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Harry Potter and the Secret Link	By : LeAnnRingo Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 3407 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~*~*~*~*Harry Potter and the Secret Link*~*~*~*~

~*~*~*~*Capricious Purple Clarity*~*~*~*~

~*~*~*~*Chapter Ten*~*~*~*~

What a disturbing turn of events.

Three -not one, not two- THREE of Maxwell’s friends were
there, at Hogwarts, tensed and prepared, not counting Winner.
Four friends in total.

“There are more of them?” Sprout fretted in a whisper. “Albus,
one alone took out TWO of my greenhouses... One I can barely
keep standing! My plants won’t survive with FIVE of them
running amuck!”

“I assure you, Ponoma,” Dumbledore twinkled, “Misters Yuy,
Chang, Winner, and Barton won’t provide you with the same
problems as Mr. Maxwell.”

If possible, even Severus seemed to look a mite worried.
“Let’s hope not,” Minerva said faintly. Albus was certain her
mind was going back to the many... incidents... that had
quickly become commonplace at Hogwarts.

Albus thought it was rather amusing. His associates, however,
did not.

When the Headmaster pulled the tapestry back, Duo’s cheery
smile and unassuming demeanor greeted him. “Hey, Albus and
company.” He corked his head to the side. “Come to meet our
friends?”

“Indeed we have, young Mr. Maxwell,” Filius said with a true
smile. He, of all the professors, took Duo better than most.
Besides, charming soot from the Charms rooms’ ceiling was a
great deal easier than, say, recovering from a Drought of the
Living Death that lasted two weeks.

“Guys, these are Professors Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall,
Filius Flitwick, Ponoma Sprout...” He motioned toward Albus,
smiling crookedly, “and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
Headmaster, Professors, this is Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton, and
Heero Yuy.”

The three latest newcomers didn’t even shift where they stood,
bodies facing Duo and Quatre, heads turned to the point they
could see the Hogwarts staff clearly. All looked stunningly
different from their two comrades -one, a Chinese boy, greatly
resembled Cho Chang. In fact, even his name was Chang -Wufei
Chang. Or, according the Asian form, Chang Wufei. His face was
serious and young -but his eyes displayed just how much wisdom
this teenager beheld.

Trowa Barton -blank, cold, and mysterious. Even if Dumbledore
hadn’t known the boy’s age, he would have had trouble placing
just how old this 17 year old was. He had an ageless face,
with ageless eyes that displayed nothing important to him -in
fact, nothing at all.

Heero Yuy was stoic and tense, hand twitching at his hip where
the faint outline of a weapon sat comfortably. He had emotion,
of this Dumbledore was sure -restrained, tightly controlled by
a obsessive compulsive part of his mind. Heero Yuy reminded
Dumbledore greatly of someone; it did not bode well for the
boy. Or Hogwarts.

Chang Wufei bowed respectfully. “I take it you are responsible
for Maxwell’s further well-being?”

“Not for a lack of trying on Mr. Maxwell’s part, I assure you,
Mr. Chang,” Dumbledore said jovially. “But yes -Mr. Maxwell
has gifted this school with his presence for many months now.”

A spark entered Mr. Yuy’s eyes momentarily. “I strongly doubt
‘gifted’ is the word you intended to use, but I speak for my
companions when I say we understand.”

“Ooooi,” Mr. Maxwell groaned. “So mean...”

“So cruel,” Harry piped, grinning from ear to ear.

“But so true,” Chang Wufei shot back, earning an easy laugh
from Harry.

“Our wands worked for them, professor,” Duo said offhandedly,
idly rubbing the tip of his wand in absent thought. “Isn’t
that odd?”

“Odd? Not quite so, Mr. Maxwell,” Albus said with a twinkle in
his eyes. “If they weren’t even a little magical they wouldn’t
be able to see Hogwarts right now. This room would be mere
rubble to them.”

Trowa appeared thoughtful. “The concept of magic may explain
how Duo was a specialist in staying out of sight on a mission.
The enemy never noticed he’d been there until the fireworks
went off.”

Fireworks?

“It explains a damn lot,” Duo grinned. “Quatre’s space heart,
Trowa’s infiltration specialty, Heero’s ability to jump from a
thirty story building sitting on a cliff and surviving the
fall with just a broken leg....”

Harry blinked. “You mean that tripe story is true?”

Duo put a hand to his chest, as if highly offended. “Why, Mr.
Potter! I run, I hide, but I never tell a lie.”

“But Headmaster,” Ponoma said frettingly, “I can understand
how the Department for the Recruitment of Young Witches and
Wizards can make the mistake of missing one wizard -but five?”

“Ah, but they only made one mistake, Ponoma,” Albus claimed
cheerfully. “Mr. Maxwell’s name was listed in the Book of
Newborn Witches and Wizards since the day he was born. However
-you all recall your astrology classes, am I right? Almost two
hundred years ago, muggles began colonizing the stars.”

“Muggles?” Chang Wufei inquired stiffly. Severus had narrowed
his eyes on the four youth when they exchanged similarly
secretive looks upon the mention of Maxwell’s name being
listed anywhere.

“Non-magic people,” Albus explained kindly. “There is no way
for wizards to find potential students upon the star colonies,
as we call them. I’m sure there are many more potentials other
then yourselves that reside in the colonies, unknowing of the
power they wield. Mr. Maxwell was born on Earth, but due to
certain unforseen circumstances, he was relocated to one of
the star colonies at a very young age.”

“My mother died,” Maxwell said cheerfully, startling Severus
with his rather glib posture.

“Yes,” Albus nodded, apparently unaffected by Maxwell’s
attitude. “Mr. Winner happens to have pureblood ties -his
mother was Quatrine Malfoy.”

“Malfoy!” McGonagall exclaimed, everyone’s eyes flashing to
the surprised blond boy. Severus supposed that explained the
uncanny resemblance between Draco Malfoy and Quatre Winner.
Severus could understand everyone’s disbelief -the boy was as
far from Draco Malfoy, attitude wise, as night was to day.

“I never knew my mother’s maiden name,” Winner admitted
softly, his hand absently clutching at the area above his
heart. “She died not long after I was developed.”

“Developed?” Filius murmured.

“Quat’s a test tube baby,” Maxwell replied frankly. “But that
doesn’t make any sense -he has sisters all over Earth, but
none of them show the slightest bit of magic!”

“Ah,” Albus said, looking puzzled. “But it is impossible for
someone who was not born naturally to be a wizard, Mr. Winner.
Are you positive you were born in one of these... test tubes?”

“The atmosphere of L4 wasn’t ideal for natural birth in regard
to my mother,” Winner said, sounding strangely bitter. “My
sisters and I were developed in test tubes.”

“But Mr. Winner,” Albus said gently, “I’ve seen your mother’s
death certificate. She died due to complications during
childbirth. Her obituary clearly stated that her son
survived.”

“Son?” Winner said faintly. “But... I don’t...”

“Have any brothers,” Barton said quietly, startling most. The
boy hadn’t said anything since the professors and the
Headmaster entered the room.

“The only logical conclusion,” Yuy said evenly, “is that you,
Quatre, were born naturally.

“My father would have told me!” Winner insisted, the clenched
hand over his heart bleaching white. Barton placed a
comforting hand on Winner’s shoulder, and the blond boy smiled
thankfully at the taller European youth.

“I’m sure his reasons for keeping the origins of your birth
secret were, to his mind, for the best, Mr. Winner,” Albus
explained soothingly. “I had the pleasure of meeting your
father once, and he seemed like a very kind man.

“Chang,” the Headmaster went on, “is a very common surname;
however, I know of at least several Changs of pureblood
lineage who are fine witches and wizards. You, Mr. Chang,
could be a descendant of any one of them, or even a muggleborn
-a witch or wizard born of muggle parents.”

The Chinese youth nodded sharply. “Perhaps. My family happened
to be very convinced that all myths were, at one time, based
on fact.”

“That they are, Mr. Chang,” Albus said cheerfully. “Messrs.
Barton and Yuy could very well be muggleborns as well. Witches
and wizards have very strong ties to the mystical energies
that Earth has to offer. Once one who is destined to be a
witch or wizard leaves the earth, it is theorized that his or
her magic becomes dormant, awaiting the time for when the
destined wizard returns to where all humans originate. There
could literally be hundreds residing on the star colonies who
are magical in nature; sadly, without our natural home, that
power is inactive.”

“Taking in the fact that this... magic,” Chang said slowly, as
if the word ‘magic’ was a foreign one that he’d never thought
would pass his lips without some form of ridicule attached,
“is real, than I suppose that is a likely conclusion.”

“Of course,” Albus said whimisically. “Now. Mr. Maxwell came
to me not long ago with word that his friends were in great
need of asylum. However, in a turn of good fortune, it seems
that you four are quite capable of becoming students at this
fine establishment.”

“By choice, you mean,” Barton said evenly, drawing several of
the professors’ curious stares. “You would not force us to
attend this school.”

“Of course not,” Albus said. “However, I’d like to point out
that learning to control your inborn magical talent would be a
very fruitful endeavor. Those of the wizarding world are not
very concerned with muggle particulars.”

“Duo,” Yuy said, turning a contemplative glance toward the
braided boy. “What’s your report?”

“This place is cool,” Maxwell said airily. “Good food, fun
classes, a few not-so-fun classes that I’m sure you and ‘Fei
will like, at least-“ The Chinese youth snorted derisively,
giving the American a wry glance, “-and I’ve been here for
months and they haven’t kicked me out yet. And, like the
Headmaster said, muggles can’t see it. Harry, wanna say
anything? Pros, cons?”

“Hogwarts is well protected,” Harry said after a moment of
thought. “I mean, I have an evil megalomaniac wanting to kill
me every year, and I’m still alive.”

“By luck and sheer stupidity,” Severus mumbled. Luckily only
Albus and Minerva heard; Albus smiled in amusement as Minerva
gave the Slytherin Head of House a firm glare.

“Hn,” the Japanese boy grunted, glancing at Winner.

The blond smiled brightly. “I think it’s a very good idea, and
we’ll learn a lot of new things that we hadn’t known about
before. Trowa?”

“I’m in,” Barton shrugged. “Wufei?”

“I suppose taking advantage of the school’s generous
hospitality would not hurt,” Chang said evenly. “Yuy, what say
you?”

“I’m not against the idea,” Yuy replied.

Maxwell laughed in delight and pumped a fist in the air. “Yay!
The Fab Five are all together once again!” The exuberant boy
threw an arm around Yuy’s waist, pulling the Japanese youth
close. “Missed ya, Hee-chan!”

“Hn. Baka,” Yuy said, expressionless save for a minuscule
smile. He tugged absently at the end of Maxwell’s long braid,
holding onto the rope of hair for a moment longer before
dropping it again.

I knew that thing had to have been used for a leash by
someone, Severus thought privately.

“How swell!” Albus clapped his hands together cheerfully. “Our
first order of business is the Sorting, and tomorrow morning
one of the staff shall escort you to Diagon Alley for your
school supplies. Minerva, the Sorting Hat, if you will.”

“You brought the Hat?” Maxwell said, slanting a sly glance at
the Headmaster. “That sounds prearranged.”

“Well, magic or no, your friends could have attended some of
our classes without worry,” Albus explained, taking the
Sorting Hat with a thankful smile towards the Transfiguration
professor. “Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, and Herbology
require little to no magical talent. In case your friends were
willing, I thought it would be prudent to bring the Hat.

“Now, in alphabetical fashion, Mr. Barton will be Sorted
first.”

Barton moved forward wearily. “What does it do? And what is a
Sorting?”

“There are four houses at Hogwarts,” Albus explained. “There
is Gryffindor for the brave and daring (to which Mr. Maxwell
resides), Hufflepuff for those of patience and hard work,
Ravenclaw for those who are not adverse to knowledge and
learning, and Slytherin for those of cunning and ambition. Our
own Professor McGonagall is the Head of Gryffindor House.
Professor Snape, our resident Potions Master, is the Head of
Slytherin House. Professor Sprout, our Herbology teacher, is
Head of Hufflepuff House, and Professor Flitwick, our Charms
professor, is Head of Ravenclaw House. The Sorting Hat will
tell us where you belong.”

“I see,” Barton murmured, taking the Hat from the Headmaster’s
wizen hands and slowly slipping it on his head.

----------

Ah, a Sorting already? I see... very peculiar circumstances.

Trowa frowned. You speak?

I do more than just speak, dear Mr. Barton! I plunder the very
depths of your mind to find out where you belong.

I see. Do you disclose any information to the Headmaster? I do
not appreciate my privacy exploited.

Only very rarely, Mr. Barton, and very candidly. Now... A
quick mind, I see, and very patient. Difficult, very
difficult. Ah... Aha, a very cunning young lad, aren’t you? A
good spy... So much trouble in your past. Better be...

“SLYTHERIN!”

Trowa slipped the Hat from his head and handed it off to
Wufei. “It talks.”

“I noticed,” Wufei said dryly. Trowa shrugged and walked back
to Quatre, sparing the slight boy a small smile. Wufei would
see what he meant by that when he put the Hat on.

----------

Another one? Dear me, a busy day, isn’t it?

Wufei started, scowling quickly. ‘It talks.’ Thank you,
Barton, the heads-up was appreciated.

The Hat chuckles reverberated through his skull. That Mr.
Barton, a man of few words, isn’t he? Now, let’s see... Ah.
Ahhh, a noble warrior, are you, Mr. Chang? Very brave, very
daring, and yet... Not very brash, are you? The downfall of a
Gryffindor, I’m afraid. No, you think before you act. I see
you have a very scholarly nature about you, Mr. Chang, which
makes you destined for...

“RAVENCLAW!”

Wufei removed the Hat from his head, shooting Trowa a quick
glare. “You couldn’t have spared a few more words to explain
that this thing burrows through your mind?”

Trowa shrugged again. “Told you.”

Wufei snorted, immediately passing the thing to Winner before
moving away. Maxwell gave him a cheery smile.

“Knew you were a closet bookworm.” Maxwell snickered.

“Better that than an idiot like you, Maxwell,” Wufei retorted.

“Oi, I’m hurt. Hit me right here, it did.”

----------

When Quatre slipped the Hat over his head, he was the first to
broach the silence with a somewhat hesitant, Hello?

Thankfully, the reply was somewhat expected. Hello. My, you’re
a polite one. Such a pleasant change. How are you, Mr. Winner?

I’m quite well now, thank you.

Of course you are! That is, now that you have the one whose
heart you desire with you. Quatre felt his cheeks heat up, and
he looked at Trowa guiltily from beneath his lashes. The Hat
chuckled. Hm. Now let’s see... Very polite and unassuming...
Why, you’d make a very pleasant politician, wouldn’t you?
Alas, very few of your nature like to pursue a career in
politics -some would view such a vocation as a Slytherin’s
ambition. Hmm... Yes, you aren’t afraid to get your hands
dirty to benefit the world, are you, lad? Kind, patient... I
have just the place for you.

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

“As if there was a doubt,” Duo said cheerfully, winking at
Quatre as he pulled the Hat from his head and handed it to
Heero. Quatre beamed at Duo’s remark.

----------

How enigmatic...

Hn. What’s enigmatic about it? You put me where I belong.

Oh, but Mr. Yuy, it’s much more than that! You are the
embodiment of cunning and bravery, ambition and daring. Very
rarely do I see these qualities come together, and only in
very peculiar people. Our very own Mr. Potter, for one... In
fact, you remind me much of Mr. Potter, Mr. Yuy, except... on
the opposite spectrum. You see, he too saved the world, some
would think. Whereas he is uncertain about his own abilities,
you are very confident in your competence. So I think I shall
sort you into...

“SLYTHERIN!”

“Aw,” Duo whined. “Hee-chan, I was sure you’d be in
Gryffindor!”

“Hn,” Heero grunted, giving the smiling Headmaster the Hat.
“Gryffindor was a strong second.”

“That’s typical,” Duo groused. “You always have to be so damn
difficult.”

Heero smirked. “You like me that way.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“Yes.”

Duo sighed wistfully. “Ah, I missed you guys.”

“Wish the same could be said for us,” Wufei said with a smirk.
“Of course, we missed Quatre a great deal...”

“Don’t be cruel, Wufei,” Quatre said warmly. “We were very
concerned about Duo when he stopped sending us
correspondence.”

Duo grinned. “Aw, you do love me!”

“Like toe fungus.”

“You like toe fungus?”

“What? No! Maxwell, don’t be disgusting!”

“Says the guy who likes toe fungus.”

Dumbledore cleared his throat pointedly, suppressing an amused
smile. The formerly silent boy -Harry Potter, he said his name
was- wasn’t half as candid about his apparent amusement. The
green-eyed wizard was outwardly snickering at Duo and Wufei’s
nearly constant bickering.

“Well, I do believe it is almost curfew,” Dumbledore remarked
casually. “Your Heads of House will lead you to your common
rooms. Until tomorrow morning, I bid you all a pleasant
night.”

End Chapter Ten

The Sorting and Why:

Putting them all in one house is just so overused. I mean,
come on! Their personalities are just so different that the
likelihood of this happening is next to nil!

Trowa- SO Slytherin. I don’t know why people put him in
Hufflepuff. (Probably to be with Quatre.) They say Slytherins
make the best spies, and Trowa is ACE at espionage.

Quatre -Hufflepuff is a given. Just like Duo said. Well,
actually... yeah, he might make a good Gryffindor too. If he
were meaner, I swear he’d be a great Slytherin. Wait...
destroyed a colony... Hm. It’s the nice ones you have to
really consider...

Wufei -Before he was a warrior for truth and justice, the guy
was all Mr. Scholarly Pants. Ergo, Ravenclaw. Though he would
have made a brilliant Gryffindor. I struggled a bit with this
one. I decided Fei-fei needs to go back to his roots just a
little.

Heero -Now, I debated for a while as to whether I should put
him in Gryffindor with Duo, or Slytherin. I decided that, just
for a bit of extra spice, I’d put him in Slytherin. I see
Heero as a very goal-oriented guy, Mr. All About The Mission.
He’s cold, he’s calculating, he’s Slytherin. Aside from the
pesky bravery and willingness to throw his life away over
matters small and large... (Self-destructing, saving the
world... Not great Slytherin stuff, but... eh. :shrugs:) It’s
my fic, and... :whips out artistic license: God, I love this
thing.

I would like to take this opportunity to again point out that
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Houses ARE NOT USELESS CANNON FODDER.
Slytherin is NOT a production factory for the wicked, and
Gryffindor doesn’t always turn out good apples. LABELS SUCK!
Thank you.
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