The House That Built Me
By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: Not everything is as it seems

AN: This chapter jumps back and forth between POVs quite a bit, but that's how it wanted to be written… Anyway, I don't think I have much else to say… but, On with the show!

Chapter 2: The Fits Gonna Hit the Shan

"Harry James Potter!"

The six year old in question froze as his aunt's irritated voice filled the house. Emerald eyes widened in slight fear as he slowly turned his head so he was now looking over his shoulder into the living room, where he had just come from.

Petunia Dursley exited aforementioned room, her lips pursed dangerously and her hands firmly planted on her hips, "What have I told you?"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Petunia," the boy said automatically, even though he knew the woman was not actually his aunt, he had called her such his entire life.

"Oh, you will be, young man," blue eyes narrowed. "You know better than to run in my house."

"I didn't mean to," he bit his lip. "I'm really sorry, Aunt Petunia, I am."

"That vase was a gift from Marge," she scolded, "and your carelessness broke it. Now, go to the cupboard."

Giant tears filled his eyes and his lip quivered as he stared at his pseudo aunt in shock, "But Aunt Petunia…"

"No buts," her frown deepened. "The only butt you need to be worried about is yours if you don't get into that cupboard this instant."

Hands clasped firmly over the little backside as Harry scurried over to the cupboard under the stairs. Once he was inside, he sat down in the small chair located in the corner and stared morosely at the now closed door.

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Lady Une stared across her desk at her executioners, even if they didn't yet realize that they held that prestigious title. Why did it have to be these two? Why couldn't it have been Winner? She knew her life would be spared if that were the case. Or even Barton? He seemed to like her well enough.

"So, boys," she cleared her throat and fiddled nervously with the folder in front of her. "I suppose you're both wondering why I called you in here. Well, first I have something to tell you both, and I'm sure that you'll have many questions, which I will answer afterward."

Two intense gazes continued to stare at her, neither owner moving to help her along.

"Well," she chuckled slightly, "congratulations, boys, you have a son."

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Zechs Merquise parked his car outside the house of Number Four, Privet Drive. It was days like this that he really hated the fact that he had decided to join the Children's Division of the Preventers, a branch that had been set up shortly after the passing of the Family Reconstruction Act in A.C. 197. While he had been, and still was, good at putting out fires, he was tired of fighting, so he had been one of the first to join the new division.

He had thought, at first, that it would be amazing to reunite war orphans with their families, but that wasn't always the case. Sometimes, the family didn't want the child and would callously turn them away, leaving the child more broken than they were before. Other children had already been adopted out and didn't want to leave their new families for someone they didn't know. But there were the ones where the family and child were both happy and excited to be reunited. It was all just a gamble. And today would be no different.

However, it would be different. Lady Une had given him strict orders to bring the child in question to headquarters, no matter what. This order confused him a little, but it wasn't his job to question things, he just followed orders. With that thought in mind, he exited the car and made his way up the walk to the front door.

He rang the bell, and it was answered a moment later by a rather skinny woman with a long, horse-like face.

"May I help you?" she asked politely, a warm smile adorning her face.

"Are you Mrs. Vernon Dursley?" he asked, checking the folder in his hands.

"Yes," she scowled slightly. "And you are?"

"I am Agent Wind, of the Preventers," he graced her with a polite smile, his manners training from when he was little kicking in. "May I come inside?"

"Oh, of course," she began flattening her hair in what appeared to be a nervous habit, as her eyes darted around the neighboring houses. "Please, come in. Can I get you some tea?"

"That would be appreciated," he nodded, following her down the hallway.

The pair entered an immaculately clean kitchen, where a rather hefty little boy was sitting at the table, eating a bowl of chocolate ice cream. Zechs frowned slightly at this. There were supposed to be two children living in this house. Where was the second?

"Mrs. Dursley," he began, once the lady of the house had served him tea and taken a seat across from him and beside the boy, "I am here in regards to the case of one Harry James Potter."

"What about him?" the woman frowned.

"I'm sure you have heard of the Family Reconstruction Act?" he asked rather rhetorically, but waited for her to nod anyway. "In accordance with that act, I am required, by law, to take young Mr. Potter into custody so he can be reunited with his parents."

"Harry's in trouble," the boy said between bites.

"Where is Harry?" pale blue eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"He's in the cupboard," Dudley Dursley pointed back to the hallway.

"Dudley!" Petunia scolded quietly, before turning back to the agent, her mouth open to explain.

With a cold glare that snapped the woman's mouth shut and kept her in her seat, the tall blond Preventer went out of the kitchen and into the hallway. He opened the small cupboard under the stairs and looked down into wide tear-filled green eyes.

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Dual blank stares continued to study Une before they shifted to take in their fellow.

"Lady Une," the darker of the two said calmly, "you do realize that what you just said makes absolutely no sense. Even if it were possible for two males to biologically conceive a child, I think we would've remembered copulating."

"Actually," Une shook her head, still fidgeting nervously, "what with the medical and scientific advancements of this day and age, it is possible for two males to have a child, and to bypass copulation altogether."

"Explain," the other young man demanded, crossing his arms firmly over his chest.

"Well," she took a deep breath, "this might take awhile. During the war…"

Flashback

Lady Une walked along the halls of the Lunar Base, her purposeful stride and determined expression sending her underlings scurrying for cover. When she reached her desired destination, she punched in the correct code and the door slid open. Inside, sat five elderly men.

"To what do we owe the pleasure of your company, Colonel?" the one with shoulder length, thinning hair, and a mechanical hand asked.

"I want you to create a soldier for me," she demanded.

"We can train any of your soldiers for years," said the one with an over large nose and a large amount of grey hair framing his head, "and they will still be inferior to the Gundam pilots."

"You misunderstand me," an evil smirk crossed her face. "I know that none of my soldiers, except perhaps Barton, would ever be capable of keeping up with those boys. You see, I want you five to use the genetics of two of those boys and create me the perfect soldier. I want you to start with the two I currently have in custody and begin immediately."

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"So you ordered them to make our child?" the first blinked at her in astonishment. "And how is it that we didn't know about this… this… treachery before now?"

"The project was supposed to have been terminated on Tsubarov's orders," she opened the folder. "Obviously, there was a falsified record, and the project continued. Your son is now six years old and currently resides in Surrey, England."

"You had no idea that the boy still lived?" the second asked, his voice level.

"No," she shook her head. "Had I any idea that the project had been completed I would've informed you both at once."

This was it. Now all she had to do was wait for their judgment to fall upon her. At least she would die by their hands, fitting if she thought about it. She would get to join Treize, and that wasn't a horrible prospect.

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Zechs saw red. He knelt down in front of the skinny little boy in the cupboard and calmly gathered him into his arms. As he rose, the child clutched tightly to his chest, he turned his icy stare back on Petunia Dursley.

"Harry is coming with me," his voice was as cold as his gaze. "I will be filing for an inquiry to be issued for your suitability to care for any children."

"But sir," she finally found her voice, "you don't understand. It's not what it looks like. He…"

"I don't want to hear your excuses," he growled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get Harry to Preventer Headquarters. I will be seeing you again."

With that final warning, he went back into the kitchen, gathered his papers, and made his way out of the house. As he made his way down the walk to his car, the boy in his arms began to squirm desperately.

"No!" he wailed. "I don't wanna go! I not s'pose to go wif strangers!"

"It's alright, little one," it was all the former OZ lieutenant could do to keep hold of the chibi. "You're safe now."

"Aunt Petunia!" the boy continued to scream, as he reached for the house.

"Harry," the woman came to the front door, tears streaming quietly down her face, "go with him. You'll be okay. We'll be right behind you, I promise. I'm getting Uncle Vernon now."

The little raven head bobbed, but he continued to sob quietly. No more fuss was made as Zechs placed Harry into the back seat of his car and strapped him into the booster that was mandatory for these trips. He then made his way over to the driver's side, slipped inside, and drove away from Privet Drive.

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"Where is he?" the brunet asked calmly.

"Where is who?" Une looked up, surprised.

"Our son," his intense stare cold and condemning.

"Oh, of course," the Head of Preventers nodded, still in slight shock, as she opened the folder in front of her. "Agent Wind is retrieving him as we speak."

"Do you have an ETA?" the other scowled, before looking at his counterpart. "We'll have to figure out a living arrangement."

"That's it?" Lady Une cried out, and quickly regretted it. What if they were just luring her into a false sense of security before they found the opportune moment to off her?

"You were expecting something, Lady Une?" a dark brow rose over an equally dark eye.

"Well, actually, from you two, yes," she shook her head, as if to clear it. "I thought I'd be dead within five minutes."

"It was war," the other shrugged nonchalantly. "As for living arrangements, I currently own a club here in London. I live in an apartment in the back."

"I'm the curator for the museum in Beijing," the frown was back. "Though I could put in a transfer to London, it would be easier on the boy that way."

"Yuy! Chang!" Une barked, tired of being talked around. "We haven't even decided what to do with the child! You can't just cut me out of this if I'm still living!"

"Why should we include you?" Wufei Chang asked curiously. "You had no issues with excluding us from the child's life since his conception."

A minute flinch passed over the Head of Preventer's face. She supposed she did deserve that. Though she did wish that they would let her help them out with this, after all, she had quite a bit to atone for, especially in this situation.

"Leave," Heero Yuy turned his most intense glare on Une that she immediately stood up.

As she exited the office, she almost turned around. This was her office after all. But thought better of it. She really, really didn't want to press her luck. She should just consider herself lucky that she was still breathing.

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Vernon Dursley sat in his office at Grunnings, taking a video conference call with Winner Enterprises over the new deal he was trying to make with the large colony based company. He was just about to close the deal with the young CEO when his secretary poked her head in the door.

"Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Winner," he held up his hand to halt the young blond's speech. "Amelia, I told you I was not to be interrupted."

"I know, sir," she gave a nervous smile. "But your wife is on line one, she says it's an emergency."

"I'll call her back when I'm finished," Vernon forced out through clenched teeth.

"She said the Preventers took your nephew," Amelia blurted out. "She sounded very upset."

"I'm going to have to call you back, Mr. Winner," he cut the call, and punched the number one on his phone, glaring at his secretary. "You had better not be making this up. Petunia?"

~Vernon!~ his wife was so hysterical, he could barely understand what she was saying. ~… man came to the house… a Preventer… took Harry… broke Marge's vase… in the cupboard… He just took him!~

"Petunia!" Vernon barked, hoping to shock her out of this state. "Pet!" but it wasn't working. "I'm on my way."

He hung up the phone and pushed to his feet. He grabbed his coat and the keys to his car. Before he left he turned to his still hovering secretary.

"Reschedule with WEI," he commanded gruffly. "Tell him I had a family emergency and it couldn't wait. No matter what you have to say, get him to reschedule that meeting, understood?"

"Yes, sir," Amelia nodded.

And with that he left the office and headed to his car.

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As soon as the door closed, Prussian blue met and held onyx. Silence permeated the room as they continued their staring match, each weighing the other. It was Wufei who finally broke both the match and the silence.

"So," he pushed to his feet and began to pace, "you own a club?"

"Hn," Heero nodded. "You work at a museum?"

The former Shenlong pilot nodded, "And you say you live in an apartment behind your business?"

Again the brunet's head bobbed slightly in acknowledgment.

"That is not an environment suitable for raising a child," the Chinese man frowned, his pacing becoming more insistent. "I'll have to put in a transfer, but that shouldn't be a problem. If I don't get accepted right away, I can make do with my savings," he now seemed to be talking more to himself than his companion. "I'll need a house here in London. Again, not a problem. It will have to be centrally located between the club and the museum, just in case."

"Chang," the former Wing pilot said, trying to interrupt the tirade. "Chang. Wufei."

The black glare that was turned on him almost had the 'Perfect Soldier' flinching, almost. He could understand now why his family was known as the Dragon clan, if this was an example of how their fury manifested.

"What?" the dragon snapped.

"Calm down," Heero said quietly. "We have to decide what we are doing, together. Or if we even want to do this."

"Excuse me?" the scowl darkened exponentially. "'If we want to?' There is no want here. This child is ours, whether by our knowledge or not. It would be dishonorable to not take responsibility. Do you understand me, Yuy?"

By the end of his speech, Wufei was right in Heero's face, noses almost touching. The brunet leaned back as far as his chair would allow, without seeming to retreat. He honestly hadn't seen the Chinese man this riled up since their fight during the Mariemaya Uprising.

"Fine," the former Wing pilot pushed the other out of his personal space. "We'll take the boy. And I think a house would be acceptable, at least three bedrooms. We'll figure out our work schedules at a later point, once you have a job here. I work evenings and nights."

Wufei had just managed to nod his acceptance of the terms when a knock sounded on the door and Lady Une stuck her head in.

"Boys, Agent Wind has just arrived. It's time."

Ammie: Hey, I'm not sure if this style (the back and forth between POVs) will continue throughout the story, but for this chapter it fit perfectly. Anyway, let me know what ya think.