtful, casual way that meant his Space Heart was telling him something. He shook his head at the Arabian who raised one eyebrow suspiciously before nodding slightly. Heero smiled thankfully, making both of the blonde boy's eyes streak towards his hairline at the un-Heero-ish behaviour.
"Why are they here?" Wufei continued, eyeing Ron and Hermione suspiciously.
"I'm gonna get Grant to give 'em the grand tour while we're in our meeting," Duo said, reaching for the intercom on the wall.
"Give them something to do while we pretend to do something official."
"Maxwell—"
"Wuffers—oh, hey Grant." Duo turned to his conversation, ignoring Wufei who growled.
"So what's going on?" Trowa asked quietly. He had not missed the exchange Heero had had with Quatre, nor the quick way Duo had dismissed Wufei.
"It's a long story," Heero said finally. "One that you'll hear about later."
Duo hung up the handset attached to the receiver and came back over. "Grant's on his way up."
"Hermione, Ron – Grant will give you the grand tour," Heero told them briskly. "Hermione, ask him for one of the training manuals – if Grant can't answer all of your questions, the book will. There's an index in the back for quick references."
Hermione smiled. That was a hint of Harry showing through. She began to relax a bit as she finally realized her old friend wasn't as gone as she thought, and the familiar twinge of excitement coursed through her at the thought of learning something new. She nodded.
Ron rolled his eyes at her excitement over getting yet another book, when Heero focused on him. "Ron, ask Grant to take you to the training area – you'll probably like that." Heero smiled. "It's kind of like an Auror training room, except with no magic."
Ron blinked as Heero mentioned magic, but saw that Quatre, Trowa and Wufei looked merely interested, not shocked, or demanding for Heero to explain. He nodded slowly, his eyes lighting up. "Cool, mate."
At the familiar addressing, the other pilots did look shocked, particularly when Heero did not even give them one of his patented death glares, but amazingly they refrained from saying anything. Ron looked at Snuffles.
"What about him?"
"He'll be staying with me and Duo," Heero said, quirking on lip upwards. Wufei looked aghast.
"Bringing the dog into the meeting?"
"He's a very smart dog," Heero deadpanned. Quatre laughed.
"Noin, Hilde and Lady Une will probably spoil him to death," he said, still chuckling. "They're admitted dog-people."
Snuffles perked up.
Heero tugged on the leash. "But he'll behave – won't he?" He glared at the dog, who whimpered and nodded. Only Trowa caught that quick movement of the dog, and he stared, switching his gaze back and forth from the dog to Heero, who noticed and gave a silent groan.
'Later', he mouthed, and Trowa nodded slowly, giving the dog one last glance before following Quatre who was headed for the meeting room. Wufei headed after them. The elevator behind them opened with the same electronic voice announcing the rider's destination, and a handsome young man stepped out, snapping a crisp salute as he registered the elite's presence.
"Sir! Lieutenant Grant reporting for Duty!"
"At ease, Grant," Heero said dryly. He wasn't much for military protocol. Neither was Duo, who had waggled his fingers in response to Grant's salute. "This is Hermione Granger and Ron Weasely. They would like to see the Preventor HQ up close and personal."
"Yes sir!" Grant smiled at the two strangers watching him with friendly looks. "It would be my pleasure."
Heero nodded. Duo had picked Grant because the man was a friendly and fun guy who was easy to get along with. He was also a top-notch soldier, just behind the Gundam pilots in his marksmanship and would take good care of his friends. "let them go where they want – you guys have full clearance. Anyone complains, tell them to take it up with me personally."
"Understood sir." Grant looked at Ron and Hermione. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah!" Ron cheered, waving quickly at Heero, Duo and Sirius before practically dragging Grant and Hermione into the elevator. "I want to push the button!"
"Not that one—" Hermione's exasperated voice was cut off as the doors slid shut. Duo chuckled.
"They'll have fun with Grant."
"So what rank are you?" Sirius asked, transforming with a smile. Heero shook his head.
"The pilots and I don't have any official rank, save that we're higher then anyone else in the building, save Lady Une herself. She offered to give us rankings but we declined them."
"Yeah," Duo put in. He tugged at his braid with a grin. "We're not exactly military-style anyway."
"Change back, 'Padfoot'," Heero said. "It's time for the meeting."
Sirius turned back into Padfoot's familiar form, and the two agents with their new 'pet' headed off to work.
End Chapter 9
Next up, Dumbledore and company discover what the future has in store for Hogwarts! It's not what you would expect, either. Trust me on this one. ^^
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