Whisper
Summary: Harry is an intelligent boy, he doesn't take the Wizarding World at face value. Learning more about this strange world before September 1st has left Harry giving an Oscar winning performance to keep the Headmaster happy. Too bad the Headmaster is blinded by his power, otherwise he would've known more about the last Potter heir...like the fact he has two older brothers. Ah, not to mention Sirius Black has him engaged already. HP/GW x-over Slight Dumbes Bashing
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing.
Ages (this chapter):
Harry- 15
Gundam Boys- 17
Trowa-18
Year: AC 197 [June]
Chapter Three: This truth drives me...
"Well boys, I'm happy you made it to this meeting." Lady Une greeted two of her part-time agents, Trowa Barton and Duo Maxwell.
Duo rolled his eyes at the Commander, "You say that as if you gave us a choice. Now Hilde and I do have a business to run, so what do you want?" The braided brunet was not irritated, nor in a bouncy mood. He just didn't like the Commander that much, then again who could blame him? The woman had at one point held him captive and then helped the Alliance put a warrant on his head.
Trowa stood next to the door curious as to why he was called as well, however, unlike Duo he was waiting patiently for the answer. "Well boys, Relena's demand that all five of you have your DNA go into the system was approved by the president. Sally personally handled it and sealed all records related to it, all except these two." The brunette woman hand both males their files.
"You're half brothers, you both have the same father. Through that same father you also have a younger brother, half for you Duo." Lady Une fell silent watching as the two agents read the files. Neither had expected it.
"What kind of name is KEN?" Duo whined, inwardly the braided boy was torn. He had a birthname, had half-siblings and yet...how did he end up on L2?
Trowa felt his lip twitch at Duo statement, "Better than Conan."
"Hey, hey Conan is the name of that Detective Kid on that anime I like, so Conan is way better." Duo retorted. Lady Une smiled, softly. "Une, there's death certificates for my father and someone named Lily...what happened?"
Commander Une twitched, "I don't have all the answers to that. Your father does not have any files in the Alliance system other than his marriage certificate, death certificate, property deeds and his will. Your mother, Duo, is currently unknown. Lily Potter, nee Evans is your stepmother. After marrying your father she adopted you. Lily Evans exists normally up until she's 11. After that her files are gone, until your birth Trowa. Which was at a hospital in Wales. She disappears again after that with you being given to your grandparents on her side to be raised. A few files appear a year after your birth, she completed her education and apparently had a degree for business." Both ex-gundam pilots frowned, Their father doesn't exist practically, and Trowa's mother disappeared for years from files.
Commander Une shook her head, "That's not all. According the autopsy reports, there was no cause of death for either Potter. However, your father's coroner noted defensive wounds on his body. The house your family lived in was burned, the property belongs to your family. I haven't placed this in your files, because I wanted to show it to your brother as well." Both pilots leaned over the paper on the desk. The top read Last Will and Testament of James and Lily Potter.
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Harry stared absentmindedly at the ceiling in the Hospital Wing. Voldemort was after him because of a prophesy. A prophesy made by a crackpot woman at that. The Dark Lord had to be eternally stupid, to believe a baby was a threat. More likely, he wanted to eliminate a threat before it happened, Voldemort just didn't know the entire prophesy. Why tell him the entire prophesy when he couldn't keep the evil bastard out of his head? His headmaster was just begging for him to be mentally attacked.
"Nargles seem to be gathering in that spot." A dreamy voice stated quietly. Harry glanced over at Luna and offered her a weak grin. "No need to reassure me Harry, I know you feel like crap." Hermione made a disapproving noise from her bed across from them. Luna ignored Hermione and placed her odd glasses over Harry's. "Some of them seem to have gotten Hermione."
"You're right Luna. Is it alright if I'm left alone right now?" The blond looked at him and then nodded her head. Despite her normally dreamy facade Harry knew the blond normally meant well. If only other people he knew meant well. Gods that old man cost him his parents, his godfather and more than likely his brothers. For five years he looked for clues on where his brothers were and he had dead ends turn up.
He wanted to get rid of Voldemort, if for no other reason then to get away from the Headmaster's grand plan. At least Voldemort was up front about his desire to kill him. Harry closed his eyes and sighed, what possessed him to go chasing after Sirius? The Department of Mysteries had been in his dreams for most of the year and Voldemort happened to have Sirius there? It was like he ran off in the most impulsive manner possible. How had he planned to save Sirius from Voldemort anyway? Show up and duel him again? As if the Death Eaters would let him get that close, and he knew the Death Eaters wouldn't hesitate to kill him. The raven haired teen sighed deeply and turned his thoughts to his friends that followed him to the Ministry a few days ago.
Ron and Ginny only stopped by to check on him and whether Dumbledore told him the prophesy. Neville came by with homework, well-wishes and loads of Honeydunks candy. More than half of Hogwarts student population found themselves buying candy for the Boy-Who-Exposed-the-Dark-Lord's-Return. Hermione told him it wasn't his fault that she was injured. It was her own for thinking that silencing a Death Eater was a bright idea. "Doing nonverbal spells is NEWT material so of course Death Eaters would know how to do it. I should have stunned him. Harry James Potter! I will beat you with Hogwarts A History if you don't stop blaming yourself."
Luna...she was something else entirely. Harry frowned thinking about the blond, he would have to help her find her stuff. Those Ravenclaws were stupid if they thought Harry didn't recognize the signs of bullying. Not to mention that one time he had asked her about her things, "It always shows up at the end of the year." Maybe he should have Bridget show him how to do an advance locking charm?
"Harry...we'll be out of here soon you know." Hermione told him quietly. Harry didn't reply as he leaned over the side of the bed grabbing his backpack. "Working on an essay?" She asked again.
Harry pulled out a muggle notebook and started writing a letter to Bridget. He just hoped the woman had time to reply by that night. He didn't even know why the Hospital Wing Matron wouldn't let him leave. If Dumbledore thought that Harry was going to be submissive to him now that Sirius was dead...that old man was delusional. Bellatrix would be his to kill, unless Neville got her first. Voldemort was obviously his and Dumbledore would be taken down. That old Headmaster didn't sit right with his parents and now he wasn't sitting right with him.
Hermione climbed out of her bed and laid a hand on Harry's shoulder when she reached him. The notebook he was writing in snapped shut as piercing green eyes stared into dark brown ones. "I'm sorry about Sirius, Harry don't be angry or depressed. I'm here if you need to talk about anything."
"Thanks Hermione, I still blame myself. I ran off half-cocked, no plan, you five in tow like an absolute moron."
The bushy haired brunette threw her arms around the smaller teen, careful not to let him touch her wound. "It's not your fault. Kreature lied to you and so you didn't know any better. A plan would've taken hours to formulate and well...we were in a rush with Umbitch around."
Harry sighed as Hermione released him. There was plenty of blame to go around...just he couldn't help but feel like an absolute git that got his godfather killed. There wasn't even a proper emotional state for him, sad that his godfather was dead, regret that his actions led to it, anger at the Headmaster for hiding things and [anger] at himself for even giving the Headmaster a small amount of trust.
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Silver: The original chapter 3 was scraped for this one! :D The boys will probably get more screen time next chapter! Assume everything is the same from the books with a minor differences that shall be told or shown in flashback sequences.
