Crossover: Lupis quod Justicia [1/?]
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imasupermuteantTitle: Lupus quod Justicia [1/?]
Fandoms: Gundam Wing, Harry Potter
Pairing: past Wufei/Treize, Wufei/Remus Lupin
Rating: varying from PG-13 to NC-17
Warnings: unhealthy relationships, crack, cliche, purple prose, disregard for continuity
Chapter Wordcount: 2685
Summary: Wufei is looking for something to distract himself from reality. Hogwarts provides the perfect opportunity.
Prologue
Chang Wufei,
We are pleased to inform you of your acceptance to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, entering into fifth year by post-mortem request of Treize Khushrenada (graduate of the class of AC 189, Order of Merlin, Second Class). Mr Khushrenada has willed you the full tuition for the final three years of your education as well as a monthly stipend for necessary supplies. The full amount of the inheritance is currently being held for you, in trust, by Headmaster Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Supreme Mugwump, etc). Attached, you will find a list of supplies and prohibited items, we expect your response before July 31st.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonnagal
Deputy Headmistress
Wufei blinked at the yellowed parchment, feeling more than a little bewildered as he scanned over the letter a third time. The magic itself wasn't a surprise, everyone in his clan had some sort of magical talent and he had been trained (along with all the youngsters of L5) in meditation techniques and basic thaumaturgy from ages five to eight. He could perform the few wandless spells that the Chang family used for combat as well as some basic healing charms. Anything else would have been, in the estimation of his family, a frivolous waste of time and resources. Wufei wasn't particularly surprised that he would be allowed entrance into Treize's alma mater.
The big shock was that Treize would have thought to include anything about him in his will, or that Treize would really care at all about Wufei's continued education. They hadn't ever spoken about magic, both of them having devoted themselves to purely muggle careers. Why had Treize done this? Was it some sort of attempt to express his affection from beyond the grave?
Or perhaps,Wufei thought to himself, this is some sort of payment for services rendered?
The thought left an acidic burn in his throat, anger fused with shame. He had been the General's (lover?) whore for years. He could fill tears welling up, unbidden, at the thought that Treize might have been planning this sort of payment all along.
It was infuriating and insulting. Nearly a week earlier Wufei would have burned the letter and left the matter there. Now... well, now Wufei was finding himself considering his options.
After the Eve Wars had come to an end, those that had fought for piece or justice or revenge found themselves at loose ends. Wufei, feeling adrift without the strict guidance of his colony and family, had joined the Preventers.
He hadn’t known what else to do with himself.
His compatriots (with the exception of Quatre, who had gone on to manage the family business, and Heero, who had gone to art school of all things) had thrown themselves back into the world of battle and subterfuge that they had always known. They transitioned easily, Wufei envied them.
The righteous anger that had driven Wufei through two wars could no longer sustain him. Loosing Treize to his own sword, and then loosing Mariemaia (loosing that piece of Treize, his, their child) to the Earthsphere childcare system, hurt as much as the loss of his family and home. But the anger that had kept him fighting was gone, leaving nothing in it's place but... Aching.
The other pilots didn't understand (Wufei hardly understood) and their presence was salt on open wounds.
Other people's happiness hurt him.
Just a few days earlier Duo had run through headquarters with his trademark grin, shouting “I love my job!” at the top of his lungs.
“Typical Maxwell behavior.” Wufei had snorted in derision, shuffling papers and feeling jealous.
“It’s great!” Duo had responded with a flip of his hair, “Where else do I get to blow stuff up at the beginning of the day, and rescue a few puppies after lunch, and then go home to my a sexy piece of man-meat when I’m ready for bed?”
Wufei could remember clearly the way that Duo’s eyes had shined with his enthusiasm, and Trowa’s cheerful chuckle from across the room.
Duo’s previously mentioned “man-meat” entered the room at that moment accompanied by a suit-wearing Quatre. Heero caught the tail end of the conversation and took it as a hint to go embrace his braided lover.
Wufei ignored the pang of hurt he felt as he saw the four people he would consider friends, neatly paired up with each other and perfectly happy. They deserve this, he reminded himself for the nth time.
“Mmmmm… Hey there man-meat.” Duo had never been one to avoid public displays of affection; he kissed Heero just as enthusiastically in the office as he would in the privacy of their apartment.
“Hello, stupid.” Heero had replied with a wry smile that Wufei couldn’t have even imagined a year ago. His fingers, stained with various paints and colors and a noticeable amount of black dust, wrapped themselves around Duo’s braid in a possessive clutch.
“Look out, you’ll get charcoal all over.” Trowa warned from where he had risen to greet his own lover.
“Heero! I told you to wash your hands before you touch the hair!” Duo growled in shock, not moving an inch from where Heero was caressing his braid.
If anyone had told Wufei that he would one day see a paint covered Heero Yuy joking about shampoo he would have told them they were crazy. And then shot them.
The fact that Heero had been able to change so much left Wufei feeling proud and... lonely.
It was lonely, being the only one who didn't change. It was lonely and it hurt in ways Wufei did not want to acknowledge.
It was on that day, watching his four friends and compatriots joking and laughing and normal and in love, that Wufei realized how much he hated his job.
Being a preventer was not nearly the same as being a gundam pilot, nor was it similar to serving in Mariemaia’s army. It wasn’t all “blowing stuff up and saving puppies” as Duo had so eloquently described. Wufei felt too restrained by the strict supervision of his commanding officers. There was too much liability involved when he went on a mission with a partner he didn’t trust. There was paperwork.
And, worst of all, there was being close enough to his fellow pilots to see them drawing closer to each other, but not close enough to keep them from drawing away from him. Making their lives so real and solid and normal while he felt suspended in time, as if waiting for the next enemy attack.
To add injury to more injury, Wufei hated working under Lady Une. It wasn’t the woman’s fault that she represented everything he had both loved and despised during the war. That she had adopted his lover’s child while he was forced to pretend he didn’t care. Lady Une was a respectable woman and a strong leader.
Wufei hated her.
Wufei left the Preventers office, that day, and headed to his apartment where he sat down to pen his resignation letter to a woman he couldn’t help but despise, and found a inconspicuous parchment envelope sitting on his desk, bearing his name in bright green ink.
The school, and Treize's motivations behind paying for it, was of little consequence. The escape it provided was everything Wufei needed.
He found himself on a plane to London just weeks later with fewer belongings in his single duffel than he had traveled with during the war and his grandfather’s old wand in the pocket of his coat. It had taken him quite a few weeks to officially leave the Preventers and pack up his small apartment, but the feeling of sudden, unexpected freedom had remained from the moment he sent his response.
Just like it had been during the war, Wufei was left with a couple changes of clothes, a few pictures that had survived the destruction of L5, and his old katana. It was liberating.
Liberating in all the wrong ways. He couldn’t help but chuckle derisively to himself as the plane lifted off the runway, Here I am, a year later and still marching to the beat of Treize’s drum
Wufei’s hand lightly touched the wand in his pocket, a tool that he associated more with Treize than with the man he had inherited it from. When will I be free of him?.
When will I want to?
If he considered it, Hogwarts might not have been the best choice of destination in order to forget about Treize. Magic reminded him of his lover. It always would.
The general had been an excellent wizard, but an even more outstanding pilot and commander, which is how the man had ended up so thoroughly ensconced in muggle politics. Wufei often wondered how the war would have proceeded if Treize had decided to pursue a career in potions.
It doesn’t matter he reminded himself, I’m going for myself, to start a new life.
This isn’t about Treize. Somewhere in the universe, Wufei imagined, someone was laughing at his lies.
The plane touched down at Heathrow airport in the early afternoon on a completely pleasant day in September, as if to thumb its nose at Wufei’s contemplative mood. He gathered his bag and moved as quickly as he could to get through the crowd of chattering travelers. Wufei found himself longing for the days when he could fly anywhere in the Earthsphere on his own time and under his own power.
He was greeted at the gate by a giant of a man clutching a bright pink umbrella and holding a sign that bore his name in what appeared to be soot.
The former pilot approached his guide and waited expectantly, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention to anything at Wufei’s level. Wufei cleared his throat a few times but when that got no response he reached up and tugged on the man’s sleeve, feeling like nothing more than a small child.
“Huh?” the big man grunted, finally glancing down.
“I am Chang Wufei”
“Oh… Oh!” The giant paused to look at his sign before looking back down (way down) at his charge.
“Righ’ sorry. Never been to an airpor’ before an’ it’s got me a mite distracted. Name’s Rubeus Hagrid, pleased t’ meet ya!”
Wufei decided not to dignify that with an answer, but the large man insisted on giving him a crushing handshake in greeting.
Hagrid was fascinated by the monitor that displayed arrival and departure times, as well as the baggage carousels and the automatic door. He seemed irrationally put out that Wufei hadn’t checked any bags.
As they left the airport, headed for the underground and (eventually) King's Cross Station, the groundskeeper managed to maintain a steady flow of cheerful banter, leaving Wufei free with his own thoughts so long as he remembered to nod every now and then. It was, Wufei thought, perhaps more relaxing than it should have been, to be ignored.
King's Cross was more than Wufei had bargained for. Crowded with Muggles and Wizards alike, Wufei found himself becoming tense and nervous in a way that would have, only months earlier, resulted in physical harm to those around him. He tried not to twitch.
“I was going to be taken’ you to Diagon Ally but the ‘eadmaster said you already had a wand and we can get everythin’ else on order.” Hagrid told him as he led the way through the crowded station. “It’s a little late anyway, as the train leaves today.”
Wufei grunted a response, trailing Hagrid by a few feet and pretending he wasn’t a little bothered by the fact that they happened to walk through a wall in between. He honestly hadn’t even thought of the supplies list that had been included with his letter, and he was beginning to regret it as he saw the other students who crowded the platform. They milled about, some already dressed in the school’s robes, with large trunks and cages and chattering family members.
His fellow students surrounding him for the first time. Wufei tried not to be terrified.
I will not be intimidated. Wufei told himself, I am stronger than these children.
“It’s jus’ fine!” Hagrid told him, somehow managing to read his uneasiness, “I’ll get you onto a compartment an’ the ‘eadmaster will meet you at ‘ogwarts!”
Wufei snorted at the suggestion that he was unsure (although the crowed of unknown wizarding children was daunting) and shouldered his duffel.
“Thank you for you guidance.” He said, probably the first thing he had said in hours, giving Hagrid a slight bow before turning towards the Hogwarts express.
"Yer welcome..." Hagrid said with a grin, leaving him behind with a mutter about weird foreign children.
If the platform had seemed chaotic, Wufei was completely unprepared for the inside of the train. Children filled the aisles and the compartments, jostling around with heavy luggage and badly executed spells. Wufei ducked into a compartment as quickly as he could, not really looking at which compartment it was.
Three heads turned to stare at him as he slammed the door, muttering curses in a few of his favorite languages. Caught in the gaze of Hogwarts’ most inquisitive students Wufei found his expletives trailing off into an awkward silence.
“Ummmm….” Wufei blinked a few times, “Would you mind if I joined you?”
“Sure!” A boy with thick glasses said, “Take a seat."
Wufei slid himself into the nearest seat and pushed his bag under the chair beneath him, “...Thank you.”
“I’ve never seen you before.” The girl probed, “are you a first year?”
“Are you suggesting that I am eleven years old?” Wufei responded coldly.
“Errr… No?” the red head said, as though Wufei had been talking to him “I’m Ron by the way.”
“My name is Hermione.” The girl said, nodding primly.
Wufei turned his face to the boy with the glasses, waiting for an introduction that didn’t come. “I am Chang Wufei,” he said pointedly.
The boy looked at him, as if waiting.
After a few moments of pointed looks, Wufei lost his patience, “What is your name, boy?”
“You mean you don’t know?” Ron asked.
“Of course I don’t know! Do I look like a mind reader to you?”
“I…” the boy with the glasses looked both surprised and pleased, an uncommon reaction from people Wufei yelled at. “I’m Harry Potter.”
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Wufei growled irritably.
“I guess.” Harry responded, “Where did you say you were from again?”
“I didn’t say.”
“You’re not a professor are you?” The girl was obnoxious. Wufei frowned.
“First you think I’m an infant and now you think I’m elderly? I’m not a professor!”
Ron and Hermione seemed to be getting fed up with Wufei’s brusque attitude, but Harry was chuckling under his breath. Wufei wasn’t sure how he felt about the odd boy, he didn’t like to be considered entertainment, but he also wasn’t trying to make enemies out of the first people he had met in England. Treize would have had them wrapped around his fingers by now.
but Treize isn’t here. Wufei reminded himself, not for the first time.
After another few minutes of verbal sparring, Wufei decided stop remaining purposefully obtuse. New start. He reminded himself, I should be making... Acquaintances.
“I’m a transfer student.” He told them, “From the colonies.”
There was a long pause, while the trio thought about his answer, before he was barraged with questions.
“Why are you transferring?”
“Hogwarts doesn’t have transfers!”
“Aren’t the colonies full of muggles?
“What are the colonies?”
“Ron! You don’t know about the colonies?”
“Have you been to outer space?”
“What do you mean outer space, Hermione?”
Wufei sighed, it was going to be a long trip.
TBC in Chapter Two
Fandoms: Gundam Wing, Harry Potter
Pairing: past Wufei/Treize, Wufei/Remus Lupin
Rating: varying from PG-13 to NC-17
Warnings: unhealthy relationships, crack, cliche, purple prose, disregard for continuity
Chapter Wordcount: 2685
Summary: Wufei is looking for something to distract himself from reality. Hogwarts provides the perfect opportunity.
Prologue
Chang Wufei,
We are pleased to inform you of your acceptance to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, entering into fifth year by post-mortem request of Treize Khushrenada (graduate of the class of AC 189, Order of Merlin, Second Class). Mr Khushrenada has willed you the full tuition for the final three years of your education as well as a monthly stipend for necessary supplies. The full amount of the inheritance is currently being held for you, in trust, by Headmaster Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Supreme Mugwump, etc). Attached, you will find a list of supplies and prohibited items, we expect your response before July 31st.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonnagal
Deputy Headmistress
Wufei blinked at the yellowed parchment, feeling more than a little bewildered as he scanned over the letter a third time. The magic itself wasn't a surprise, everyone in his clan had some sort of magical talent and he had been trained (along with all the youngsters of L5) in meditation techniques and basic thaumaturgy from ages five to eight. He could perform the few wandless spells that the Chang family used for combat as well as some basic healing charms. Anything else would have been, in the estimation of his family, a frivolous waste of time and resources. Wufei wasn't particularly surprised that he would be allowed entrance into Treize's alma mater.
The big shock was that Treize would have thought to include anything about him in his will, or that Treize would really care at all about Wufei's continued education. They hadn't ever spoken about magic, both of them having devoted themselves to purely muggle careers. Why had Treize done this? Was it some sort of attempt to express his affection from beyond the grave?
Or perhaps,Wufei thought to himself, this is some sort of payment for services rendered?
The thought left an acidic burn in his throat, anger fused with shame. He had been the General's (lover?) whore for years. He could fill tears welling up, unbidden, at the thought that Treize might have been planning this sort of payment all along.
It was infuriating and insulting. Nearly a week earlier Wufei would have burned the letter and left the matter there. Now... well, now Wufei was finding himself considering his options.
After the Eve Wars had come to an end, those that had fought for piece or justice or revenge found themselves at loose ends. Wufei, feeling adrift without the strict guidance of his colony and family, had joined the Preventers.
He hadn’t known what else to do with himself.
His compatriots (with the exception of Quatre, who had gone on to manage the family business, and Heero, who had gone to art school of all things) had thrown themselves back into the world of battle and subterfuge that they had always known. They transitioned easily, Wufei envied them.
The righteous anger that had driven Wufei through two wars could no longer sustain him. Loosing Treize to his own sword, and then loosing Mariemaia (loosing that piece of Treize, his, their child) to the Earthsphere childcare system, hurt as much as the loss of his family and home. But the anger that had kept him fighting was gone, leaving nothing in it's place but... Aching.
The other pilots didn't understand (Wufei hardly understood) and their presence was salt on open wounds.
Other people's happiness hurt him.
Just a few days earlier Duo had run through headquarters with his trademark grin, shouting “I love my job!” at the top of his lungs.
“Typical Maxwell behavior.” Wufei had snorted in derision, shuffling papers and feeling jealous.
“It’s great!” Duo had responded with a flip of his hair, “Where else do I get to blow stuff up at the beginning of the day, and rescue a few puppies after lunch, and then go home to my a sexy piece of man-meat when I’m ready for bed?”
Wufei could remember clearly the way that Duo’s eyes had shined with his enthusiasm, and Trowa’s cheerful chuckle from across the room.
Duo’s previously mentioned “man-meat” entered the room at that moment accompanied by a suit-wearing Quatre. Heero caught the tail end of the conversation and took it as a hint to go embrace his braided lover.
Wufei ignored the pang of hurt he felt as he saw the four people he would consider friends, neatly paired up with each other and perfectly happy. They deserve this, he reminded himself for the nth time.
“Mmmmm… Hey there man-meat.” Duo had never been one to avoid public displays of affection; he kissed Heero just as enthusiastically in the office as he would in the privacy of their apartment.
“Hello, stupid.” Heero had replied with a wry smile that Wufei couldn’t have even imagined a year ago. His fingers, stained with various paints and colors and a noticeable amount of black dust, wrapped themselves around Duo’s braid in a possessive clutch.
“Look out, you’ll get charcoal all over.” Trowa warned from where he had risen to greet his own lover.
“Heero! I told you to wash your hands before you touch the hair!” Duo growled in shock, not moving an inch from where Heero was caressing his braid.
If anyone had told Wufei that he would one day see a paint covered Heero Yuy joking about shampoo he would have told them they were crazy. And then shot them.
The fact that Heero had been able to change so much left Wufei feeling proud and... lonely.
It was lonely, being the only one who didn't change. It was lonely and it hurt in ways Wufei did not want to acknowledge.
It was on that day, watching his four friends and compatriots joking and laughing and normal and in love, that Wufei realized how much he hated his job.
Being a preventer was not nearly the same as being a gundam pilot, nor was it similar to serving in Mariemaia’s army. It wasn’t all “blowing stuff up and saving puppies” as Duo had so eloquently described. Wufei felt too restrained by the strict supervision of his commanding officers. There was too much liability involved when he went on a mission with a partner he didn’t trust. There was paperwork.
And, worst of all, there was being close enough to his fellow pilots to see them drawing closer to each other, but not close enough to keep them from drawing away from him. Making their lives so real and solid and normal while he felt suspended in time, as if waiting for the next enemy attack.
To add injury to more injury, Wufei hated working under Lady Une. It wasn’t the woman’s fault that she represented everything he had both loved and despised during the war. That she had adopted his lover’s child while he was forced to pretend he didn’t care. Lady Une was a respectable woman and a strong leader.
Wufei hated her.
Wufei left the Preventers office, that day, and headed to his apartment where he sat down to pen his resignation letter to a woman he couldn’t help but despise, and found a inconspicuous parchment envelope sitting on his desk, bearing his name in bright green ink.
The school, and Treize's motivations behind paying for it, was of little consequence. The escape it provided was everything Wufei needed.
He found himself on a plane to London just weeks later with fewer belongings in his single duffel than he had traveled with during the war and his grandfather’s old wand in the pocket of his coat. It had taken him quite a few weeks to officially leave the Preventers and pack up his small apartment, but the feeling of sudden, unexpected freedom had remained from the moment he sent his response.
Just like it had been during the war, Wufei was left with a couple changes of clothes, a few pictures that had survived the destruction of L5, and his old katana. It was liberating.
Liberating in all the wrong ways. He couldn’t help but chuckle derisively to himself as the plane lifted off the runway, Here I am, a year later and still marching to the beat of Treize’s drum
Wufei’s hand lightly touched the wand in his pocket, a tool that he associated more with Treize than with the man he had inherited it from. When will I be free of him?.
When will I want to?
If he considered it, Hogwarts might not have been the best choice of destination in order to forget about Treize. Magic reminded him of his lover. It always would.
The general had been an excellent wizard, but an even more outstanding pilot and commander, which is how the man had ended up so thoroughly ensconced in muggle politics. Wufei often wondered how the war would have proceeded if Treize had decided to pursue a career in potions.
It doesn’t matter he reminded himself, I’m going for myself, to start a new life.
This isn’t about Treize. Somewhere in the universe, Wufei imagined, someone was laughing at his lies.
The plane touched down at Heathrow airport in the early afternoon on a completely pleasant day in September, as if to thumb its nose at Wufei’s contemplative mood. He gathered his bag and moved as quickly as he could to get through the crowd of chattering travelers. Wufei found himself longing for the days when he could fly anywhere in the Earthsphere on his own time and under his own power.
He was greeted at the gate by a giant of a man clutching a bright pink umbrella and holding a sign that bore his name in what appeared to be soot.
The former pilot approached his guide and waited expectantly, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention to anything at Wufei’s level. Wufei cleared his throat a few times but when that got no response he reached up and tugged on the man’s sleeve, feeling like nothing more than a small child.
“Huh?” the big man grunted, finally glancing down.
“I am Chang Wufei”
“Oh… Oh!” The giant paused to look at his sign before looking back down (way down) at his charge.
“Righ’ sorry. Never been to an airpor’ before an’ it’s got me a mite distracted. Name’s Rubeus Hagrid, pleased t’ meet ya!”
Wufei decided not to dignify that with an answer, but the large man insisted on giving him a crushing handshake in greeting.
Hagrid was fascinated by the monitor that displayed arrival and departure times, as well as the baggage carousels and the automatic door. He seemed irrationally put out that Wufei hadn’t checked any bags.
As they left the airport, headed for the underground and (eventually) King's Cross Station, the groundskeeper managed to maintain a steady flow of cheerful banter, leaving Wufei free with his own thoughts so long as he remembered to nod every now and then. It was, Wufei thought, perhaps more relaxing than it should have been, to be ignored.
King's Cross was more than Wufei had bargained for. Crowded with Muggles and Wizards alike, Wufei found himself becoming tense and nervous in a way that would have, only months earlier, resulted in physical harm to those around him. He tried not to twitch.
“I was going to be taken’ you to Diagon Ally but the ‘eadmaster said you already had a wand and we can get everythin’ else on order.” Hagrid told him as he led the way through the crowded station. “It’s a little late anyway, as the train leaves today.”
Wufei grunted a response, trailing Hagrid by a few feet and pretending he wasn’t a little bothered by the fact that they happened to walk through a wall in between. He honestly hadn’t even thought of the supplies list that had been included with his letter, and he was beginning to regret it as he saw the other students who crowded the platform. They milled about, some already dressed in the school’s robes, with large trunks and cages and chattering family members.
His fellow students surrounding him for the first time. Wufei tried not to be terrified.
I will not be intimidated. Wufei told himself, I am stronger than these children.
“It’s jus’ fine!” Hagrid told him, somehow managing to read his uneasiness, “I’ll get you onto a compartment an’ the ‘eadmaster will meet you at ‘ogwarts!”
Wufei snorted at the suggestion that he was unsure (although the crowed of unknown wizarding children was daunting) and shouldered his duffel.
“Thank you for you guidance.” He said, probably the first thing he had said in hours, giving Hagrid a slight bow before turning towards the Hogwarts express.
"Yer welcome..." Hagrid said with a grin, leaving him behind with a mutter about weird foreign children.
If the platform had seemed chaotic, Wufei was completely unprepared for the inside of the train. Children filled the aisles and the compartments, jostling around with heavy luggage and badly executed spells. Wufei ducked into a compartment as quickly as he could, not really looking at which compartment it was.
Three heads turned to stare at him as he slammed the door, muttering curses in a few of his favorite languages. Caught in the gaze of Hogwarts’ most inquisitive students Wufei found his expletives trailing off into an awkward silence.
“Ummmm….” Wufei blinked a few times, “Would you mind if I joined you?”
“Sure!” A boy with thick glasses said, “Take a seat."
Wufei slid himself into the nearest seat and pushed his bag under the chair beneath him, “...Thank you.”
“I’ve never seen you before.” The girl probed, “are you a first year?”
“Are you suggesting that I am eleven years old?” Wufei responded coldly.
“Errr… No?” the red head said, as though Wufei had been talking to him “I’m Ron by the way.”
“My name is Hermione.” The girl said, nodding primly.
Wufei turned his face to the boy with the glasses, waiting for an introduction that didn’t come. “I am Chang Wufei,” he said pointedly.
The boy looked at him, as if waiting.
After a few moments of pointed looks, Wufei lost his patience, “What is your name, boy?”
“You mean you don’t know?” Ron asked.
“Of course I don’t know! Do I look like a mind reader to you?”
“I…” the boy with the glasses looked both surprised and pleased, an uncommon reaction from people Wufei yelled at. “I’m Harry Potter.”
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Wufei growled irritably.
“I guess.” Harry responded, “Where did you say you were from again?”
“I didn’t say.”
“You’re not a professor are you?” The girl was obnoxious. Wufei frowned.
“First you think I’m an infant and now you think I’m elderly? I’m not a professor!”
Ron and Hermione seemed to be getting fed up with Wufei’s brusque attitude, but Harry was chuckling under his breath. Wufei wasn’t sure how he felt about the odd boy, he didn’t like to be considered entertainment, but he also wasn’t trying to make enemies out of the first people he had met in England. Treize would have had them wrapped around his fingers by now.
but Treize isn’t here. Wufei reminded himself, not for the first time.
After another few minutes of verbal sparring, Wufei decided stop remaining purposefully obtuse. New start. He reminded himself, I should be making... Acquaintances.
“I’m a transfer student.” He told them, “From the colonies.”
There was a long pause, while the trio thought about his answer, before he was barraged with questions.
“Why are you transferring?”
“Hogwarts doesn’t have transfers!”
“Aren’t the colonies full of muggles?
“What are the colonies?”
“Ron! You don’t know about the colonies?”
“Have you been to outer space?”
“What do you mean outer space, Hermione?”
Wufei sighed, it was going to be a long trip.
TBC in Chapter Two