Sorry, but this is the worst thing that could happen to a writer. I have absolutely no idea where to go with this. So…I've ended it. Abruptly.

Chapter Seven

Duo was losing a staring contest. That was one of the oddest things to ever happen. He never lost staring contests. Especially against four year olds. And yet…he lost.

"Wow, kid," he grumbled good-naturedly. "You're good." He then allowed Harry to play with his braid, like a kitten would with a length of yarn. They had learned that they needed to keep Harry occupied, and they had learned it the hard way.

He had gotten out of the trailer once, when Zechs and Quatre were supposed to be watching him. They had both thought he was asleep, although that was soon proven incorrect. A panicked search had then commenced, only to be ended when Simba, the lion, came over, holding a pouting Harry by the back of the child's shirt. The lion had gently placed the boy at Zech's feet, given a sighing huff, and then retreated back to his cage. They hadn't bothered asking how the feline had gotten loose: things like that just seemed to happen around Harry.

Two days later, he had escaped again, only to come back frantically signing something about Padfoot and Moony. After much confusion, as the boy's toys were in the trailer, Harry once again ran off, Quatre following this time, leading them to a man and a large black dog who were practically unconscious in the snow. As it turned out, Padfoot and Moony were actual people…or dog…whatever.

And, of course, that encounter had led to discussions about magic.

The Gundam pilots had been utterly gobsmacked at the idea of magic, although they were willing to except it. And with the explanation of magic, came the explanation of Harry's 'cattishness'. Lily had been a tigress animagus, and when she had been captured by Death Eaters while pregnant, she had changed into said tigress to escape. Staying so long as a cat while pregnant had effected the child, and he had been born rather…catty.

The pilots took it all rather well, and had the two men join their family, despite Sirius Black being a wanted man. Harry took to them easily as well, and his 'humanization' went quite well after that. And they were all one big happy family.

Seven years later, on Harry's eleventh birthday, he received an owl inviting him to join Hogwarts.

He declined.

And they all lived happily ever after.

This story has now been adopted by EmruasCat. I am not going to write any more. But they are. So enjoy what they add to this.