• 1-In the Beginning
• 2-First Meeting Between Brothers
• 3-Enter Trouble
• 4-Look, Ma, It's a Gryffindor!
• 5-Classes, Take One
• 6-Classes, Take Two
• 7-A Prophecy
• 8-Duo and the Gifts
• 9-The Date
• 10-The Panther Lily
• 11-Harry Finds Out
• 12-The Talk
• 13-A Big, Not-So-Bad Day
• 14-The Lust
• 15-Baying of the Hounds
• 16-The Past Uncovered, A Gift Discovered
• 17-Theta and Omega
• 18-Past's Perfect
• 19-Cousins and Presents
• 20-The Game
• 21-Jealousy
• 22-Vanuli Kind
• 23-Belles of the Ball
• 24-The Attack
• 25-The Morning After the Night Before
• 26-The Aftermath of the Fight
• 27-Trying and Failing
• 28-While You Were Sleeping
• 29-Waking Up is Hard to Do
• 30-Vanuli Parties
• 31-We Three Kings
• 32-Study Groups and the Hufflepuff
• 33-Lost? In Hogwarts? Impossible!
• 34-Beta-6, Omega-2, and the Werewolf
• 35-A Vision, a Change, and an Amenea
• 36-Kidnapped
• 37-Zacharias vs. Neville
• 38-D-Day
• 39-Preparations
• 40-The Consequence of Love
• 41-The Wedding
• 42-Wants and Needs
• 43-The Awakening, the Capture, and the Hufflepuff
• 44-Of Boyfriends and Boxes
• 45-Zacharias Loves Harry
• 46-At Haven
• 47-Breaking Up is Hard to Do
• 48-Commenisse Memoria
• 49-Booamyie Wishes and Bellarmee Dreams
• 50-Heero's Pain
• 51-The Prophecy Potion
• 52-Joining Visions
• 53-Pensive Memories
• 54-Werewolves
• 55-I Hate You, I Love You
• 56-Gilding Harry

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sorry
about the delay of the next chapter. I had some problems that I had
to take care of these past few weeks, but they're done now. The next
chapter should be out next Monday, the 8^th. I think it's
the eighth, anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own
any things Harry Potter—the characters, setting, plot,
everything belongs to the wonderful J. K. Rowling and whomever else
she decides. I do not own anything Gundam Wing—the characters,
setting, plot, everything belongs to (I think) Bandai and Sunrise.

Spoilers: This fic
contains spoilers for books 1-5 of Harry Potter and all of the
episodes of Gundam Wing. This fic does not include Endless Waltz.

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Neville/Harry,
2x1

Category: crossover,
fantasy, general

Author: Selune

Author's site:
http://www.gundam-wing-universe.net/fanfiction/menu.php?id=113

Summary: Two years ago,
the One Year War ended. At this time, the five heroes—the Gundam
pilots—disappeared from the Muggle world. Three of them—pilots
02, 03, and 05—reappeared shortly after in the Wizarding world,
as students at Hogwarts School of Witchraft and Wizardry. Now, twenty
months after the fact, Heero Yuy and Quatre Winner are coming to
Hogwarts, and they're bringing all of their secrets with them. The
world—especially one Harry Potter—will never be the same.

Peace, Love, and Family:

The Story of the Vanuli
Three

Chapter 19: The Game

"No. This won't
work," Relena announced as she stepped into a room to the right
of the common room.

Harry looked into the
room she—his cousin, by
blood—entered. He could see nothing wrong with it or with the
rest of her, Tashpi's, Milliardo's, and Lucy's temporary quarters.
Granted, they were
pretty small, just four rooms, one of which was a bathroom,
connecting to a common room the size of his Aunt Petunia's den. The
bedroom he and Relena—and Tashpi, who couldn't seem to get out
from under Relena's ass—were currently in the biggest one, as
far as Harry could tell. It was rectangular, which was to be expected
because the whole area used to be the Charms classrooms, but of a
fair size. There were two large dressers to the far end, just under
the window. In the middle of the room, the headboard facing the left
wall, was the biggest four-poster Harry had ever seen. All in a not not too shabby.

"It's
not big enough," Relena said, turning her back to her
companions.

"What
do you mean?" Harry asked, knowing he was about to be made to
feel very stupid. For the past two hours—the length of time it
took them to find these apparently inadequate quarters—every
time anybody said anything, Harry was reminded of how very
little he actually knew about Vanuli culture. He didn't know the
typical daywear of his people, where the majority of them lived, or
what they liked to eat. He wasn't even that clear on what Dorothy was
to him! Besides her title, Naiyama. Every time one of his newfound
cousins, brothers, or protector said anything about the Vanuli—which
was only every other word out of their respective mouths—Harry
felt his frustration rise a little bit.

Tonight,
when he and his brothers went to bed, Harry would explain this to
them. Quatre and Heero would help him learn everything he needed to
know.

"This
bed just isn't big enough for eight people," Relena said,
swerving back around to look at Harry. "How does Dumbeldore
expect us all to fit in that?" She pointed to the bed, a
look of mild disdain crossing her face.

"He
doesn't," Milliardo said. Harry turned to look at him. Tall.
Aristocratic features. Married to Lucy. Father of the unborn Allurna.
The Head of his House—whatever that meant. Harry had a feeling
that it wasn't comparative to Professor McGonagall and Gryffindor.
Relena was the Heir. "Professor Dumbledore doesn't know of our
preference to be as close to our family as possible, even in sleep.
There are two other bedrooms, passed the common room." Milliardo
stepped closer into the room, eyeing it over. He nodded his head, and
Harry took that to mean it was satisfactory. "If we take out the
dressers and expand the bed until it reaches the window, we should
all be very comfortable tonight."

Milliardo
started to walk out of the room, then stopped. "Oh, yes. Heero
is currently jumping on the bed in what I believe to be your room,
Relena. He managed to make Quatre join him. They both wish for the
presences of their "favorite middle brother and cousin 'Lena."
"

***

Jumping on beds is fun,
Heero thought, as he did just that. Especially
Hogwarts beds. They have just the right amount of
springiness and aren't too soft.

"Ten
little monkeys jumpin' on the bed," Heero sang, grabbing
Quatre's hands and jumping the both of them in circles. "One
fell off and bumped his head. Momma called the doctor, and the doctor
said, "No more monkeys jumpin' on the bed." "

Heero
felt more people climb on the bed, and he released Quatre'sds, ds,
instinctively allowing Harry and Lena to fill in the empty spots.
Harry grabbed Heero's left hand, Relena his right, and Quatre their
empty ones.

Heero
continued singing his song as the four of them jumped. He couldn't
remember where he heard it, but it was a great bed-jumping song.

"Nine
little monkeys jumping on the bed! One fell off and bumped his head!
Momma called the doctor, and the doctor said, "No more monkeys
jumpin' on the bed!" "

***

Dorothy
watched her boys as they played, flinching every time one of them, or
Relena, came close to the edge. She knew they were almost grown and
that a tumble off a three foot high bed wasn't likely to hurt any of
them, but she still worried. Beside her, she could see Tashpi doing
the same thing.

"Donai
Maya, Tashpi," Dorothy said, speaking to her directly for the
first time all day.

"Hnn,"
Tashpi grunted. "Donai Maya, Ismea."

Ti
wi
was Dorothy's older sister by two years. She was the daughter of
Vikimi and Teurnna Mordal. Teurnna was Dorothy's mother. Even though
they were raised in vastly different worlds—Tashpi was raised by
her Vanuli parents, and Dorothy by her human grandfather Dekim with
considerable influence by her cousin Treize—the two were fairly
close growing up.

After
Dorothy's father died when she was a year old—he was Deatheater
killed by Voldemort on the day before Halloween for displeasing
him—her grandfather raised her. Not knowing how to raise a young
girl because he'd had all boys, Dekim usually took Dorothy to her
mother for several months out of the year. While there, Dorothy met
Tashpi, and the two became fast friends.

As
Dorothy got older, Dekim put her in boarding school after boarding
school to keep her out of the way. When school was out for the
summer, Dekim took to keeping her with him, preparing her for the war
ahead. The war between Earth and the colonies. Dorothy grew closer
and closer to Dekim and the human world, and farther and farther away
from Tashpi and the Vanuli one. From the time Dorothy was eleven,
until the time that she was fifteen, she had no contact whatsoever
with the world of her mother.

Relena
Peacecraft changed all that. Relena, raised by wizard parents who,
even though she believed them to be her birth parents, taught her all
about the Vanuli. Relena, former Queen of the World and current Queen
of the Sank kingdom. Relena who was—upon Dorothy's first meeting
with her—one of only two members of the regal Peacecraft clan.
Dorothy knew that she could have loved Relena, if given half a
chance. But she wasn't.

There
were only two reasons for a Vanuli to kill another Vanuli. The first
was considered an honor and in most cases, unavoidable. When twins
were born to a Vanuli family, the mother almost always died instantly
after giving birth, the drain on her magic and body being too much to
take. Occasionally, the mother would survive, but just barely. At
e tie times, the mother would be placed in a coma-like state until
suche ase as the twins reached their majority. On their Life Day, the
twins' mother would be awakened and sacrificed during the Fusion, in
which the two became the One. It was a wholly beautiful experience,
and Dorothy was very excited that she would get to experience it in
her lifetime.

The
second reason was a fate worse than banishment. It was a disgrace to
the entire clan; a blight on their very name. When a warrior became a
Naiyama—such as Dorothy and Tashpi had—she took an oath to
protect her Niamo, her chilrom rom all harm. Her whole life revolved
around the one she was to protect. She loved her Niamo, and he, in
turn, trusted and loved her. If a Naiyama were to break that
trust—and in doing so, oat oath—she would be put to death.
The only example of a Naiyama ever doing such a thing was in
883 A.D. Vierry Kordel made love to her sixteen year-old Niamo,
Allurna LeFey. She was executed within one week's time.

When
Dorothy first met Relena, she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that
she was meant to be Relena's Naiyama. So Dorothy never tried to
become romantically involved with the princess. When, upon Relena's
sixteenth Life Day, Dorothy didn't feel the distinct pull that
signified a call to service, she was deeply disappointed. When
Dorothy discovered just exactly who Relena's protector was,
she was very relieved. Dorothy knew Tashpi would take care of her
friend, following all the rules and regulations that one must. In
three months time, when Dorothy felt not one, but three
distinctive tugs at her stomach, telling her to go, find her
boys, Dorothy left Sank with a heavy heart and a suspicious mind.

Dorothy
could tell, even then, that there was more between Relena and Tashpi
than there should be. The furtive looks. The casual touches that
lingered just a bit too long. It all pointed to the one thing that
could never be, and that spelled trouble. The whole thing was wrong.
Sooner or later, they would slip up, and the wrong person would find
out. That would put an end to their love affair in the most gruesome
way possible, and it would kill Relena.

Dorothy
couldn't forgive her sister for what she was doing to Relena, but she
wouldn't interfere. That didn't mean she would be nice to Tashpi,
though.

"Do
you think we should stop them, now?" Lucy—formerly
Lucretzia Noin—asked, startling Dorothy out of her reverie.
Milliardo's wife patted Dorothy on the arm, as if sensing her
thoughts. "I remember Relena saying that she wanted to play a
game of some kind?"

***

Heero
was so excited. They were about to play the Game. He was going to
play the Game! Heero stood in the common room with the rest of the
family, waiting for the Game to begin. Milly was explaining the Game
for the benefit of Lucy and Harry.

"The
object of the Game," Milly said, holding up a large jar; it was
glowing a bright blue, "is to get this. This," he
shook the jar for emphasis, "is a Vahir. It is pure energy, set
to a timer. When the time is up, the Vahir will become corporeal.
Whoever has it at that moment wins the Game.

"Now
for the rules." A number of groans sounded from around the room,
Heero included. Why did such a great Game have to be messed up with
rules? "Rule number one: no one player can have possession of
the Vahir for the entirety of the Game." Glares all around were
directed to Relena. "Rule number two: no one team can
have possession of the Vahir for the entirety of the Game."
Glares for Heero and Quatre. "Rule number three: no player is to
seriously harm another player with the intention of gaining
possession of the Vahir. That means no maiming." Glares to
Dorothy. "Rule no four: no one—team or player—is to
use the facial expressions "puppy dog," "hang dog,"
or any other with the intention of inspiring pity in other players in
order to gain possession of the Vahir." Glares to Heero, Quatre,
and Relena. "Finally, rule number five: Heero and Quare are not
allowed to be on the same team."

"What?"
Heero exclaimed. This was an outrage! Who was supposed to be his
partner in crime, err, in the Game, if not Quatre?

"I
claim Harry!" Quatre shouted, grabbing onto said brother.

"Relena!"
Heero claimed soon after. If he couldn't have either of his brothers
as his partner, he would have his favorite cousin. And they would
kick. Quatre's. Ass.

Heero
grabbed Relena to him, their arms linked. Heero saw Quatre do the
same to Harry, on his right, and Tashpi linked arms with Dorothy, on
his left. Seeing that the teams were ready, Milly raised the jar and
unscrewed the lid.

"Let
the Game begin," he said as the Vahir flew out.

***

Harry
watched, mesmerized, as the Vahir was let out of its cage. It was so
beautiful as it flew towards the middle of the room, and fast. Like a
Snitch. Harry would catch it in no time.

If
Harry understood Quatre correctly, the Game was like a kind of
magical "Tag." Only you wanted to be "It."
Players would chase the Vahir around the playing area—usually
much larger than these five rooms—and whenever it was caught, it
would spread over the player's body, making it look like he was
glowing. In order to get the Vahir away from the "It"
person, all Harry had to do was touch them. The Vahir would move to
him, and he would be "It." If one person had the Vahir for
more than five minutes, it would detach itself and fly away. Whoever
was "It" when the Vahir exploded—usually into
confetti, but sometimes as rice or candy—won the Game. And the
rest of their team, of course.

"Aah!
I got it!" Relena screamed from across the room.

To
expect your cousin to be blue and to actually see the glow
surrounding her, Harry soon discovered, were actually two quite
different things. Relena stood behind the couch, jumping up and down
in the air, screaming her current victory for all to hear. Her arms,
her face, robes, and even her hair were all covered in this
blue light. It was like Harry had put on blue-tinted sunglasses, but
just for Relena.

That
didn't last long, though, as Heero came out from, seemingly, nowhere
and tackled her to the ground.

"Argh!"
Relena grunted at the now-blue boy. "What'd you do that for? I'm
on your team!"

"I've
got it! I've got it!" Heero shouted, completely ignoring
Relena's complaints. "I've got—oof."

Quatre
ran across the room and tackled Heero. When Harry's partner got up,
he had possession of the Vahir.

"Way
to go, Quat!" Harry yelled, running over to him. They jumped up
and down, like they had on the bed earlier, and clapped their hands
together. Immediately, Harry could feel something different. He had
the Vahir. He looked at his skin. Up close, he could tell that he was
in no danger of the Vahir touching his skin. It hovered over him a
good two or three inches. Still, though, he could feel its warmth
surrounding him.

Satisfied
with his inspection, Harry looked up. To find four feral Vanuli
creeping up on him. Harry screamed and ran—right into Dorothy.
She smirked and looked oddly ethereal in the blue light. But still so
very, very Slytherin.

Never thought I'd see a
Slytherin angel, Harry thought,
before taking up the chase again.

For
the next thirty minutes, the six younger Vanuli chased one another
around and around the five rooms that made up the newcomers'
temporary home. Harry counted that he had the Vahir a total of seven
times; Quatre had it eleven; Dorothy, nine; Tashpi, eight; Relena, a
paltry five; and Heero had it the most, sixteen. Of course, he was
more exuberant in acquiring the Vahir than were the others.

Heero
currently had the Vahir. He had for a long time. Somehow, when Heero
last gained possession of the Vahir, he sprouted wings and flew up to
the ceiling. He'd hovered there—occasionally doing little dips
and twirls—for almost four and a half minutes.

It was
like nothing Harry ever saw before. He'd seen Heero as a full-blown
bird, a toucan, back before he knew they were brothers. But never
since. And never only part bird. Harry likened it to a cross
between an Animagus—because of the wing aspect—and a
Metamorphmagus—because Tonks, who was one, could change just one
particular part of her body, if she so chose. Harry wondered if all
Vanuli could do it. He suspected they couldn't because the others
remained landlocked, just like Harry.

Then
Harry didn't wonder about anything but the Vahir, as Heero reached
the five-minute mark. It was a wonder to see the Vahir gathering
itself up into a little blue ball again. It shot out, just like
earlier, into the middle of their gathering. Harry could see it
coming, feel the air whoosh as it tore through. With his
Seeker reflexes honed to near perfection, Harry grabbed onto
Dorothy's shoulder and, using her as leverage, hurled himself into
the air.

As
soon as Harry hit the ground, he was running. He didn't even wait to
make sure he had the Vahir, he just ran and ran and ran to the closed
bedroom door. If he could just get in there before the rabid packs
caught him, he just might be able to wait out the timer. And win the
Game.

Harry
grabbed the doorknob and pulled with all his might, semi-surprised
when it didn't break off in his hand. Throwing the door against the
wall, Harry ran out of the common room. And into the hallway.

Harry
thought of going back into his cousins' quarters—he really
did—but he could feel the Vahir flicker around him—which
it didn't ordinarily do—and he could hear the roar of his family
behind him. Harry made up his mind and ran away from the rooms, and
closer and closer to Hogwarts proper. He ran down long corridors,
turned in twisty, out-of-the-way paths, went up and down stairs,
and—all in all—took much longer than five minutes. At
least, Harry felt that it had to have taken at least six or seven
minutes. But apparently, it hadn't because every time Harry looked
down, he could see the Vahir surrounding him. It was flickering
non-stop but not gathering itself into a ball, like with Heero. Harry
took that as a good sign. That it was about to go off.

Harry
stepped behind a statue while he caught his breath. He thought he
lost the others at least two two halls ago, but with Relena's
nose, he knew they wouldn't be behind for long. Harry counted to ten
in his head. At ten, he was running again, with his breath or without
it.