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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 Eight*~*~*~*~

(I push my fingers into my eyes...

It’s the only thing that slowly stops the ache...

But it’s made of all the things I have to today...

Jesus, it never ends, it works its way inside...

If the pain goes on...

Aaaaaah!)

“What is that horrible racket?”

Duo raised his eyebrow, throwing a happy-go-lucky grin over
his shoulder as he sent Hermione a sultry wink. “It’s music,
darling. C’mon -you’re a smart girl. You should know what
music is.”

Harry choked on his sudden bark of laughter, covering his
mouth to hide the grin. Quatre, having made himself home in
the Gryffindor common room, was as tranquil as ever, but his
wide teal eyes did hold a certain amount of mirth.

(I have screamed until my veins collapsed.

I’ve waited last, my time’s elapsed.

Now all I do is live with so much fate.

I’ve wished for this, I’ve bitched at that.

I’ve left behind this little fact:

You cannot kill what you did not create.

I’ve gotta say what I’ve gotta say,

And then I swear I’ll go away,

But I can’t promise you’ll enjoy the words.

I guess I’ll save the best for last.

My future seems like one big past.

You’ll live with me cause you left me no choice.)

“That is not music,” Hermione mumbled. “That’s someone beating
the hell out of a drum and strumming their sausage-like
fingers across a guitar that’s entirely too shrill.”

“Oooh,” Duo said with a teasing grin. “Hermione said ‘hell’.
Adults everywhere chide you, Mione -they chide you and feel
utterly destroyed that the model student has been corrupted.”

Hermione ignored his good-natured teasing.

“I’ve never heard anything like that,” Ron commented,
wrinkling his nose as the gruff, male voice coming from the
odd contraption in the corner. It looked kind of like a Wizard
Wireless, but bigger and... muggle-looking. His eyes
brightened instantly, and he raised his voice to be overheard
over the music that was maybe playing a tad too loud. “Is that
some kind of muggle device?”

Duo laughed lightly, his head absently bobbing to music that
Harry knew his aunt Petunia and his uncle Vernon abhorred, but
always overlooked the fact that it was exactly the kind of
music their dear Duddikins listened to.

“It’s called a stereo, Ron,” Duo replied with a quick grin.
“Remind me to take you on a quick tour of the muggle world,
man -you are seriously stunted as to what fabulously
inventions we muggl- I mean, those people have come up with.”

“So, as I understand it,” Quatre said slowly, “the wizarding
world is completely separate from the normal -I’m sorry, the
muggle world. Muggles know next to nothing about any of this,
but wizards haven’t familiarized themselves with muggle
convention. Is that right?”

“Wizards try,” Hermione replied smartly, contemplating her
Arithmancy essay absently. “Hogwarts offers a course called
Muggle Studies, where a professor attempts to explain such
things as electricity, mass communications, appliances... Most
purebloods are under the impression that muggles are still
bumbling cavemen or something.”

“It goes both ways, I think,” Duo said, fiddling with the
controls of his stereo. “I mean, when I first got here, I was
absolutely horrified that you guys didn’t have television or
internet access. I was thoroughly convinced all of you were a
bunch of backwater bumpkins who couldn’t figure out how to
install circuitry for anything useful, like, say, a blowdryer.
Now I know that electricity and magic are non-mixy things...
and I did suffer from computer withdrawal, but that goes away.
Eventually.”

“Perhaps,” Quatre said slowly, an inquisitive look on his
face, “some of the more intolerant... purebloods, you said?
Perhaps some of the more intolerant purebloods would have a
better understanding of their non-magical counterparts if you
attempted to integrate some of the things muggles use or have
into normal wizarding life? Positive things that clearly state
that muggles are not bumbling cavemen and that they are
capable of living without magic through actual science.”

Hermione shrugged delicately. “Wizards aren’t very logical. I
suppose it’s a common belief that, in order to keep muggles
from finding out about the magical community, the two worlds
have to be completely isolated from each other. It’s why you
will have some wizards and witches look down on others for
being from muggle roots -they’ve got it into their heads that
muggles are completely subhuman.”

“Muggles would think the same way, I think,” Quatre said. “I
mean, consider all of the problems non-magic people have had
in the past with the merest mention of something otherworldly.
The Spanish Inquisition, the Salem Witch Trails -people in
general never really appreciate their sense of normalcy
uprooted, and as human beings, we all react rather abysmally
against something that isn’t considered ‘normal’.”

“That’s very true,” Hermione said, her eyes bright as she
smiled at Quatre.

Duo laughed. “Q-bean, you just aren’t happy if you can’t
seriously discuss a social situation and attempt to find a
solution to making peace with everyone.” He looked at Ron
wryly. “Quatre loves to find solutions, and he blames himself
if it never works. Sooner or later he’ll say there’s no air in
space because he didn’t try hard enough.”

An odd look crossed Ron’s face. “There’s no air in space?” he
asked incredulously. “How do you breathe?”

Harry fell out of his chair, holding his sides tenderly as
infectious laughter wracked his body. Through the tears in his
eyes, he saw Quatre work his jaw wordlessly, as if the blond
were trying to find a way to explain without sounding as if he
were speaking to a particularly slow five-year-old, and Duo...
oh, Duo looked like someone had taken a bouquet of daisies and
attempted to beat him unconscious with them. Hermione was
shaking her head sadly as Ron looked on, completely baffled as
to why Harry was losing his mind.

“Tell me you’re not serious,” Duo said slowly. Ron blinked.
Duo turned when Ginny entered the common room through the
portrait hole, and stared imploringly at the girl.

“Tell me you know there’s no air in space!”

Ginny blinked. “Like... this space? Or...”

“Outer space!”

“Why wouldn’t there be air in outer space?”

“Are you kidding me?!” Duo almost yelled. “Space -it’s one big
vacuum of NOTHING! You can’t breathe in space -not without a
space suit and an oxygen tank to spare!”

“How come we can breathe now?”

“The ozone keeps the oxygen here -Earth is the only planet in
this solar system that’s actually habitable!”

“What’s an ozone?” Ron asked curiously.

Duo’s jaw fell open, and for one long moment, the boy who had
something to say in every moment of every day was actually
struck speechless.

“Just give up, Duo,” Hermione said calmly, thumbing through
her Ancient Runes text. “It’s better to just let it lie.”

Quatre nodded sagely. “And that,” he said with a small smile,
“is one example of how wizards and witches can benefit from
classes that will teach basic science.”

Hermione blinked, something just coming to her attention.
“Duo... how did you make the stereo work? The magic around
Hogwarts always negate muggle electronics.”

Duo snorted, finally regaining his verbal ground after the
crushing blow of realizing that pureblood wizards everywhere
were totally ignorant to science. “Magic, my little brainiac.
Cooo-whee! Where have you been?”

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His friend was clearly on the brink of a mental breakdown. It
wasn’t apparent by pacing or fidgeting. He didn’t talk louder
or lower than he usually did, if one could get him to talk at
all. No, his friend’s harried, worrisomeness was made apparent
by the carefully neutral tone he spoke in, and speak he did;
not quite the babble of one braided pilot that would remain
nameless for the time being, but it was more than usual.

Trowa Barton had broken his quota of words per month. In fact,
in the one week they’d been together, Trowa had broken his
quota of words for seven months. The feverish gleam in those
weary green eyes didn’t help.

Chang Wufei, not knowing how he could possibly help the
usually silent boy, remained mute. He suspected words wouldn’t
help Trowa. Not so soon after losing Duo and Quatre. If the
pilots of 02 Deathscythe Hell and 04 Sandrock were alive and
in the clutches of the New Federation, Wufei prayed for his
friends’ deaths. Compared to the “treatment” for the “renegade
murdering machines” Heero had grimly read from the New
Federation’s website, it would be a far more painless
procedure.

“Duo’s not dead,” Heero had insisted certainly, confidence
radiating from his voice. To this day, months after Duo’s
disappearance, three days after the New Federation started to
publically doubt the morality of the Gundam pilots, Heero
still believed.

Wufei, afraid of losing a friend and surrogate family member
after the detonation of L5, clung to undoubting Heero’s words,
even if he did not word his doubts.

Trowa spoke. “Where do you think they’re doing now?”

Wufei knew instantly of whom his green-eyed companion was
speaking. “Quatre is fretting over us,” he replied, subdued.
“Duo will be finding a way to communicate with us in the most
light-hearted yet obnoxious way possible, if he hasn’t found
it already.”

The question hung in the air: Then why hasn’t he yet?

Having no rejoinder, Wufei left the unspoken inquiry
unanswered.

Trowa stared into his rapidly cooling cup of tea for a moment.
“Heero?”

“Hasn’t left his room,” Wufei murmured.

A feeling spurred at the back of his neck, and both Trowa and
Wufei were standing, guns at arm, ready for any invasion.

An owl swooped through an open window, something large and
rectangular clutched in its sharp talons. It dropped its
package on the table and, wide unblinking eyes on the two
dumbfounded boys, hooted softly.

Heero, apparently having the same inkling, appeared at the
doorway of the small kitchen, gun in hand yet lowered
unthreateningly at his hips. Suddenly a look that could only
be described as relieved content came upon the pilot’s usually
stoic face.

“Duo.”

Wufei felt a rueful laugh well up in his chest. “Maxwell would
spend his time training an animal of flight delivery tips.”

The owl ruffled its feathers huffily, as if saying ‘No one
trains this bird.’

Heero approached the package slowly, reaching forward and
removing an enveloped letter from the string tying it in
place. In Duo’s familiar scrawl, the envelope simply said “To
Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, and Chang Wufei.”

The tension in his shoulders suddenly leaked from Heero as he
read allowed, “From Duo Maxwell and Quatre Winner.”

Trowa’s alleviation was such that he had to sit down. Heero
slowly broke the seal and pulled out a yellowed parchment.

Guys,

You wouldn’t believe the sights we’ve been seeing! Can you
believe that it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other?
Use to see each other every day, but me ‘n Quat are okay with
the separation; we’re anxiously waiting for you to join us.
Port terminal crowd was hell, though, no other word for it.
The keys for our rooms weren’t any better; we had a tough time
getting it open. Safety is the key, y’know? (Yeah, I know;
Quat hit me for that one.) Quat and I will be glad to see you
guys again.

Missing you all a lot, we are. (Talk like Yoda, I do! Sorry,
just got finished watching Star Wars; that show is the just
the coolest!)

Trowa, did you get our care package? Hope you get well soon!
Hee-chan, stay out of trouble at the terminal; don’t get
trigger-happy on me now! Wu-chan, keep an eye on those two;
I’m relying on your cool head to keep them from shooting any
strangers in a fit of pique!

Wish you were here already,

Duo and Quatre

P.S.

Don’t worry about the brownies. We’ll send for them later!

“You can use port keys to safety. Quatre misses Trowa. Heero,
love you but don’t shoot. Wufei, watch those two and don’t let
them get testy.”

“Definitely Duo,” Heero replied quietly. The three pilots
looked at each other, deftly treating their missing friend’s
letter while considering the package lying innocently on the
table.

The owl hooted tiredly and stuck its beak in Trowa’s tea.
Trowa, absent-mindedly running his hand down the owl’s back,
didn’t seem to mind.

“Brownies, though?” Wufei mused after deciphering the
misleading letter. He wrinkled his brow lightly before staring
questioningly at Heero.

“Gundams,” Heero said simply. Wufei nodded lightly, snorting
in amusement.

“Port keys?” he questioned again.

Heero answered, “It’s in the box. They had trouble acquiring
them, apparently.”

“Yes, but what’s a port key?”

Trowa lifted his head. “We’re about to find out.” The green-eyed boy then eagerly (or as eagerly as Trowa can get) tore
into the package, finding three bronze keys safely nestled
within the folds of delicate cloth. Trowa inhaled deeply, sure
that he smelled Quatre. He realized that the cloth was, in
fact, Quatre’s shirt, the one he wore when they’d been
separated from their pursuers.

“Ready?”

His two companions nodded their affirmative before, together,
they reached for a different key.

A pull behind each boy’s navel, and all that was left in the
small kitchenette was the owl snacking on a discarded strip of
bacon.

End Chapter Eight

If you’re wondering about the system that Duo used to safely
communicate with the others (in case the letter was somehow
intercepted), just read the first word in ever sentence of the
first paragraph except for the ones in parenthesis, and read
between the lines of the second. I thought Duo and Quatre
would be cautious enough to use some form of code when
attempting to contact the rest of the pilots, especially with
everyone and their mothers trying to bring them to justice.

The song Duo was listening to is called Duality by Slipknot.
I’m not a big Slipknot fan, but this one is really good and so
totally embodies Duo to me, for some reason.
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