Disclaimers:  I do not own either Gundam Wing or Harry Potter.  I am making no money with this.  This story is purely for
entertainment purposes only.

Notes:  Duo worries over Quatre’s health.  Trowa returns to the Gryffindor tower.  And Quatre awakens briefly.



Soldiers of Sorcery



Part Seventeen


Duo nervously paced the common room of the Gryffindor tower, worried about a certain blonde Arabian.  He wondered if he
should just go down to the Hospital Wing and find out for himself if Quatre was okay or not.  Maybe his presence would only
hurt the young man.  Duo didn’t want to hurt him.  Still, he hated waiting around.  Even if he had a Potions essay to write, he
couldn’t concentrate on anything but Quatre.  Duo didn’t like it when his friends suffered.

“Duo, sit down.  You’re making me dizzy.”  Heero said, looking up from the parchment that he was writing on.  Heero, Wufei
and all of the other first year Gryffindors were working on their Potions assignment . . . well, all except Duo.

Duo stopped, turning to glare at Heero with his hands on his hips.  “Heero, how can you be so calm?”  He asked, shocked that
Heero could just sit there and not worry about their friend.  Quatre was in the Hospital Wing and Heero wasn’t the least bit upset
. . . neither was Wufei for that matter.  Duo couldn’t understand how they could be so callous.

Heero set down his quill and looked at Duo.  “Worrying isn’t going to help Quatre, nor will it do you any good.  He’s in the best
hands right now.  So sit down and do that paper.”

Duo sighed, dropping into a chair next to his friends.  He didn’t feel like writing his paper, even if Heero was totally right about
this.  Right now all he wanted to do was go down and see if Quatre was okay.  He couldn’t get over it.  Then he heard as the
portrait swung open.  

He turned to look, just in time to watch as Ginny helped Trowa inside the Gryffindor common room.  Duo jumped to his feet,
thrilled to see his friend out of bed.  Trowa looked tired, a sheen of sweat covering his face, but that was to be expected . . . he
had been hurt badly and this was the first time he had gotten out of bed in about a week.  Most of his bruises had faded, but he
was obviously still hurt.

“Hey . . . welcome back!”  Duo grinned.  “Are you feeling okay?  Was Quatre in the Hospital Wing when you left?  If he was,
how did he look?”  Duo asked, knowing full well that he was assaulting Trowa with numerous questions.  He couldn’t help it.  
He was worried.

“He was there.”  Trowa said, a bit out of breath.  “He’s sleeping now.  Madam Pomfrey says he’ll be out of it for a couple days
at least.  He needs to repair his mental blocks.”

“That’s cool!”  Duo announced, thrilled to know that Quatre was recovering.  “Hey, I promised to help you with your notes,
right?  Maybe you can help me with my paper!  You have the BEST writing skills I have ever seen.  Must come from not
talking.” Duo rambled, not letting Trowa get a word in edgewise.  “Good thing Quatre’s not that bad.  I was a bit worried.”

“A BIT?”  Heero asked incredulously, dropping his quill.  “You wore a hole in the rug!”

“I wasn’t that bad.”  Duo pouted.  “Was I?”

Wufei nodded.  “Yes, you were.  We’ve been here ever since Snape dismissed the class and you’ve done nothing but pace.”

Duo sighed.  “So I was worried . . . I had a right to be.  Quatre is my friend and I don’t like friends being ill or hurt.”  He turned
to Trowa.  “Ready to get to that paper, Trowa?  Snape assigned a three-page essay.”

Ginny held up her hand, stopping Trowa from replying.  “I think you should hold off on the homework with Trowa, okay Duo?  
He really should get back to bed.  Madam Pomfrey only let him leave because your friend Quatre shouldn’t have too many
people around him at the moment.”

“Needs to be away from emotions, hm?”  Wufei inquired, but didn’t wait for an answer.  “It is understandable.  He probably
exhausted himself.”

“I’ll take Trowa up to the dorm, if you want.”  Duo offered, taking a step forward.

Trowa nodded slightly, his eyes barely open.  “Yes, thank you.  I would appreciate the help.”  He said tiredly.

Duo nodded, cautiously wrapping his arm around Trowa’s waist and taking the majority of his weight from Ginny.  He realized
that she had basically been all that was holding him up.  Trowa must be exhausted.  “Come on, buddy.  You need some rest.”  
Duo said quietly, slowly leading Trowa away.

Trowa said nothing.  He merely followed, shuffling his feet as he was led to the stairs.  Then he climbed, groaning in discomfort
as Duo assisted him.  Duo bit his lip, not wanting to say anything, fearing that he would only upset Trowa if he opened his big
mouth.

When Duo finally got Trowa over to his bed, he chose to speak.  “You sure you’re okay, Trowa?”  Duo asked, pulling off
Trowa’s shoes and robes.

Trowa nodded.  “Madam Pomfrey seems to think so, and I agree.  Besides, I didn’t like being stuck in the Hospital Wing . . .
too many sick people coming in.”  He chuckled lightly, then winced and wrapped an arm around his waist.  “I just need to get a
potion from her before mealtimes and I should be fine.”

“I’ll get it for you, Trowa.  You just rest up and heal.”  Duo said, gently pushing Trowa to lie back on the bed.

“Thank you, Duo.”  Trowa yawned.

“No problem.  You’re my friend and I want to help you.”  Duo smiled, covering the tall young man with the blankets.  However,
when he looked to Trowa’s face, he saw that Trowa had already fallen asleep.  With a smile, Duo returned to the common
room, hoping for both Trowa and Quatre’s health.


*****


Quatre felt woozy as he struggled up from unconsciousness, wanting to awaken.  He forced his eyelids to open, blinking them
repeatedly as light sent shards of pain through them.  It was too bright . . . he weakly raised his arm, covering his eyes as a
feeble whimper escaped his parched throat.

Gentle fingers touched his arm, easily guiding Quatre’s arm away from his face.  Quatre blinked some more, his vision taking a
moment to clear, before he focused on Madam Pomfrey’s concerned visage.  “W-Where?  What?”  He asked, his voice rough
from disuse.  He was confused and disoriented, his memories hazy.

Madam Pomfrey spoke, her voice sounding as if it were being broadcast over a megaphone and right into his ear.  “You’re in
the Hospital Wing, Quatre.  Do you remember anything?”

Quatre winced, finding her voice painful to listen to.  He shook his head tiredly, groaning as spikes of pain drove through his
skull.  No matter what he did, he just seemed to hurt himself more.  Perhaps he should just go back to sleep.

“No, Quatre . . . it’s not time to sleep yet.”  Madam Pomfrey said, as if reading his mind.  Her voice was quieter this time,
although not by much.  “I need you to drink something first.”

Quatre nodded.  “I am thirsty.”  He said in a strained voice.  However, he avoided the vial she held to his chapped lips.  “What is
it?”  He asked.

Madam Pomfrey smiled.  “Just something that will help you.  You need time to place your mental blocks up again.  This will
keep any unwanted emotions from your mind until you’re ready.”  She answered, setting the vial’s edge against his lip again.  

This time Quatre did drink, finding the taste to be delicious and sweet.  It was gloriously warm, the heat spreading throughout
his entire body from his head to the very tips of his toes.  He couldn’t count how many swallows he took, finding the effort to
count too tiring.  He wasn’t even aware that he had finished, until Madam Pomfrey swiped a damp cloth over the corner of his
mouth, wiping away a stray drop that had escaped him.

Her hand settled on his forehead, gentle and cool against his sweaty skin.  “You go back to sleep now, Quatre . . . you’ll feel
better the next time you awaken.”  She said.

Wordlessly, Quatre nodded.  He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep rather quickly, leaving him to dream of a lovely green oasis
where a shadowed youth beckoned to him sweetly, his vibrant green eyes hauntingly familiar.



To Be Continued . . .