Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing /Ac, I make no money from writing these fic's nor do I have any rights to these fandoms.

A/N: This chapter is snapshots of their lives as they grow up. Big happenings that effect their life and how they view the world. Most of them will be Harry and Duo. Why? Because Cassius is an evil little snob in this story and you get the picture. Heck if I have my way he will never be introduced again. This is their lives from AC 184 to 196; Ages 4 - 15 (For Harry 16 because we know what Duo did when he was 16). I'm just going to be putting the ages though no dates. I'm bad with dates.

Chapter 01

Hadrian Potter now Harry Sullivan

(Hadrian - Age 4)

Harry looked about the small room the lady had put him in. Everything was so small just like him and blue to. He hated blue. Why did this lady make it all blue? Was she supposed to be his new mama? Why was she always smiling at him? And why was his bed so big? It wasn't always so big and it had all these toys everywhere. Where the toys his? Did he have to share? If there was so much room why wasn't his brother here? Did he do something bad?

(Hadrian - Age 5)

The room was still too big. Everything was too big. The lady kept giving him smiles but he couldn't call her mama. She took him away from his brother. That was the only toy he played with was the teddy bear the lady gave him at the ladybug place. The one with his name on it and his brothers name on it. The pretty lady gave him crayons today and a colouring book. He liked those too.

(Hadrian - Age 6)

The pretty lady is getting sick a lot. The big man comforts her all the time when she coughs. Things are getting fuzzy and the big man always glares when she turns her back. The teddy bear and crayons where his only comfort.

(Hadrian - Age 8)

That pretty lady died today. She went in the truck with lots of lights and never came back home. The big man drinks this smelly stuff a lot and is always yelling. He took away the crayons and papers and all the other toys. Says he is ganna sell them but he didn't get the teddy bear. It was hidden to well. He sold the big bed to and got a smaller one in the blue room. Is he ganna sell me to?

(Hadrian - Age 11)

The room is so white and all these ladies and men in white coats are standing around. Said I had a broken arm and a concussion. Whatever that is. I hurt a lot. My head is dizzy and my eyes get blurry a lot. Man in white says I can go home soon. Says I have to get glasses to. I want my teddy bear. Everything is going black am I ganna die now like the pretty lady?

(Hadrian - Age 13)

The boy smiled as he made the twin sized bed up tucking the small teddy bear in as he did. Grabbing his book bag he packed up a few notebooks, his drawing pad and pencils. Glancing into the mirror he smiled at his reflections a long scar marred the pale face staring back at him. From the left temple it carved down beside his eye and over his cheek bone before coming to a stop on his lower jaw. It was a gruesome scar from his childhood. He still couldn't remember where he got it from. Doctors claimed he might never recover his lost memories. Shaking his head he waved at the bear saying cheerfully, "Watch the room while I'm gone Daniel!"

(Hadrian - Age 15)

Sighing heavily he looked at the shredded papers along his room. His father had found his drawings again. All that work lost and the man never paid for any of it. All his hard earned money had gone into those art supplies he really had to get a new hiding spot. Grumbling he shoved his backpack into the closet before leaning over to pick up the ripped up papers. Smiling he picked up one piece of paper, the only one that wasn't damaged. It was a drawing of a small boy that he always seemed to draw. He didn't know who the kid was. Maybe an old friend from when he was at the orphanage but he couldn't remember. Shaking his head he threw the papers away laying the undamaged one on his desk before turning and leaving the room. He had to get to work.

(Hadrian - Age 16)

Smiling up at the woman he set her bags into the back of her truck carefully. Before bowing to the lady respectfully, "There you go miss. Anything else I can help you with?"

The lady smiled buttoning up her jacket before rummaging in her purse, "Oh no but aren't you just a sweet heart. Here you are dear. Thank you for the help" he voice soft as she placed a crisp note into his hand.

Smiling Harry bowed once again thanking her as she got into the red truck and drove off. Looking down his eyes widened at the 100 pound note that rested so easily in his palm. He fisted it happily and pumped the air happily. He had enough to get the bike he had been saving up for! Today was a great day! Tucking it away safely he skipped back into the store he worked at his mood much better than it had been.

Daniel Potter Now Duo Maxwell

(Daniel - Age 5)

Glaring darkly at the savage woman he followed behind he clutching the bear tightly to his chest. This woman was insane in his opinion. What the hell did she think he was a dog? He liked dogs but he wasn't one! She kept fixing his hair to.

(Daniel - Age 7)

What…where am I? Is this the streets? Why is everyone being so mean to me? What did I do? At least I still have my teddy bear. Can't forget about Hadri. Wait who is this older boy? Why is he trying to help me up?

(Daniel - Age 11)

Running with the gang was better than he could have ever dreamed but now the only other person he had ever come to love as a brother was dying. Why did it have to be Solo? Why him…why him. He wasn't ready to lead the gang by himself! No not Solo!

(Daniel - Age 12)

It had been a year now since the fever claimed Solo. It has been so hard and yet he could still never forget anything. Hisfavourite possession in the entire world was still safely tucked in his rucksack. Life was hard but it had to be lived. Because he had made a vow. He was going to live and teach the gang to live and then he was going back to earth. He had to find his brother. The only family he had left. Hadrian…wait for me.

(Daniel - Age 13)

These people where so kind to him and the other in the gang. They gave them food and water and taught them to read and write and about God. Duo didn't know who god was and he certainly didn't believe in the guy. There was only one thing he could believe in and that was death. He knew it existed because he had seen it. Sister Helen was his favourite though. She loved his long hair even taught him how to wash and braid it properly. Never thought he would have a use for it!

(Daniel - Age 15)

No…not again. They were all dead. The fire it killed everyone. Sister Helen and Father Maxwell…and the rest of the gang. Why? Why did it always come to this? Why did everyone die around him? Why…why…why! No more. He wouldn't let anyone die anymore. The old Duo is dead with this fire. I am Duo Maxwell, Shinigami!

To Be Continued...