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Chapter 4

Five Years Later (Kim graduated last chapter, which would be in late spring or early summer)

Harry waited patiently in the ventilation system, right above the vent where his mom was sitting at a large table with several men. He could hear the conversation, even if he had no idea who was speaking, aside from his mom anyway.

It might seem odd that a six year old boy was sitting in a ventilation duct and was perfectly content, instead of playing with toys, video games, or other things boys are expected to do at that age, but for Harry, this was his idea of fun. Ever since he could walk his mom and mother had both begun to train with him. They weren't training him for any reason, it was simply sharing their knowledge with their son. And Harry loved it.

He learned the martial arts from them both, and was currently able to fight in five different styles of kung fu (though he wasn't a master), along with stealth, and various languages, although his Papi had taught him Spanish. But Mom, on top of home-schooling (she did have the credentials after all), had also taught him how to break into most security systems, pick locks, and basically break into anyplace in the world, much to Mother's disappointment.

That training was why he was here.

Mom owned a security consultation and installation company called Greenfire. And, partially to keep Harry from getting into trouble, partially to spend time with him, and mostly just to annoy Mother, Mom often enlisted his help testing security systems. The fact that he thought it was incredibly fun is why he never complained about it.

He patiently waited at the vent for Mom's signal.

"And I'm telling you your security system needs a complete overall," Mom's voice drifted up through the vent.

"Ms. Go, I assure you that our security system is capable of keeping even you out. In fact, if Mr. Todd not ordered me to co-operate, you would not even be here."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. This system is the most secure we could install."

"But it's not one of Greenfire's," Mom pointed out. "Which means that it is in fact, not at all secure."

The man Mom was talking to snorted. "I will believe that when I see it."

"Will you? Very well then. This room is locked and the security system active, correct?"

"The system is always active," The man said. "And the only way into this room, is with this card."

"Harry, you can come down now."

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Shego smirked as Harry landed nimbly, although not silently (that was something they'd need to work on), on the floor behind Mr. Zie. The expression on the Security Chief's face was priceless as he turned around and found himself looking down at her six-year old son, dressed in his black cargo-pants and green shirt.

"Hello," Harry said smiling.

"What is this?" Mr Zie spluttered, turning back to her. "Some kind of joke?"

"I assure you Mr. Zie, this is no joke," she assured the man. "This is my Son Harry, and I left him outside this building and told him to find me without tripping any security measures. So not only did he find me, when I never told him where this meeting was, but he broke through all of your security measures, without even doing any intelligence. And I assure you Mr. Zie, my son is nowhere near my skill level at breaking security systems." She paused momentarily an took a sip of the bottle of water she had with her. "So what happens when I tell Mr. Todd that your flawless security system was broken by a six year old boy?" Actually Harry was seven, but she didn't want to remind him what today was.

She smiled at the man's scowl as she mentioned his boss.

"Mom," Harry interrupted her musing, "can we go now, you promised to take me out for ice cream if I succeeded."

She smiled as her son walked over to her and she ruffled his hair. "I remember Sport. Can you wait a few more moments?"

"Yeah, I guess. But this was real easy, I didn't even have to use anything other than my lock-picks."

Shego raised an eyebrow at smirked over at the now open-mouthed Zie.

Zie sagged his shoulders in defeat. "I tell Mr. Todd about your consultation. I'm sure he'll contact you later about updating the system."

Shego smiled and held out her hand and Mr. Zie shook it. "It was a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Zie. I hope to see you again soon."

With that she led her son out of the building and down to her car. She wouldn't tell him, but she had planned on taking Harry out for a scoop of ice-cream anyway. They couldn't get home before three and it was only one-thirty.

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As Ann Possible put the last touches on the cake she had baked, she looked around her daughter and Shego's house. Today was Harry's seventh birthday, and despite not being biologically related, as far as she was concerned, the little boy was her grandson. She was disappointed that there weren't any kids Harry's age present for the surprise party.

Her husband was in a corner, talking to Senior Senor Sr., who had named Harry his heir after Junior overdosed on heroin last year (It had devastated the older man who had no idea what his son had been into. He had believed it to be his fault for not setting limits for Junior throughout his life). Wade was talking with Al Fredricks, Shego and Kim's lawyer and link to the magical world, about attempting to get electronics to work in a magically rich environment. Wades girlfriend, Monique, and Kim were discussing the latest in fashion. Betty Director was talking with Edward Lipsky, Motor Ed, who had gone to work designing vehicles for Global Justice in exchange for a pardon. Hego and Mego were arguing, as usual. And her sons, Jim and Tim, were playing a homemade video game (they claimed to have gotten bored with the games that the stores sold) with the Wegos.

Ann remembered talking to Kim and Shego about Harry's apparent lack of friends. They had pointed out that many of his interest, such as fighting and breaking and entering) were above the talents and minds of his peers. Even in his interest that were normal for a kid his age, such as cars and extreme sports, he was beyond his peers. Add in his green tinted skin, which all the kids teased him about when they tried to send him to public school (he only stayed there for three weeks), and it was very difficult for him to make friends.

She was drawn out of her musings by the ringing phone. She picked it up, "Hello Possible-Go residence."

"It's me," Shego's voice sounded on the other end. "We're about ten minutes away from home."

"Okay. I'll make sure everyone's ready." She hung up the phone and turned to the assembled group. "Everyone!, she called getting everyone's attention. "Shego just called, she and Harry will be here in a few minutes. So if everyone will get into position."

The group piled into the living room to await the birthday boy.

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Harry smiled as he sat in the passenger seat of his Mom's black and green Roles Royce Phantom Coupe, her work car. "That was fun Mom, when can I do it again?" he asked, in reference to his breaking into a building.

His mom chuckled at his enthusiasm. "I don't know Sport. That all depends on when I can convince your mother to let you come to work with me again."

They pulled into the garage of their two-story house. He climbed out and grabbed his mom's briefcase to carry in for her. "I've got your briefcase Mom."

His mom smiled at him. "Thanks for the help Sport." She followed him to the door.

When he opened it and walked into the house he heard, "Surprise!"

Harry smiled as he saw his family gathered in front of him. He felt his mom take her briefcase from his grip and smiled up at her. "Go enjoy your party sport, I'll join you as soon as I change out of this suit." She walked up the stairs.

Harry turned toward the guest all wishing him happy birthday. After Mom came down, Everyone had cake and ice cream, after singing happy birthday to him. Then it was time to open presents. Grandpa and Grandma (James and Ann Possible) gave him a set of cookbooks (Cooking was something he did with Grandma when he spent time with her. And he did a lot of it since neither Mom or Mother was a very good cook). Papi (Senor Senior Sr.) gave him a book on business ethics and one on investment. Aunt Betty bought him a practice dummy that would withstand his, and his mom's, plasma power (which he discovered only last year). Uncle Wade gave him a custom built laptop, and a manual listing all the programs he added to it. Aunt Monique gave him a hundred dollar gift card to Club Banana. Uncle Ed gave him a toolbox, stocked with all the tools he would need to work on a car engine, seriously. Uncles Jim and Tim gave him a bunch of video games, custom made of course. Uncles Will and Walt (the Wegos) bought him a green leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses. Mr. Fredricks gave him a book on occlumency, the art of defending ones mind (he had to promise to share with Mom and Mother after Mr. Fredricks explained that).

Uncle Henry (Hego) and Uncle Mike (Mego) didn't really get him anything he liked. Henry handed him a twenty dollar gift card to Bueno Nacho (he hated the place) and Mike gave him a poster of, well, Uncle Mike.

His Mom (Shego) and Mother (Kim) gave him their gifts last. From Mom, he got a set of gloves with claws on the end of the fingers, much like the ones she wore with her catsuit. Mother gave him a new stereo system for his room.

After the party was over and everyone left, his mom and mother took him aside to talk to him.

"Harry," Mother began. "You know that me and your mom aren't married. That's going to change."

Harry smirked. "It's about time. I thought you two would never get to it."

He watched Mom snort behind Mother.

Mother smiled. "Yes well. The fact that we are going to get married brings up two questions for you."

"What are they?" Harry asked.

"The first is simple. Your Mom is going to change her last name to Possible."

"And we were wondering if you wanted to change your name, add Possible to your already long last name, or leave it as it is?" Mom finished.

Harry smiled and hugged his mother. "I'd love to be a Possible Mother. But can it just be Possible?"

Mom knelt down and looked at him. "Your sure you don't want to keep Potter? It was your parents real name after all."

Harry smiled. "James and Lily will always be my parents, they loved me enough to die for me. I don't need their last name to remember that."

Mom and Mother smiled.

"You remember how I told you I blood adopted you?" Mom asked.

Harry nodded his head.

"Mr Fredricks said that it could be done with one more person safely," Mother continued. "Would it be alright if I went thru the ritual with you?"

Harry Launched himself at his Mother and Hugged her tightly. "Yes!"

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Yes, this means that harry will be referred to in future chapters as Harry Possible. And also try and remember that Harry is intelligent and mature for a seven year old, not because of abuse (Dursley's) but because of a very nurturing environment (He is frequently around some very intelligent and skilled men and women).

For clarification these are whom Harry refers to who by:

Shego- Mom

Kim- Mother

Anne Possible- Grandma

James Possible- Grandpa

Senor Senior Sr.- Papi (it's what I call my dad sometimes)

Wade, Motor Ed, Jim and Tim Possible, the Wegos, Hego, Mego- Uncle

Monique, Dr. Betty Director- Aunt

Albert Fredricks- Mr. Fredricks (Harry knows him, but he's never been given the title of uncle for whatever reason)

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