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babygrayDream-based fanfiction tends to be rather goofy. Here's a bit of proof, Fullmetal Alchemist style.
This short bit came from a dream where, for some reason, Ron Weasley, Squall Lionheart, and Heero Yuy are stuck in the maze from Goblet of Fire looking for the others, a way out, and discussing having sex with their best friends. (i.e., Heero boasts about his relationship with Duo, Squall is trying to start one with Zell, and Ron is confused.) While I'm not certain why Ron the sidekick was grouped with the leaders/heroes, and I probably won't make the idea a true fanfic, I like thinking about the scenario.
Title: Heero vs. the Boggart
Author: Ileana (babygray)
Pairings: Implied 1x2
Warning: Crossover, boggarts, and Heero with a machete.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII, Gundam Wing, and Harry Potter, their characters, and worlds belong to their appropriate creators and copyright holders. This is pure jest.
They've been in that maze for three hours now. The redhaired boy, Ronald, had fallen into a sullen quiet when neither Heero not the tall scarred man, Squall, had joined in his rather one-sided conversations. The machete Heero had woken up with was still spotted with the blood of what Squall had called a T-Rexaur, a large prehistoric monster that they were fortunate to have escaped from, no thanks to the wizard boy and his unnecessary quaking. He could hear Relena's voice in his mind, reprimanding him for being too hard on the schoolboy, but he brushed that call to softness aside. Heero was certain Ronald wouldn't be here if he wasn't at least capable of handling the dangers here.
Up ahead, the shrubs surrounding them had crowded into each other, making the path dark and uncommonly narrow. He could make out the exit as a small pinprick of light on the other end, but only barely.
"Do you know any light spells?" Squall asked the boy, his grey eyes staring at that tiny pinprick ahead of them.
"Yeah," Ronald said with a bit of reluctance.
They made their way into that near-pitch darkness one by one. Heero led, his machete held out in front of him, high enough for a downward strike if the situation called for it. Ronald-"Please stop calling me that. Only my mom calls me that."-...Ron was next, his wand held high, the tip of it shining with magical sunlight to light their way. Squall took up the rear, his gunblade in his hands and his body tense.
Deep in the darkness, they continued, even as the pinprick of light they made their way towards refused to grow. There was a rusting of branches that seemed to want to warn them, but they needed to continue.
"Heero," a male's tenor voice rasped out and the smell of blood filled the tunnel. Heero's heart began beating erratically at the sound, a thrumming fear seeping into him.
"Heero, wait," Ron warned, even as Heero moved closer.
Ron's wand cast its light on a mutilated body. The chest, a riddled mass of red and black, as moving with each shallow, wet breath. The limbs, spread out away from the torso, were laid in odd angles, the bones unmistakably broken. The face was frozen in a look of shock, white and bloodless. The large eyes, wide and glassy, stared at Heero in disbelief.
"Duo," Heero gasped as he fell to his knees within arm's reach of a booted foot, unable to move any closer, unable to look away.
"Heero," the body spoke, the timber no more melodic than a rusty, crushed tin can's.
Squall tried to push his way towards Heero and the body, but Ron was faster, practically jumping over Heero's head. The rasping, dying body began to transform frantically, and before Ron's light went off, Heero and Squall barely saw the outline of a giant, hairy spider with fangs dripping with venom.
Ron, laughing, cast one spell over and over until, with a poof, he let up and relit his wand with magical sunshine. The spider was no longer there, and neither was the body. Whatever that monster was, it was gone.
From Ron's explanation, the thing was a boggart, something that shifted into a target's worse fear in order to feed from the emotion.
It took a while for Squall to ease Heero back to his feet, and a bit longer for Heero to get himself completely back under control. Squall had the sense of mind to keep his silence and his questions to himself. Ron, on the other hand, couldn't stop himself from asking all sorts of inappropriate questions, questions Heero was able to silence with a cold look, even if he was too shaken to hold it for long.
Fortunately, Ron took the hint and they continued on, out of that dark tunnel and hopefully out of that maze.
This short bit came from a dream where, for some reason, Ron Weasley, Squall Lionheart, and Heero Yuy are stuck in the maze from Goblet of Fire looking for the others, a way out, and discussing having sex with their best friends. (i.e., Heero boasts about his relationship with Duo, Squall is trying to start one with Zell, and Ron is confused.) While I'm not certain why Ron the sidekick was grouped with the leaders/heroes, and I probably won't make the idea a true fanfic, I like thinking about the scenario.
Title: Heero vs. the Boggart
Author: Ileana (babygray)
Pairings: Implied 1x2
Warning: Crossover, boggarts, and Heero with a machete.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII, Gundam Wing, and Harry Potter, their characters, and worlds belong to their appropriate creators and copyright holders. This is pure jest.
They've been in that maze for three hours now. The redhaired boy, Ronald, had fallen into a sullen quiet when neither Heero not the tall scarred man, Squall, had joined in his rather one-sided conversations. The machete Heero had woken up with was still spotted with the blood of what Squall had called a T-Rexaur, a large prehistoric monster that they were fortunate to have escaped from, no thanks to the wizard boy and his unnecessary quaking. He could hear Relena's voice in his mind, reprimanding him for being too hard on the schoolboy, but he brushed that call to softness aside. Heero was certain Ronald wouldn't be here if he wasn't at least capable of handling the dangers here.
Up ahead, the shrubs surrounding them had crowded into each other, making the path dark and uncommonly narrow. He could make out the exit as a small pinprick of light on the other end, but only barely.
"Do you know any light spells?" Squall asked the boy, his grey eyes staring at that tiny pinprick ahead of them.
"Yeah," Ronald said with a bit of reluctance.
They made their way into that near-pitch darkness one by one. Heero led, his machete held out in front of him, high enough for a downward strike if the situation called for it. Ronald-"Please stop calling me that. Only my mom calls me that."-...Ron was next, his wand held high, the tip of it shining with magical sunlight to light their way. Squall took up the rear, his gunblade in his hands and his body tense.
Deep in the darkness, they continued, even as the pinprick of light they made their way towards refused to grow. There was a rusting of branches that seemed to want to warn them, but they needed to continue.
"Heero," a male's tenor voice rasped out and the smell of blood filled the tunnel. Heero's heart began beating erratically at the sound, a thrumming fear seeping into him.
"Heero, wait," Ron warned, even as Heero moved closer.
Ron's wand cast its light on a mutilated body. The chest, a riddled mass of red and black, as moving with each shallow, wet breath. The limbs, spread out away from the torso, were laid in odd angles, the bones unmistakably broken. The face was frozen in a look of shock, white and bloodless. The large eyes, wide and glassy, stared at Heero in disbelief.
"Duo," Heero gasped as he fell to his knees within arm's reach of a booted foot, unable to move any closer, unable to look away.
"Heero," the body spoke, the timber no more melodic than a rusty, crushed tin can's.
Squall tried to push his way towards Heero and the body, but Ron was faster, practically jumping over Heero's head. The rasping, dying body began to transform frantically, and before Ron's light went off, Heero and Squall barely saw the outline of a giant, hairy spider with fangs dripping with venom.
Ron, laughing, cast one spell over and over until, with a poof, he let up and relit his wand with magical sunshine. The spider was no longer there, and neither was the body. Whatever that monster was, it was gone.
From Ron's explanation, the thing was a boggart, something that shifted into a target's worse fear in order to feed from the emotion.
It took a while for Squall to ease Heero back to his feet, and a bit longer for Heero to get himself completely back under control. Squall had the sense of mind to keep his silence and his questions to himself. Ron, on the other hand, couldn't stop himself from asking all sorts of inappropriate questions, questions Heero was able to silence with a cold look, even if he was too shaken to hold it for long.
Fortunately, Ron took the hint and they continued on, out of that dark tunnel and hopefully out of that maze.
