A/N: So here's a new story. It will be standard pairings (Heero/Duo, Quatre/Trowa). This prologue is super short but the chapters will be longer and decent lengths. This is just to... wet the apatite as they say.

So, don't own anything, obviously. Enjoy.

Harry was angry.

Today had been one of the most horrible days in his entire short life. Today had been worse than that time he was seven and Dudley had run over him with his bike. Today had been worse than the time he was four and his Aunt Marge had accused him of hurting her dog and then smacked Harry with the dog leash until he apologized for something he didn't do. This was even worse than the time Harry had gotten home late from school and his Uncle made him sleep outside in a thunderstorm because of it.

Today Harry had jumped onto the roof and gotten caught.

Everyday at recess, Harry's cousin Dudley and his little gang of followers picked someone to torment and beat up. Nine times out of ten, that person was Harry. Harry: the smallest kid in the class and also the dumbest. He didn't speak, even when spoken too, and had no friends. He wore the ugliest clothes and didn't always smell very pleasant. The other kids avoided him, thinking he was way too weird to risk talking to.

On this particular day, Harry was once again chosen by his cousin to be the punching bag. But after so many years of the torment, Harry was rather sick of it. So instead of taking it quietly like always, Harry did something drastic. As Dudley and his friends surrounded him, Harry had grabbed a rock from the ground and threw it. The rock had bounced off Dudley's fat arm and didn't even leave a bruise.

After that, a great chase had begun that spanned the entire elementary school and lasted through lunch and recess. Harry had never run so much in life. Dudley hadn't been able to keep up and so he left it up to his friends, who were nowhere near as fat, to catch his younger cousin. They had managed to corner him out behind the trashcans. Dudley had come sauntering up, sneering and breathing as though he had been the one chasing Harry. He stalked forward and made a fist.

Harry had jumped back when Dudley swung at him and that's when things got really bad. All the boys had screamed in surprise and Harry suddenly found himself looking down at them all. He was on the school roof with absolutely no clue how he had gotten there. The boys all ran away to tell a teacher and it had taken two hours to get Harry down. The door to the stairs was locked and no one could find the key so they had to break it to get to Harry.

After that fiasco was taken care of, Harry was taken straight to the principal's office and his Aunt was called. Harry had been suspended for two days and a bill had been given to the Dursley family for the door. No one believed him when he said he didn't climb the building. They thought he was lying when he sad it was an accident. And they were bigger and older and smarter therefore, they had to be right.

Vernon had been furious and had every intention of making Harry work off the three hundred dollar bill by doing house chores. As he had been screaming at Harry, Vernon had been waving his arms vehemently. When he had turned around quickly to yell in Harry's face, he had accidentally backhanded the boy hard enough to knock him down.

And that ended the second fiasco of the day. Harry had been banished to his cupboard with no supper. He wasn't even allowed to get ice for his stinging eye. Tomorrow would be his first day of suspension and the beginning of weeks of pure hell because of all the extra chores he was going to be expected to do. As Harry lay scrunched up on his cot, watching a spider making a web above him, he silently wished to be somewhere else. He didn't care where, so long as it wasn't here anymore.

No one listened to him here; no one treated him like a human being. He was lower than dirt and Harry was sick of it. So what if he was different or small. That wasn't his fault. So what if his parents had been worthless and killed themselves drinking and driving. That wasn't Harry's fault either. He closed his eyes and wished from the very bottom of his heart that something would happen and Harry could escape this house.

Suddenly, Harry gasped and sat up, rubbing his chest. For a second, he'd felt a pressure build up and then snap as soon as he finished reciting his wish. After a moment, Harry closed his eyes and lay back down, deciding he had just been imagining things.


Far away from where Harry slept in his cupboard, the doctor Sally Po was finishing the last of her paperwork and looking forward to going home and crawling into bed. The last few weeks had been hell for her as the Family Restoration Act took up all of her time. Normally such things were carried out by junior staff but the last few cases had been too important to let amateurs handle.

Sally Po was the personal doctor for all of the most important people in the colonies. She was also the doctor for those who did not exist. With the Family Restoration Act in full swing, it was not only her job to register all these people but to classify their reports to the highest security level possible. It had taken weeks to get the DNA samples on file. And in the case of five certain individuals it had taken months.

Quatre Winner had been the first to cave because Sally had threatened to release to the public that the Quatre Winner was against the Family Restoration Act by refusing to put his DNA on file. Trowa Barton had given in next, worn down by Sally's nagging and Quatre's puppy-eyes. Wufei Change was the third to consent, though he did so very angrily. His family was dead. He did not need his blood on file to tell him that.

Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy had by far been the hardest to track down. Neither boy "existed" after the war had ended (neither did Trowa for that matter, but he stayed close to Quatre so was easier to find) and as soon as Sally had approached them about the Act both had very conveniently left on a month long mission together. When they had returned, Sally had conned Wufei into pinning Duo down so she could forcefully take his blood. He had shouted and raved about that but Sally Po ignored him and went on with her work.

Heero Yuy managed to elude her grasp for another week. What had done him in was getting hurt on a mission. An explosion caused by terrorists Heero had been tracking had left his arm beat up. Sally had tended it and then taken the blood sample from Heero, steadfastly ignoring the death glare he leveled on her the entire time.

Now with all the samples gathered, Sally could finally input them into the system and call her job complete. She punched a few more keys on her computer and pressed submit, satisfied when a confirmation message popped up. With a sigh, Sally smiled and stretched her arms above her head.

And then the computer beeped.

Blinking, Sally squinted at her computer screen, her eyes too tired to focus right. A tiny little message had popped up. It was two words but it might as well have been a death sentence. After all she had gone through, she had expected at least one days rest. She deserved one days rest. Angrily, Sally Po reached for the phone and dialed an old friend's phone number, glaring at the stupid two words she would hate for the rest of her life.

Match Identified.

Now, like I said, very short. Instead of being like, I want an update! I want you guys to try something else. I want you to say, this was great! I think I'll write my own story because this one inspired me! Or, this shit was terrible! I'm going to write my own and show this girl how it's done!

I want more HP/GW crossovers that are well-written. So go, my fellow fanfiction-ers! Read and write to your heart's content! Lol