Future Help

A HP/GW crossover

Warnings: Slash/Yaoi, cussing, violence, possible lime/lemon, first HP fic ever!

Pairings: eventual DM/HP, 1X2, 3X4, RW/HG, RL/??, ??/SB, JP/LP

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. Don't sue.

Chapter One

Harry woke up slowly, blinking his forest green eyes owlishly and stretching as he yawned. He lay in his bed, not wanting to get up and leave the warm, comfortable cocoon he had made with his covers.

His eyes traveled over to the broom in the corner of his room. Most people wouldn't look twice at the broom, but then again, Harry wasn't most people. Harry Potter was a wizard; in fact, he was probably the most recognized person in the wizarding world, much to his dismay. He was the Boy-Who-Lived. The boy who had defeated Lord Voldemort as an infant. And he hated it. Voldemort was back. And his only link to his parents, his godfather Sirius Black, was dead.

He stood and walked over to his broom. It was a Firebolt, the fastest broom out there. It was just too bad Harry was with his Muggle aunt, uncle, and cousin. They had forbidden him from flying. Hell, they had forbidden him from doing anything that had to deal with his wizarding self. He picked up his Firebolt, smiling faintly as he felt power flare up his hands to his arms, making him want to hop onto the Firebolt and just fly away from everything. But he knew he couldn't. As long as Voldemort was still at large, he had to remain with his muggle family to keep himself protected.

His Firebolt was one of his most treasured possessions. Sirius had it given to him in his third year. As he thought about his godfather, Harry's smile dimmed, and he gently set his broom back down, thinking of his godfather whom he had barely known but loved dearly. Sirius was gone. There was nothing to do about that. He had best get used to it.

A faint pecking noise was heard, bringing him out of his contemplative state as Harry turned to his window. A large white snowy owl was pecking on the window, demanding to be let in. Harry smiled again, remembering how Remus Lupin, Mr. Weasley, Mad-Eyed Moody, and Tonks had threatened the Dursley's, demanding that he be able to owl everyone, and saying that if they didn't hear from him three days in a row, they'd come after him.

He opened his window and let Hedwig, his snowy owl, in, watching as she hopped right on in and sat on his desk. Harry opened the drawer to his desk and gave Hedwig an owl treat, and then took off the letters from her leg. He sat down, reading Ron and Hermione's letters, both stating they hoped he was alright and that they hoped to see him soon. A letter from Remus said his ex-DADA professor was doing well and was glad the Dursley's were leaving him alone, and that he was coming soon to pick him up. Harry smiled, glad to hear he would be able to leave the Dursley's soon. The last letter was from Professor Dumbledore. Harry stared at the envelope, debating if he really wanted to read the letter. He was still upset with the Headmaster to his school. Sighing, he opened the envelope and began reading.

'Harry,

I hope this letter finds you well. I once again would like to apologize for my behavior these past years. As I said before, I had believed that not telling you everything was the best thing to do at the time. I was wrong.

But that is not the reason I am writing to you. After this year, I have decided that no matter what, I would do my best not to hide anything from you anymore. I am sure Remus has written to you telling you he was going to come get you soon. He will arrive at noon on Saturday; be sure to have all your things ready.' Harry paused, his eyes widening-Remus was coming to get him tomorrow! Smiling, Harry continued to read. 'Moody and Tonks will be with him. They'll take you to the Burrow first to collect Ron, Hermione, and Charlie, one of Ron's older brothers. All of you will come to Hogwarts.

I don't want to get your hopes up, Harry, but at the same time, I am determined to tell you why you are coming back to Hogwarts after only two weeks of vacation. I believe I may have found out what exactly happened to Sirius, and that there is a chance we can bring him back.' Harry froze, reading the same sentence several times. His eyes felt suspiciously wet, and he blinked, fighting the tears and trying not to get his hopes up. 'I shall explain things to you, Ron, and Hermione when you arrive at Hogwarts. If all goes according to plan, you will meet the five young men who can help you bring Sirius Black back and defeat Voldemort for good.

I'll see you Saturday, Harry.

Sincerely,

Prof. Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster'

Harry read through the letter again, then grinned as he flew across his room, throwing on some clothes. He took out his trunk and began filling it with his school books, parchment, robes, and anything else he'd need, leaving out a pair of clothes for tomorrow. The last things to go in were his Firebolt, which he carefully put in, covering it with robes to secure it, and his Invincibility Cloak, a cloak that made him invincible when he wore it that had belonged to his father and one of his other treasured possessions. He closed the trunk and set it on the floor next to Hedwig's open cage. Harry turned to his owl and grinned wider.

"Get some rest, Hedwig! We're going back to Hogwarts!" The owl hooted, her face seeming to smile in an owl's way. He herded the owl back into her cage, smiling as she nibbled on his fingers lovingly. Once inside, the owl covered her face with her wings to sleep.

Still smiling, Harry went downstairs and entered the kitchen. He sat down, holding back his sigh when his Aunt Petunia practically threw a plate with eggs, toast, and bacon at him, all burnt beyond recognition. He ate the vile food quickly, then looked to his muggle relations. "Oh, I'm leaving tomorrow. The people you met at the train station will be coming at noon to pick me up." His Uncle Vernon's face turned purple. Before he could begin his tirade, Harry continued. "I'll be out of your hair what looks like the rest of the summer. I'll be waiting for them, so you won't even have to see them." He got up and walked out, not caring how much trouble he'd be in later.

The next day, Harry stood by the front door, his trunk and Hedwig's cage on the floor beside him. When several raps where heard throughout the house, Harry smiled and opened the door. Before him stood Remus, who still wore shabby robes; Moody, his magical eye turning in all directions; and Tonks, who had transformed her hair to a stunning dark red for the day.

"Hey, Harry. You ready to go?" Harry nodded to Remus.

"Yes, sir. Hedwig's cage and my trunk are right here."

Tonks smiled at him, her pearly white teeth gleaming. "Well, get your Firebolt! We're flying to the Burrow!" Harry grinned, loving any chance he could get to fly. After securing his trunk and shrinking Hedwig's cage to fit in the trunk, Remus said a quick spell that would keep any muggle eyes from seeing them, and the four got on their brooms and kicked off, Hedwig flying right beside Harry. He followed Tonks, Remus was to his left, and Moody flew a few feet behind them. Harry smiled as he felt the familiar feel of wind through his hair, taking one of his hands off of the broom long enough to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

When they arrived at the burrow, Harry's eyes widened when he saw Ron, Hermione, and Charlie waiting for them in the air. Without any words, Ron and Hermione joined Harry in the center and Charlie took his place to their right.

"Harry, do you know exactly why we're going back to Hogwarts so early?" Ron asked. "Hermione and I couldn't figure out why."

Harry turned to his best friends. "Um, hold on." He turned to his left, where Remus was. "Professor Lupin-"

"Just call me Moony, Harry. I'm not your teacher anymore."

Harry grinned. "Fine, fine. Moony, is it all right if I tell Ron and Hermione what I know?"

Remus smiled sadly and nodded. "Yes, Dumbledore said to tell you that you could tell them. But remember, he doesn't know if whatever he has planned will work completely or not."

Harry nodded and turned back to his two best friends. "Professor Dumbledore thinks he knows what happened to Sirius and that it may be possible to bring him back!"

"Really? Oh Harry, that's great!" Ron nodded enthusiastically, agreeing with Hermione.

"There's just one thing I need to tell you three before we get to Hogwarts." The three friends turned back to Remus. "There will be one other student there. You three are to control your tempers, please. His presence will be explained, I promise." They nodded, telling him they understood, then got ready to land at Hogwarts.

The trip to Dumbledore's office was spent in silence, each of the three contemplating and wondering. The gargoyles moved and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Remus went up the stairs, Tonks, Moody, and Charlie staying down at the bottom of the stairs.

The second they entered Dumbledore's office, both Harry and Hermione threw their hands over Ron's mouth, expecting a tirade when they saw the other student sitting with Dumbledore. His usual sneer in place, Draco Malfoy stood and regarded the three. After a moment, Ron forced the other two's hands from his face, and the three stood still, tense, and waiting for the usual slurs. Surprisingly, none came and Malfoy held his hand out.

"Because of certain circumstances, I believe we should from a truce."

Ron's eyebrows shot to his hairline. "Why the bloody hell would we do that?"

Malfoy sneered. "It's none of your business, Weasley. But I'll tell you this: you help me and I'll help you."

Before anyone could say anything, Harry stepped closer to the Slytherin and stared at him, his forest green eyes searching. After a long, quiet, tense moment, Harry reached up and took Malfoy's hand. "Truce then. You help us if you can, we'll help you if we can."

Hermione stepped up as well and glared at Malfoy, sizing him up. "You hold off from the Mudblood and weasel comments and you have your truce."

Malfoy's eyes skimmed over her and Ron before he smirked. "Because I'm in a good mood today, I'll agree to it, Granger."

They all turned as Dumbledore stood. "Yes, yes, good. Please, have a seat. Lemon drops anyone?" Dumbledore sighed and smiled faintly when everyone declined. "Well, to begin then. I shall explain Mr. Malfoy's presence here in a moment. But first, Harry, to explain to you what I know." The happy twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes vanished, leaving his eyes sadder and his face much older. "Normally, I would not get a student's hope up like this, but I feel I must make things up to you. If you'll remember the room where we last saw your godfather, Sirius." Harry's eyes nervously darted over to Malfoy, who sat still, not betraying any surprise when he heard the name Sirius.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore. I-I remember."

"Do you remember the curtained doorway, Harry?" A bare nod. "That doorway is where Sirius is caught. It's a doorway between realms. And there is only one way to get Sirius out. It will be difficult, I won't lie. It will be frustrating. And it also will have the large chance of not working at all. But there is a way, and there is a chance. I'm hoping that I am assuming correctly that you will take that small chance of it working to get him back, correct?" Harry nodded, feeling both Ron and Hermione reach up and place their hands on his shoulders. "Well then, to explain. Sirius is caught between two realms, this one and that of the dead. It will take seven very special wizards to get him out. Unfortunately, there are only two in this time that would cooperate with us: you and Mr. Malfoy. After searching, I have found the last five we will ask to help us. They are from the future, a time that is war torn. All five of these young men are as young as you four, but have fought in their war. They have killed. They have been tortured. They have been through things that many adults will never go through. But they are strong, and each of them is a wizard. Unfortunately, they do not know they are wizards, as they have never gone to any wizarding school because fate would not allow them to. Fate needed them to fight in the war so that mankind could have peace. Harry, both you and Mr. Malfoy have a descendant in this group of five young men, which is why I have chosen them to bring here."

Harry's eyes widened. "But, Professor Dumbledore, how is-" Harry cut himself off, blushing like mad.

Dumbledore's eyes regained some of their familiar twinkle. "I believe the answer to your question, Harry, is magic. That's how." Harry seemed to take the answer as acceptable and nodded for Dumbledore to continue, leaving Remus, Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy wondering about Harry's outburst. "After we finish talking, Professor Snape will be here with a potion that will bring the five to this time. After introductions and explanations are given, as they will need one or else we'll be in slight danger, you four will take the five to Diagon Alley, so that they can get whatever they need. Wands, cauldrons, that such thing.

"Now to explain Mr. Malfoy's presence here. As I said before, he is the only other wizard that is strong enough to be able to help us bring Sirius back. Malfoy has been my spy for the last two years. His mother wants Draco to become a death eater, but he doesn't want to." Malfoy stood and glared.

"I believe it would be best for me to explain my part here." He turned to the three, his usual smirk in place. "I can get you any information you need about the Dark Lord and help you bring back your godfather, so long as you three will help keep my mother from getting me when she finds out what I've done."

Ron spoke up, his expression puzzled. "How the bloody hell are we supposed to do that? And what about your father?"

Dumbledore stood and fixed his eyes on the three. "Mr. Malfoy will be left to me, Ron. There are certain things about him you are not aware of, and you will only become aware of them should Draco tell you himself. That was the promise I made him. As for how we shall protect them, we will think of that if and when the time comes. Do you three agree with the plan?" Harry nodded once immediately, Hermione adding in her agreement a moment later. Ron, however, was taking his time, glaring at Malfoy for a long moment.

"Fine. But the first time Malfoy makes a crack at me, my family, or 'Mione, I'm gonna bloody his face." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in amusement as the door to his office opened and a man wearing billowing black robes and long black hair entered.

"Ah, Professor Snape. I assume the potion is ready, then?"

"Yes, Headmaster. But I must warn you. The potion will only be effective for fifteen minutes; you'll only have that length of time to find the five and get them here. After those fifteen minutes, the potion looses it potency and it could be highly dangerous for them if they haven't been fully brought here. After all is said and done, if the five reject the offer, I'll make the potion that will send them back immediately."

Snape handed Dumbledore a cauldron that was steaming over and walked back behind Malfoy, not acknowledging Harry, Ron, Hermione, or Remus, who had remained quiet the entire time.

The twinkle in his eyes increasing, Dumbledore held his wand over the mist coming from the cauldron, his voice so low no one in the room was able to hear the words he murmured into it. The silver mist turned purple, overflowing down the side of Dumbledore's desk and wafting over to a darkened corner in his office. The purple mist expanded til it engulfed the entire corner, shimmering and changing into a sort of window.

All eyes on the shimmering, purple mist, five figures were soon able to be seen in it.

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It was finally over. The war was finally over. The Libra had been destroyed, Kushranada dead, and it was all over. Relena Peacecraft-Darlain was holding a huge party, celebrating the end of the war and her election into the Vice-Foreign-Minister office. She had invited the five young men to whom she owed the thankfulness of giving the world peace to, but she could not find them.

They were there. The bronze-skinned, ebony eyed, Chinese pilot of ShenLong was sitting in the corner of the ballroom, dressed in white formal Chinese attire, but not intending on being seen unless is was by the other pilots. Intent on keeping an eye out for the other four and for any who would bother him, he did not see the purple mist coming towards him until it had covered him.

A tall, auburn haired, emerald eyed teen stood behind a shorter, blonde, aqua eyed teen as he took in the sights of the ballroom. Although the shorter could feel relatively comfortable in the open, he knew his companion would not, so they both stayed to the side, watching everyone else dance as they conversed about their lives and what they would do now that the war was over. The blonde hesitantly offered the brunette a home with him, shy and afraid his invitation would be refused. The bright smile that overcame his features when the taller smiled faintly and nodded his acceptance would have blinded the sun. So wrapped up in their future plans, neither teen noticed the same purple mist overcoming them and hiding them from all others.

In a darkened hallway two figures were pressed against a wall, one with an extremely long braid and the other with short, messy hair. The one with the braid was caught between the wall and the other figure. They were heavily into each other, their kisses frantic and passionate. Their eyes were closed and their hands roamed over each other as the purple mist covered them in a blanket, keeping prying eyes from seeing them.

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Harry's eyes widened as he saw five figures appear out of nowhere. One was sitting in the actual corner, the chair he was sitting on having appeared with him. Two others were to his left, standing against the wall. All three's eyes were wide as the purple mist cleared away, letting them see into the room. Harry's eyes widened further and he blushed uncontrollably, as did Ron and Hermione, while Malfoy snickered when they saw the last two of the group. To the right of the one in the corner stood two young men, snogging and completely unaware of their surroundings. The young man in the corner, of Chinese descent, glared at the ones watching him and his friends. His eyes went to the two making out and a faint blush covered his bronze cheeks.

"MAXWELL! YUY!" he barked out, "DO YOU TWO MIND NOT SHOVING YOUR TONGUES DOWN EACH OTHERS THOATS?"

The only answer he got was the braided one raising one of his hands from his partners back and waving at the one who had yelled with only his middle finger.

The blonde stepped closer slowly, keeping his eyes trained on the people he did not know as he spoke. "Heero, Duo, I think you two need to-"

The two broke apart suddenly, the short haired teen turning, his cobalt blue eyes icebergs as he glared at the two who had interrupted him and the other before realizing he was somewhere different than he remembered. A gun quickly appeared in his hand. The other, however, had yet to open his eyes.

"BLOODY HELL! First we have to fucking hide from Relena, now you three, because I'm assuming Trowa followed Quatre, and Heero and I can't get any-" The teen he had been making out with grabbed the end of his braid and tugged on it, causing him to end his tirade and open his eyes. He too noticed the change of his surroundings and his hand automatically reached to his side, pulling out a wicked looking knife. "Where the fuck are we and who the hell are you?"

Dumbledore smiled politely. "I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I brought you five here to ask you a very important favor."

The cobalt blue-eyed teen glared and kept his gun trained on Dumbledore. "Hogwarts? Wizardry? Magic is fake, fantasy."

Dumbledore smiled and held his hand out towards Harry and Hermione when they went to protest. "On the contrary, it is in fact quite real. Each of you five have enormous magical power in you, and it is for that reason I brought you to our time. If you would let me, I will explain everything and then based upon your decision, send you back to your time or teach you how you can help us."

The five teens turned to each other and seemed to converse with their eyes for several long moments before the two who had drawn weapons quickly hid them again and they both leaned against the wall behind them. The blonde stepped forward, a wary smile on his face.

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore-"

"Professor will do." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled wildly behind his half-moon spectacles.

Quatre smiled. "Professor, then. I am Quatre Raberba Winner." He turned to the teens that had come with him. Two of them glared at him, one looked at Dumbledore and the others with indifference, while the last, the one with the braid, stared at them for a moment before grinning mischievously.

He pushed himself away from the wall and mock bowed, his chestnut colored braid falling over his shoulder. "Duo Maxwell, at your service." He stood back up, flicking his braid back over his shoulder and grinning impishly. "I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie; I'm Shinigami." Harry looked closer at Duo, then gasped softly. Behind him, he heard Hermione gasping as well. He turned to Dumbledore, who only smiled mysteriously. Harry turned back and looked into Duo's eyes, eyes that were as purple as the mist that had brought him and his friends there.

Before anything could be said, Quatre had led the brunette with him closer to the group and prompted him to introduce himself. "Trowa Barton." The silent young man then quickly went back to the wall, leaning against it and keeping wary eyes on the ones watching him and his friends.

The Chinese man stood and bowed stiffly before he stood straight and glared at Dumbledore. "Chang Wufei. Wufei is my first name, not my last." He sat back down, indicating with his head that the last should introduce himself as well.

Still leaning against the wall, glaring hard at Dumbledore, Harry, Remus, Snape, Ron, Hermione, and Malfoy, he introduced himself, his voice cold. "Heero Yuy."

Professor Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, yes, nice to finally meet you formally. I'll introduce you to the ones before you now." Dumbledore motioned for Snape and Remus to step forward. When they did, he smiled and began speaking. "This is Professor Severus Snape. He teaches Potions here at my school, and is a Potions Master. It was his potion that allowed me to bring you five here. This is Remus Lupin; he used to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts here, but had to resign because of certain difficulties." The two grown men went back to the back of the room, and the four students waited to be introduced. Dumbledore nodded to Ron, who stood up quickly. "These are four of the students who attend my school. This is Ron Weasley, and his girlfriend, Hermione Granger." Hermione stood as well, smiling brightly. The two sat and Malfoy stood, smirking.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He sat back down, sneering at the glare Ron sent him.

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling as Harry stood. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter." He quickly sat back down and nodded towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore turned back to the five young men he had brought to their time. "I apologize for taking you from your time. It is the year 2003, well into your past." He ignored the looks of disbelief that crossed the five's faces. "I shall explain why I did so, but it will take a few moments."

They watched as the one called Duo shrugged. "Take your time; it ain't like we have anywhere to go."

Dumbledore nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Maxwell."

"Duo. None of that 'Mr.' crap. I'm only sixteen for Christ's sakes."

The elderly wizard chuckled. "Yes, yes, of course. Well, to begin. As I told you, we are wizards and a witch; there are many of us and here in Great Britain, underage wizards and witches attend Hogwarts to learn magic. I'm the Headmaster, and as I said, Professor Snape teaches Potions."

"Could you please get on with this?" Heero interrupted, bringing a snicker from Duo.

"No offense, but ya might wanna hurry this up a bit. Heero here has absolutely no patience whatsoever." Duo laughed a little more before being shushed by a look from Heero.

"Yes, I do apologize. Anyway, fifteen years ago, a dark wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort went on a killing spree. He killed muggles, our term for non-magic folk, and any wizard or witch who was muggle-born, like our Miss Granger. A prophecy foretold of his downfall by the child of two who had defied him three times, who would be his equal. There were two possibilities of who this child could be, another student named Neville Longbottom, or Harry Potter here. Because Harry's mother was muggle-born and Voldemort's father was a muggle, he took Harry to be the child of the prophecy. I taught them a spell that would keep them safe; Voldemort could look for them everywhere, they could even be right beside him, and he would not know unless their Secret Keeper told him. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, was supposed to be their Secret Keeper. He talked James and Lily, Harry's parents, into making Peter Pettigrew, a friend of theirs, their Secret Keeper." Dumbledore paused, aware that the five before him were completely enthralled in his story, though three of them hid it quite well. Snape looked quite uncaring as he normally did, Remus looked pained, Malfoy appeared to be nonchalant, but Dumbledore could tell by the look in his eyes that the story pained him. Both Ron and Hermione were giving Harry their attention, as they knew the story already and Harry looked as if he needed their comfort. Taking a deep breath, Dumbledore continued. "It turned out that Pettigrew was working for Voldemort. He told him where the Potters were. Voldemort went to their home, along with several Death Eaters, the name his followers have. He proceeded to murder both James and Lily in cold blood; James died trying to give Lily time to escape with Harry, who was only a year old. Lily died, giving her life for her son. Voldemort would have killed Harry as well, but the curse he used to kill James and Lily bounced off of Harry and nearly killed him, destroying his body. Harry was left unscathed from the encounter except for a lightening bolt-shaped scar on his forehead." He noticed all five's eyes flickering over to Harry to see said scar. "I sent Harry to live with some of his muggle relatives, where he still lives.

"Harry's godfather, Sirius, was thought to be the one to have betrayed the Potters, as no one was aware that he hadn't been their Secret Keeper. He spent thirteen years in Azkaban, a wizarding prison. It was thought he had killed Pettigrew and a large number of muggles. It turned out that Pettigrew had killed the muggles, and then faked his own death, leaving Sirius to take the blame. He was able to get away because he was an unregistered animagus, a wizard who could turn into an animal. When Sirius found out that he was here at Hogwarts with Harry as he had been Ron's pet rat, Sirius escaped from Azkaban, intent on killing Pettigrew. We almost had him, and could have cleared Sirius, but he escaped."

Remus suddenly pushed himself away from the wall and strode out of the office. Dumbledore smiled sadly and shook his head. "Don't mind him. He feels it was his fault."

The Chinese teen, Wufei, spoke up. "Why would he feel it was his fault that the culprit got away?"

"Remus is a werewolf. The night they caught Pettigrew was a full moon and he changed. Sirius left the three there, along with a Stupfied Snape and a shackled Pettigrew to go after Remus to try and subdue him. Pettigrew used the chance to get away."

The blonde, Quatre, frowned. "A werewolf? But aren't they-" He paused, thinking. "Never mind. Obviously the things we were taught are not to be taken into effect here. Please, continue, Professor." The others nodded.

"During Harry's fourth year, Voldemort captured Harry and was able to come back using an old, dark spell. Harry barely got away with his life, and the other student with him died from the encounter. This past year was especially trying. The Ministry of Magic, our world's law makers and enforcers, have refused to believe that Voldemort is back, with the exception of a few, such as Ron's father, Arthur. So, The Order of the Phoenix, a group I lead, is making plans to do away with Voldemort for good. But in the last weeks of school, something terrible happened.

"When Voldemort tried to kill Harry as an infant, he accidentally transferred much of his power to Harry when the curse backfired. As a result, Harry is a Parselmouth, meaning he can speak to snakes, just like Voldemort could. Also, he can sort of tell what Voldemort is feeling when his emotions are strong, such as if one of his plans has gone wrong or right and he gets angry or happy, all because of his scar. Voldemort found out about their link and used it to his advantage. He made Harry believe he had Sirius. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ron's younger sister Ginny, and another student named Luna Lovegood went to the Ministry of Magic, where Harry was led to believe Voldemort and Sirius were, to rescue him because they could not find any of us. It was a trap. When we got there, we meaning myself, Sirius, and a select group of other members of the Order, most of the students were down. Sirius was hit by a curse from one of his own family members, a woman who followed Voldemort. He fell into a doorway that leads to the place between realms." Dumbledore slid his gaze from the five to Harry, who appeared off in his own world, most likely thinking of the many things he could have done differently that day. "Harry almost died again that day, but thankfully was able to survive. The Ministry of Magic has also realized that Harry's and my claims that Voldemort was back were in fact true, not just the insane ramblings of an old man and a mentally distraught teenager."

A playful smirk appeared on Duo's face. "Well, that's all terrible and shit, but what does it have to do with us?"

"Yes, and what did that prophecy say exactly?" Quatre put in as well.

"The prophecy stated that Harry, since Voldemort saw him as his equal and not the other child, would face Voldemort, and that by the time the battle between the two was over, only one would be left alive. To put it simply, either Harry has to kill Voldemort, or Voldemort will kill Harry. As for what does this have to do with you five," Dumbledore paused, taking a deep breath. "There is a way for us to get Sirius out of the doorway between the realms off the living and the dead, which is where is his stuck. To do so would take seven special, powerful, young wizards. There are only two powerful enough in our time that would assist us. We needed five others. After serious debate, I searched through time to find the other five. I found you five. I watched you as you fought in your own war, and thought that you would have the strength to do what is needed to be done, should you decide to help us. All five of you are great wizards, just untrained. With enough time and practice, you five would be on par with any other wizard twice your age, just as Harry and Mr. Malfoy are now."

Wufei's brow wrinkled in thought. "So you are saying the five of us are not only wizards, but powerful ones as well?"

A quiet voice threw in one other question. "Why us? Why not someone else from some other time?" Dumbledore's eyes went from Wufei to Trowa, who had spoken.

"First off, yes, all five of you are extremely powerful wizards. As to why you five, the answer to that would be that both Harry and Mr. Malfoy here have a descendant in your group." Five sets of eyes widened. "I cannot tell you as of yet who exactly, but you shall find out in all due time. For now, I do have to ask if you will help us bring Sirius back, and help us fight Voldemort."

"But you said Harry had to kill this Voldemort himself." Cobalt blue eyes flashed as Heero spoke.

Dumbledore's own eyes twinkled in amusement. "That I did; I did not say, however, that he had to fight Voldemort on his own. I can give you til morning to think it over, if you would like."

Quatre's eyes went from his friends to Dumbledore. "That won't be necessary. Just give us a few minutes to talk things over privately and we can let you know."

Wufei's face took on a questioning look as he stared at Harry, Ron, Hermione and Malfoy. "I can see where Harry and Malfoy fit into all of this, but what about the other two?"

Malfoy smirked. "Where you see the Golden Boy, Granger and Weasley are sure to follow. It's common knowledge in Hogwarts."

Duo's left eyebrow went up. "So you're not part of their little group?"

Malfoy would have snorted had Malfoy's done such a thing; instead, he simply sneered. "Me? A part of the Terrific Trio?" He paused, laughing slightly. "As amusing as the thought may be, I simply do not have the patience to deal with Potter, Granger, and Weasley."

Quatre's eyes went from the three sitting, glaring at Malfoy, to said teen who was still sneering. "Well, what's in this for you then?" Quatre's hand went to his chest. "You don't seem like the type to help someone you don't really get along with all that well." Quatre smiled. "Although, there is this one feeling you have that-"

Draco's sneer was immediately wiped from his face to be replaced with a look of contempt. "Don't even go there, Winner." He ignored the black looks the other four from the future sent him. "I don't know what you were just doing, but keep to yourself. As to why, my mother's a Death Eater. I feed them information and they help me when my mother finds out about my betrayal, should I need it, and I also help them bring back Potter's godfather." The smirk came back to his face. "Not only that, but I get to meet a descendant of mine and make sure they are following in the steps of a Slytherin." The blonde boy sneered, sweeping his gaze across the five young men in front of him. Without taking his gaze off of them, he spoke to Dumbledore. "Which one is my descendant, old man?"

Smiling softly and ignoring the insult, Dumbledore shook his head even though he knew Draco couldn't see him. "I'm afraid I can't tell you just yet, Mr. Malfoy. Certain things have to come out and happen before I allow either you or Harry know who your descendant is." He switched his eyes over to the five young men from the future. "We will give you a few moments to make your decision." He picked up his wand from his desk and held it out to towards them. "I can cast a spell to make it to where we don't hear your conversation if you wish."

The five looked to each other, communicating with their eyes before Duo smirked. "Nah, ya'll just stay on that side of the room for a moment." The five then crowded together and began speaking in low tones.

Heero spoke first, his cobalt eyes piercing into Quatre's aqua ones. "Quatre, what does your Space Heart say?" Quatre closed his eyes, his hand rubbing the area on his chest where his heart was for several minutes before speaking.

"Their sincere and telling the truth about everything. Dumbledore is hiding something though, and it feels like its something about the descendant of Harry and Draco." He opened his eyes and stared into each of his friends', and lover's, eyes before speaking again. "I think everyone is under the assumption that they each have one, but I believe it's actually only one and whichever of us it is is related to both Potter and Malfoy. I think he's hiding it because of the feelings I get from both the boys. I think they hate each other, but at the same time, I can feel feelings of attraction to Potter from Malfoy, but I'm not sure on that. Potter doesn't seem to realize it if it is, and I think if they stopped being such rivals, they would fall in love. Granger and Weasley will follow Potter anywhere, that's how strong their loyalty to him lies. They're also frightened, but it's for Potter. They're scared something will happen to him. Lupin, like Potter, is quite upset over what happened to Potter's godfather, though I can't quite tell why. Snape seems quite odd, like he's hiding something from someone, no one present here, but someone else, someone he fears. Lupin and Snape also seem to have something between them that they haven't resolved yet, something that they have both fought, but are close to giving up. I can't tell what it is exactly." He removed his hand from his chest and closed his eyes as he concentrated to calm his Space Heart. Trowa reached out to steady him as the blonde swayed slightly.

Heero turned his eyes from Quatre to Trowa. "What do you think, Trowa?"

Green eyes traveled from Quatre to Heero, confidence shining in them. "I trust in what Quatre says. I don't see much that's in it for us, besides the fact that that we'd only be doing what we'd do if we were in our time."

Wufei nodded once. "I agree." His onyx eyes flickered over to the group watching them, but keeping their distance. "I for one would like to know more about this." A small, almost invisible smile graced his features. "Plus, I would not be averse to learning anything new."

Duo grinned at this. "That's our Wufei, always wanting to be the scholar." He only waved cutely at Wufei when he glared. Turning to Heero, Duo spoke, anticipating his lover's question. "You should already know my answer, Heero." Heero nodded and stood straight, turning his attention back to the others and instinctively knowing his fellow pilots doing the same.

Heero glared into the eyes of the Headmaster. "We'll do it. But know now, we do not take orders from anyone. We take care of ourselves if anything happens. They," here he pointed to the four teens, "will listen to our commands if we are all out and something happens."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Excellent, m'dear boys. We have several choices as to what to do as of now. I can send you out to Diagon Alley with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Mr. Malfoy, or you five can settle in."

Quatre wrinkled his brow in thought. "What would we have to go to this Diagon Alley for?"

"For your wizarding supplies. You each will need a wand, plus the texts for this upcoming year. Normally, I would not put students in your position straight into the sixth year, but I believe with the help of Severus, Remus, and these four, we can at least get you acquainted with the materials you will be learning. I also intend to put you in school so that other students won't get curious as to why five teens are here in the school but not attending classes, otherwise I would have let that decision up to you."

Wufei nodded once. "That would make sense. I for one would like to go to that Diagon Alley. I just hope I have enough money."

Harry smiled and shook his head. "Your money will more than likely be useless. We would have to get it exchanged in Gringott's, a wizard bank."

Wufei simply snorted. "Of course."

Quatre stopped Wufei with his next question. "I know I always carry money on me, but is our money even good in this time? From what I remember from my tutors, After Colony money is different from what I believe theirs is."

Duo smacked his forehead. "Shit."

Dumbledore chuckled, ignoring Snape's black look at Duo's choice of words. "Not to worry, Mr. Winner. The school has a fund set up for those students who come from muggle families that do not wish to pay for their child's education here."

"Why would some parents not want to pay for that?" Duo's brow was wrinkled cutely in confusion.

Malfoy snorted. "Because muggles are bloody twits. Some, when they find out their child is a wizard or a witch, become quite angry and will do anything they can to keep their child out of Hogwarts."

Hermione glared. "Not all muggle parents are like that, however." She turned to the pilots from the future. "My parents are actually muggle; I'm a muggle-born witch. My parents were actually thrilled when they found out." She giggled. "Though, when they get around Ron's dad, they get quite exasperated."

Ron blushed. "I can't help it if my father is obsessed with muggle creations."

"When do we leave?" Everyone turned to Heero, who had interrupted the conversation, getting back on track.

Dumbledore smiled. "You can leave as soon as those four are ready. I will have to caution you though: Mr. Malfoy will be going, as he does have to get his school supplies, but he cannot be seen with the other three. If he is, his cover will be jeopardized. Would you five mind being split up, three going with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, while the other two accompany Mr. Malfoy?"

Duo grinned. "Hold that thought." Everyone watched in amusement, though two clearly did not show it, as he drug his four companions back into a circle. "All right. Who should go with whom?"

Surprisingly, it was Trowa who spoke. "I think you should go with the Malfoy kid, Duo. He's the loner of the four, and if we have to work with all four of them, we'll have to get him on at least speaking terms with the other three."

Wufei smirked. "Which means Heero and Duo with Malfoy, us three with the other three."

Quatre grinned. "Sounds like a plan to me." They turned back around and Quatre smiled. "Wufei, Trowa, and I will go with Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, and Mr. Weasley. Heero and Duo will go with Mr. Malfoy."

They watched as Malfoy nodded. "Come on then, let's go. I'll tell you two what you will tell anyone who asks where you five are from." He stood from his chair and went straight to the door of Dumbledore's office, walking confidently. Duo simply grinned and grabbed Heero's hand, dragging the other boy out of the office. When the three were gone, Severus turned to Dumbledore.

"I shall be in my office if you need my assistance, Albus." With that, he swept out of the office.

Remus shook his head. "That man gets on my bloody nerves." The three pilots watched as Harry, Ron, and Hermione giggled. Remus turned to the Headmaster as well. "Do you want me to go with them, or stay here?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Let the six of them go alone. They'll be fine. Harry, just let me know how much everything costs at Diagon Alley, and I'll repay you, if that's all right."

Harry grinned and nodded. "No problem, Professor Dumbledore." He stood, motioning for Hermione and Ron to do the same, then turned to Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei. "Shall we go then?" The six left the room, leaving Dumbledore and Remus alone.

"I can't tell which is Harry's descendant. You can't tell me, can you?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, letting Remus know that the elder Headmaster knew something he did not. "Not now, Remus. But you shall quickly learn."

TBC

A/N: Hope ya'll like so far!!!! Review to tell me if I should continue or not!!! I have chapters two and three ready to be uploaded, I'm just going to wait to see if anyone will like it so far!