Standard Disclaimer: I'm not owner of Harry Potter or Gundam Wing. They are property of their respective owners. I'm just borrowing some of this and that...

Authors Note: Yaoi, Merged timeline, et al.

Harry looked at him blankly for a moment, did they suspect him of beating Agent Chang? It was almost laughable really, the man moved like a jungle cat and was built along the same pattern.

"Umm, I was walking home from the tube station a few blocks from Grimauld Place and I heard a scuffling noise from the alley about half way to my home. Something just didn't seem right, y'know?" asked Harry. " I looked and Agent Chang was unconscious and bleeding. I took him home and cleaned him up."

"What about a hospital, a clinic even?" asked Chang and harry couldn't help but noticing the curiosity that shined in his dark eyes.

Harry shrugged and said. "I didn't think the hospital was warranted and the colors he was wearing? Any clinic I took him to would have kicked us out before we were in the door."

He noticed Yuy and Chang didn't so much question this logic, then again they were Preventors Agents. He could tell there were unasked questions but they didn't ask and he didn't volunteer.

"Where are you employed?" This question was winged at him by Yuy again.

Harry smiled faintly.

"I'm usually employed in the Law Offices of Shaklebolt but I was put on leave yesterday," said Harry using the accepted answer the Ministry approved of for just these cases. The "like I said earlier" was omitted.

"A Law Office?" asked Wufei incredulously and both agents looked skeptical . "Why do you live in that area then? Surely you can afford to live in a better neighborhood."

It was like a light switched off and Harry could feel the color drain out of his face. He noticed Yuy and Chang exchange and inscrutable look with each other.

"I," Harry had to pause to clear his throat, "My Godfather was murdered a few years back and left me his house. I stay there in memory of him."

That and Grimauld Place had some of the strongest wards in Britain, not including Hogwarts or Gringotts. He was just paranoid enough to remain living there.

"Who was your Godfather, Mr. Potter?" ask Chang cautiously obviously sensing a touchy topic.

"Sirius Black," whispered Harry. It still hurt. He volunteered, "He was a prison escapee, accused of the murder of 13 people."

Yuy looked at the young man in front of him and felt a stirring of pity rise in his belly. It had been right before the war but every on earth and in the colonies had heard of the notorious Sirius Blacks' escape. Even though he had been in training Dr. J had made an example of Blacks' escape and told him if he wanted to survive he needed to be able to slip in and out of OZ facilities as easily as Black had escaped. It was a lesson he had never forgotten. It had been less than a year ago when two kids had been killed by the real murderer.

"I'm sorry," Heero volunteered.

Potter nodded in acknowledgement and Wufei cleared his throat.

"How long have you lived at your current address?" ask Wufei.

"Two years give or take a few months."

"Do you have dealings or work for the Conejos?"

Potter snorted at this question. "Do I look stupid? No don't answer that, I don't."

Heero was getting a tired of the pretenses of questioning Potter in regards to the case. He pushed up from his position by the wall startling Potter and garnering a sigh of frustration from Wufei.

"Why are you not on record?"

Harry gulped at that question and tried to evade.

"What do you mean?" he asked, mind scrambling. He knew exactly what Agent Yuy meant.

"Why do you have no financial records, no record of a physical address though you most certainly have one," bit Agent Yuy. "Why do you work in a law office even though you have no records of schooling after the age of 11?"

Harry could literally feel the frustration coming off the messy haired teen. Panic was bubbling in his throat but he swallowed it down and his face remain calm under the scrutiny of Chang and Yuy.

Shit! His training had never taught him how to answer questions like that!

Wufei watched as a glimmer of panic pass over Potters face before it was hidden behind his implacable polite mask. He swore the only person with more masks than Potter was Duo Maxwell, and Duo made it a profession or so he said. Maybe his suspicions were justified…

"I… well that is to say, my guardians weren't fond of me," started Potter and Wufei stifled a sigh. Was everything attached to Harry Potter a tragedy? It certainly seemed that way.

"When I was 11 I went to a boarding school in Northern Scotland. There really isn't a record of it, if your parents went to Hogwarts then you most likely would be going, that's how it happened to me," said Potter on a sigh. "A lot of my file is confidential…."

Behind the glass Commander Une observed Harry Potter with interest. He looked very much like Agent Yuy but seemed to have the personality of Agent Winner with a dash of Agent Maxwell mixed in. She was impressed with how he dodged most of the suspicion of his incomplete file, of course with Agents Chang and Yuy they would be suspicious if the boy had so much as a parking ticket.

Her research into his wizarding file had been enlightening. Harry Potter was the magical equivalent to the Gundam Pilots. He and his two friends, Granger, Hermione (deceased) and Weasely, Ron (deceased) had single handedly brought down the Dark Lord Voldemort with minimal civilian death. She knew his war could have been ten times worse and she also knew that if Harry Potter had not killed Voldemort, Europe would have been decimated and the destruction would continue to spread. Weasley and Granger along with another were killed about the same time as the Mariemaia uprising.

Most of the damage of the Wizarding war had been blamed on OZ and for the Ministry of Magic OZ had been the lucky scapegoat. Only a few top level official such as herself and Vice Minister Darlian Peacecraft and her aid Dorothy Catalonia knew of this second war and the Boy who risked every thing to turn back the evil.

It was time to rescue the poor boy from the clutches of 'Paranoia' and 'Suspicion.'

I hope they didn't scare him to badly, she thought idly. Her job offers never went over to well if they did.