MAGICAL MISUNDERSTANDINGS
Chapter 7: Awake
Author: Chiisai Kichigai
Pairings: 1x5x2 (various positions), 3x4x3, DMxHP, hints of RWxHG
Warnings: Love, sex, boy toys, bondage, swearing, death, ect…ect…
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing? Mine? Snorts I Wish! Harry Potter belongs to someone who isn't me (J.K. Rowling)
Authors notes: This is a crossover and I am a new writer. DON'T PANIC! This takes place after the fifth book 'Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix' … Anyway I hated that they killed off Sirius so this is what really happened! Please enjoy!
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Harry was at a loss of the reason Dumbledore had brought him from the awkward situation at Number Four private drive straight to this mans house, who, Harry had believed but moments before, had seemed like he was attacked and taken.
Horace Slughorn was a rather large man with prominent eyes, enormous silver moustache (kinda like the one you find on a walrus) and was wearing lilac silk pyjamas over his obese frame.
This man had destroyed his house and disguised himself as a sofa chair in attempt to dispel Dumbledore from looking for him.
So why was Harry here?
Why didn't Dumbledore just drop him off at the burrow with Ron and Hermoine?
What could he, Harry, do in this situation to help?
Harry was started out of his thoughts when the large man brushed passed him to get to the now fixed liquor cabinet. Then Harry was seated in a chair by his headmaster and he got the distinct impression that Dumbledore, for some reason, wanted to keep him as visible as possible.
Harry sighed. It was going to be a long night.
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Sirius hadn't understood what was going on when he had grabbed the child's hand. He hadn't understood the ultimate need to touch the young man. All he understood was that it would be the only chance for his survival.
Now he was staring at the barrel of a muggle weapon.
Sirius dared not breathe when the realisation came to him in the form of angry eyes. He had just jumped out of the pot and into the fire.
Well bug it all.
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Harry was now currently standing in a country lane beside Dumbledore just a bit annoyed with the wrinkly old man.
Dumbledore had used him again.
He had used Harry to convince Slughorn to return out of retirement to teach at the school he so dearly loved.
Now standing in the shadow of his second most favourite building in the world, Harry couldn't bring himself to care about it anymore because soon, soon he was going to see his friends again, and his spirits could not help but lift at the thought.
Ron was in there, and so was Mrs Weasley, who could cook better than anyone he knew…
Harry felt his mouth water at the thought of food and he walked towards the building somewhat zoned out as he thought of all the food he would be willingly forced to consume.
Harry was brought away from his desire of food when Dumbledore lay a hand on his shoulder.
"If you don't mind Harry I would like a few words with you before we part. In private."
Harry took a secret longing look at the burrow before letting Dumbledore drag him into conversation.
Harry sighed inwardly.
It had been a long night.
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Ginerva Weasley rubbed her eyes to rid them of their sleep induced mugginess and checked he bedtime clock on the wall which indicated the early hour of the morning.
Yawning tiredly she was about to go back to sleep when she caught sight of two figures outside her window.
Nearly squealing with delight she bounded out of her bed and quickly dressed sneaking down the stairs in time to hear Mrs Weasley ask who was at the door.
"Declair yourself!"
"It is I, Dumbledore, bringing Harry"
Ginny Smiled. Although the boy-who-lived wasn't interested in her romantically, Ginny loved to be in Harry's presence. He was nice and real…he was himself. Sure her brother was real as well and so was Hermoine, but her brother didn't like her company and Ginny felt so dwarfed in Hermoine's presence.
Harry was so normal.
Ginny quickly went back to her room as her father came in making her mom a little annoyed with all his precautions and embarrassing passwords before he allowed her to let him in. Aurthor Weasley always knew when she was nearby and it boggled her somewhat.
When she got to her room she flopped down gracelessly on her bed and sighed.
Harry had looked different.
He had looked like a shattered window put back together with tape and clumpy glue. He hid it so well, but Ginny could tell. He lost everything in his short life. It had been taken away. One more piece of the window missing, another crack to glue and tape together in such a flimsy way…
Would he survive long enough to defeat the dark lord.
Yes, she knew. She had placed one of the twins listening devices in Dumbledore's office. She had wanted to know if Harry would be all right after the incident at the ministry. Although she wasn't listening personally at the time (she knew she would have been caught if she had tried), she had applied one of her own spells on the extendable ear and it recorded the discussion in Dumbledore's office last year.
The recording only lasted for a day and then it destroyed itself. But Ginny knew. She knew Harry was the "Chosen one". She knew he had to fight Voldemort.
Ginny shuddered at the name, a reflex integrated into her during her sixteen years of life.
But what of her dreams?
She wanted to believe them, her dreams, that is. For in her dreams there are five figures shrouded in black shadows and Sirius by them. Sirius, a man believed dead, standing next to these figures and standing strong, but most of all…alive. She knew he wasn't dead…she just knew it. He was coming back and Ginny for the life of her couldn't figure out how she knew.
But she knew the old prophesy had changed. She knew a new one was forming. For some reason she knew.
Ginny closed her eyes. Suddenly…she was very tired.
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"uhhhhhhh….well this is awkward"
Duo scratched his nose and looked cross eyed at the man who only moments before had been in his dream.
And his dream man was on top of him in a very compromising position, with a gun locked unwavering to Sirius's head.
"eeeerrrrr Hee-chan you do know that if you kill him I'm gunna get nasty brain sludge all over my shirt. My favourite shirt may I add."
Heero scowled.
"He just appeared, Duo."
"I know it seems weird but-"
"NO! He. Apperead. Out. Of. Thin. Air."
Trigger finger twitching Heero looked lost and unsure. When Heero was unsure of something he usually shot it.
It wasn't looking good for dream dude.
"Put the gun away Heero I can explain…I think."
Wufei stepped up and pushed the gun down from its position giving Heero a meaningful glance.
When Heero put the gun away everyone breathed easier.
The man moved off the braided pilot.
Duo sat up to see everyone staring at him and glaring suspiciously at Sirius who looked confused as hell.
"heh…well you see, I'm not really sure exactly how he got here, but I think it started with these dreams…"
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Harry had gone straight to bed after a light talk with Mrs. Weasley, hoping to get a few hours sleep at least.
It seemed like only seconds after he closed his eyes that he was rudely awakened by a load cannon like sound as the door to the room he was staying in (the twins old room which had boxes of stuff stacked neatly giving Harry the knowledge that the room was being used for storage) opened and thumping footsteps where heard.
Then he was blinded by the bright sunlight from outside as the curtains where pulled away from their protective positions.
"Wuzzgoinon?"
Groping for his glasses Harry sat upright and got smacked on the back of his head.
"We didn't know you were here already!" said a load and excited voice.
"Ron, don't hit him!" said a girls voice reproachfully.
Finally finding his glasses Harry shoved them on quickly and the world came into focus along with the grinning face of a freckled, red headed boy and an exasperated bushy haired girl.
"All right?" asked Ron still grinning down at his friend on the bed.
"Never been better" Harry replied rubbing the sore spot on his head and slumping back into the pillows. "You?"
"Not bad" came the concurrent reply from the redhead as he pulled over a cardboard box and sat on it. "When did you get here, Mum only just told us!"
Harry yawned. "About six o'clock this morning…I think, I don't really know…the sun was just coming up"
Hermoine decided to join the conversation.
"Where the Muggles all right? Did they treat you OK?"
"Same as usual" Harry said as Hermoine perched herself on the end of his bed. "They didn't talk to me much, which is the way I like it"
Noticing the tired way in which he said this Hermoine grabbed Ron by the back of his shirt collar and began dragging him out of the room.
"Sleep for a bit more Harry. You look like you have seen a grim and are awaiting your death. We'll see you later. Right, Ron."
Ron looked at Harry nodding his head, sneaking glances at the brown haired girl.
"uhhh right, mate. See you later…"
Hermoine pushed him out the door.
"Don't worry about food, Mrs Weasley will be bringing you up a tray later. Sleep well Harry" and with that she closed the door.
Sighing with relief Harry tossed his glasses on the box Ron had been occupying and flipped over curling up under the blankets.
Sleep sounded so good.
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Ginny sat down annoyed at the dinner table in the empty kitchen, grumbling to herself as she thought of all the troubles in her life.
"So what's he like?"
Speaking of which…that was her brother, Ron's, voice filtering down the stairs.
"He looks a bit like a walrus and used to be the head of Slytherin"
That was Harry, Ginny noted standing from her seated position and walking towards the steps.
"Did Slughorn seem like he'd be a good teacher?" This question came from Hermoine.
"Dunno, He can't be worse than Umbridge, can he?"
Ginny rounded the steps. "I know who's worse than Umbridge" Ginny said irritably and three heads turned in her direction.
'Ooops. Did I say that out load?'
Ginny looked in Harry's direction from her slouched over position at the foot of the stairs.
"Hi Harry" She gave a little wave which was returned if not a little confusedly.
"What's up with you?" Ron asked
"It's her" Ginny groused out, plonking herself next to Harry a few steps up. "She's driving me mad"
"What's she done now?" Hermoine asked sympathetically.
"It's they way she talks to me – You'd think I was about three!"
"I know" said Hermoine lowering her voice to a whisper "She's so full of herself"
"Can't you two lay off her for five seconds?!" Ron exclaimed angrily and poor Harry just looked confused as hell.
"Oh, that's right, defend her" Snapped Ginny "We all know you can't get enough of her!"
Ron was about to say something scathing when the person of their feud glided down the stairs gracefully causing Ron to get this airy look on his face and both Ginny and Hermoine huffed in annoyance at his diverted attention.
"'Arry!" came the throaty voice of the female "'Eet 'as been too long!"
There Fleur Delacour stood in all her willowy perfection right before the small group.
Oh boy.
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