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As the first rays of sun light touched upon the houses on Privet Drive, Surrey.

Its gleaming rays making the numbers on the west side of the

Street glisten before slipping in through the front windows.

Gleaming rays of sun light explored the sitting rooms, finding all of them the same.

The rooms could have come out of a furniture catalog pictures, trying to outdo each other while staying exactly the same.

Photos of proud parents and their children hung above the mantels.

Number four was of no exception to this.

At least that is what the inhabitants tried to portray. The picture on their mantel was of two parents and their son.

However there was a member of the household that was not shown in the photos.

This other member of the household could be seen doing the cooking, the cleaning and the gardening.

Or could be seen running from the other neighborhood children.

The fact of the matter is, the residence of Number Four Privet Drive did not approve of this persons existence.

Petunia Dursley had found a basket on her doorstep the beginning of November ten years ago.

In the basket had been her deceased younger sister's child.

A sister that Petunia had nothing to do with since her sister had turned eleven.

If it had been up to Petunia she would have never seen or heard from her sister's kind again.

Her husband had agreed whole heartedly with his wife's decision.

But they had been stuck with the child and with only a letter to inform Petunia of her sister's death.

Who leaves that kind of information in a letter?!

She may not have cared for her sister, but it was only common courtesy to inform the family in person.

She had to tell her ailing parents herself, a feat proved to drive another wedge between her and her parents.

She could not forgive her sister's kind for doing that.

But back to the present, nearly ten years after Petunia Dursley's sister's death.

The sun beamed into the front room of Number Four, just like it did with the other houses on either side of the street.

The inhabitants of the house began to stir. All accept one.

Little Harry had been up for a couple of hours already.

He had been sitting in the little cupboard he called his bedroom waiting to be let out.

Where he would proceed to make breakfast for the Dursley's.

And with today being his cousin's birthday, he would most likely be sent over to old misses Figg's place.

It had been like this for as long as he could remember.

No, that wasn't right. It had been like this whenever he was with the Dursley's.

There had been a time when he had not lived with the Dursley's.

It was before he knew that his name was Harry

There had been a time when he had been traveling with a band of mercenaries.

And though he would never admit it, during this time he had been grateful for the harsh treatment from before.

It had helped him with the mercs and so he could contribute what little he knew.

He had been four when he had been brought to them.

One of the mercenaries had found him where he shouldn't have been.

Harry was good at that, he could find ways into places that should be impossible to.

He also knew things he shouldn't and could tell what other people were feeling.

It came in handy and Harry used it quite a bit.

He had quickly made himself useful. That was how he had met No Name.

The older boy helping him where he could. They had to rely heavily upon each other.

No Name and Boy knew if they couldn't be useful and pull their own weight that they would be left behind, possibly disposed of.

And the Mercs had no patience for children. Still, the child had learned quite a lot from the Mercs.

Some of it terrible, others not so bad. He could tie fifty different types of knots.

Could find hand and foot holds to climb nearly smooth surfaces.

He was proficient in hand-to-hand combat, knives, and a slingshot.

One of the Mercs had even begun to teach him the basics of archery on a tiny little bow.

No Name had been like an older brother to Boy, he knew that in some way No Name would be important to him but just not how.

Even as the hole in his heart throbbed, Boy did not know what it meant.

All he knew is he missed something, someone. What or who he was missing he didn't know.

Though No Name's presence both eased and intensified the throbbing pain and the not knowing.

No Name was just as good with hand-to-hand combat and knives, but had a true aptitude for animals that Boy could only be envious of.

Though No Name claimed to be jealous of Boy's ability to know things.

Each one had helped each other with their special abilities.

But then one day Boy had woken up back at his relative's house when he was eight years old.

He was informed his name was Harry and had been sent to school.

In fact, the Dursley's acted like he had never left. All except Dudley, Harry's cousin.

After his return Dudley had become more vicious toward him than when they were younger.

Harry took taking refuge in the library, knowing his relations would never set foot willingly in there.

And thus began the other side of Harry's education.

While with the Mercs Harry learnt street smarts, which would continue to help.

But in the library he learnt books smarts and other things.

No matter how hard the Dursley's tried to beat the knowledge out of him, he continued to want learn more.

He was determined to find a place in this world and to free himself from his relatives.

The sharp feeling of dislike along with undertones of grief and jealousy proceeded the usual tap of Aunt Petunia's wake-up call.

Not that she ever actually woke him up. Still, Harry dressed and crawled out of the cupboard.

Grateful his aunt was in too much of a good mood to reach out to smack his vulnerable head.

He scampered into the kitchen and proceeded to make breakfast.

Soon being joined by Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Dudley would have probably taken a swing at Harry, but was too distracted by all his presents.

An hour later Harry found himself in the car with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Dudley, and Piers.

Miss. Figg had fall and broken her leg forcing the Dursley's to take Harry with them.

His uncle was going on about motorcycles and cyclists.

For a second Harry thought of his dream, he would have said something, but decided it wasn't worth it.

His uncle would have blown up at him and possibly crashed into the car in front.

Harry didn't wish his uncle's anger the poor people in the car.

Arriving at the zoo the Dursley's bought his cousin and Piers an ice cream.

Then they bought Harry a cheap lemon pop. Harry didn't mind it, it being the first ice cream he'd eaten in memory.

Briefly he wondered if No Name ever had one. But then he was distracted by a gorilla that looked a lot like Dudley, that poor gorilla.

The trip was mainly a blur for Harry.

There was only two other bits that stuck out to him as he tried to keep track of all the emotions while staying away from a bored Dudley and Piers.

All that stuck out to him was receiving the Knickerbocker Glory and the trip to the reptile house.

Where he found a boa and had a conversation with it. Or rather he spoke and the snake responded.

He should have known he would have been caught. Still, releasing the boa had been worth the resultant month in the cupboard.

Hopefully the boa had found his freedom and not perished.

When he was finally released and life had returned to normal.

That was when the letters started to arrive.

He had been able to read the first one, but even if it was real he could not respond to it.

So more and more letters arrived until uncle Vernon forced them to flee to a little rock on the sea.

Not knowing his nephew knew exactly what he was trying to hide, because of his ability to know things.

It was on Harry's eleventh birthed day that there was a knock on the door.

They were joined by a giant of a man. And though he seemed friendly enough Harry knew he could not trust him with any information.

He was too loyal to someone Harry could not trust. It was his ability know to just know things that he would always listen too.

All the same, it had been a very enlightening visit.

He could have done without the man giving his cousin a tail though.

His relatives would not be happy once he returned.

Harry had to wonder at these wizards.

The entire trip the giant man, Hagrid, had pointed at completely nondescript items and wonder loudly at them.

If wizards did not know what a fire hydrant was how backwards was their community?

Then he received his letter and began to get an idea.

Which wasn't good for him as he had an entire new set of traditions and laws and such to learn.

It became more complicated when the group had surged around them to shake his hand.

That was how he found out he was famous for his parent's deaths, and that meant he would be in spotlight

Following Hagrid into the bank he nodded respectfully to the beings Hagrid called goblins.

He was surprised at the looks of shock on their faces before they were quickly wiped clear.

Didn't wizards respect those who handled their money? It was basic common sense.

When Hagrid told the goblins he needed to make his own withdrawals

Harry spoke up. "Its obvious goblins are busy. If we split up we can get the errands done more quickly."

He knew it also meant more goblins to help them, but he hoped they would agree.

He wanted to speak to the goblins without Hagrid around.

Hagrid having his key had been worrying.

If this man, who Harry had only met today, had the key to the vault his parents left him, who else had access.

Hagrid fell for it quickly and the goblins agreed.

He supposed they saw something in his face because the goblin teller sent Hagrid off first.

"Before I go, can I speak with someone about my accounts?" Harry asked the goblin.

"Or am I still too young? Is there an age?"

"You may speak to a goblin, but there is an age on what you can do with the vault(s) you own."

"If there is a goblin free today I would be grateful. I don't want to waste anyones time, and I am not sure when I can return here."

The goblin studied him for a moment before nodding.

"Griphook will take you down to your trust vault before bringing you to Diamondgrip."

It took a short time before Harry was sitting before another goblin.

"You wish to speak to me about your vaults?" the goblin asked.

"Yes. If I could I would like to know who has had access to my vault.

I only met Hagrid today and yet he had the key.

If someone has had access is there something I could do?"

"Dumbledore has tried to access the vaults using the keys. But he has been denied.

Others have tried, but your parents have left specific instructions pertaining to your inheritances."

"Am I old enough to go over the accounts? What exactly can I do with the vault's?"

"You can go over all of the vaults you own. But you cannot access any vault that isn't the trust vault until you turn seventeen or until you are emancipated.

Though you cannot access the other vaults you can assign either a goblin or a wizard to make decisions on stalks for you to bring in a revenue."

After some thought Harry straightened.

"I would like the information on all the vaults I own.

I would like to have a goblin make the stalk decisions, they can have five percent to their personal family or clan, and Gringots can take another fifteen percent of any profits."

"Do you have a goblin in mind?" Diamondgrip asked after regaining his composure.

"One who is willing. I trust you will find someone who will bring my family, the bank, and their families profits.

After all, it is your inherent ability to succeed in this." Harry replied, shocking the goblin even more.

"Most wizards don't trust us." Diamondgrip said.

"Then they are fools. You run the only bank of wizardkind, at least according to Hagrid, wizards trust you with their gold.

And yet they have no faith in you.

If you wanted you could cheat them entire fortunes. I have no doubt you have."

Diamondgrip grinned without denying a thing. And Harry left the bank with a book, some gold, and a package left in the vault with his name written upon it.

He met up with Hagrid and was asked to get his uniform while Hagrid went for a pick-me-up.

The robe shop was an interesting affair. He met a blond who radiated smug superiority.

Harry attempted to be polite, but was relieved when he was done.

Hagrid had gotten him an ice cream and they continued to shop.

At the trunk shop Harry got a trunk that could shrink.

It also had three compartments with shelves, one with cupboards and one that was a normal trunk compartment.

One of the shelved compartments was obviously for clothes.

The second was full of tiny drawers with a large open spot, later Harry realized for potions, ingredients, and his cauldron.

The third was obviously for books. The compartment with cupboards had preservation charms.

The far left had cooling charms, the middle section was room temperature and the far right according to the salesman could keep food warm for a week.

The last compartment was for any other item he packed. It had cost a little more, but it was totally worth it.

His school bag had sections for potions, books, and writing supplies.

He was grateful he wouldn't have to worry about ink getting on parchment without him putting it there.

There was also spells to keep it from being destroyed by malevolent students or from being stolen.

At the bookshop Harry distracted Hagrid before searching for books on traditions.

The manager was happy to show him, going on about how not a lot of muggle raised students bothered with this section.

"Even those who are obviously bookworms don't get them. You would think they would want to acclimate themselves with the world they are entering.

Not just entering and expecting the magical world to acclimate to them and their beliefs."

Harry kept those words in mind the rest of the summer. Even as he went through his books and kept out of the way of his relatives.

Not wanting to rely on them Harry caught the train to King's Cross early on the first.

It took him a while and he was glad he had exchanged some of his wizarding money to pounds.

When he arrived he overheard a woman going on about muggles.

A term Hagrid had used. Harry kept out of sight of them, his knowing telling him he did not want to associate with the woman, and the younger two.

The others though…

Harry gripped his shirt over his heart. A reaction he could not stop when he was distressed with the emotions he felt.

The loneliness he felt coming from the oldest boy hurt. Harry waited until the oldest boy had said goodbye.

He had noticed the badge and had had an idea.

"Excuse me. Could you help me with my trunk?" he asked politely when the boy was away from his family.

"Is there specific places for the students to sit?"

Although he didn't need the help and he knew there wasn't he needed an opening.

"Of course. And no there isn't. Would you like help finding an empty compartment?"

"If you could. I don't want to keep you from any duties."

"My job is to help students." The other insisted.

As they made their way along the train Harry made sure to ask questions about Hogwarts, the curriculum, and the professors.

Soon he had the other boy chatting happily.

When the train began to move the boy went back to the front to join the other prefects.

Harry sat alone for a bit until the door opened and the youngest redheaded boy entered.

"You don't mind. Everywhere else is full." He said sitting down.

Harry knew it was a lie, but could not politely tell the boy to get lost.

His hackles rose, and he got ready to spend the entire trip miserable.

Then the door opened and the redheaded twins poked their heads in.

"There you are Ronnikins. We're off to see Lee. He brought a tarantula."

"Is it really? Do you mind if I come see?" Harry asked, pretending not to notice the others shudder.

"Sure thing little firstie." The other said and Harry joined them down the train.

"He doesn't like spiders does he?" he asked presently.

"Nope." One twin answered, popping the P.

"Not since Georgie and I turned his bear into a spider when we were little."

"You did?" Harry laughed. "You're not afraid?" the other asked.

George Harry assumed, having slightly darker hair and a lighter shade of blue eyes.

"No. My room had lots of spiders." Harry replied.

"By the way I'm Gred, and this is Forge."

The one who had spoken to him the majority of the time had lighter hair and a darker shade of blue eyes.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

He said this as they entered the compartment where an older teen with dreadlocks waited.

The twins gaped and the other teen would have dropped the box if Harry hadn't caught it.

He could not however contain his laughter.

"You should see your faces."

He wiped his eyes, brushing his bangs aside and revealing the scar he now knew was the mark of his parent's deaths.

"Y-you really are Harry Potter!" George exclaimed.

"And you are Fred and George. I didn't catch your last name. And I assume you are Lee."

Harry replied, sending the last bit to the other teen he hadn't officially been introduced to.

"Yes." Lee replied, pulling out of his surprise.

"Do you mind if I stay with you guys? I could find an empty compartment if you don't want to be seen with a firstie."

"You don't want to sit with Ronnikins?"

"No offense, with him as your brother. The thing is I didn't like what I saw.

He barged in and lied to my face. I can't in good conscious associate with someone with very little or no respect for me or any other human being."

The twins were silent for a moment and Harry was afraid he had offended them.

"You want to associate with us?"

"Of course, you helped me get away. Besides, you seem like an entertaining lot.

Pranksters, There's so much potential with this friendship."

Harry tilted his head as they shared looks.

"Have you heard of the marauders?" he suddenly asked.

"Being pranksters I would assume, but I don't want to presume without asking."

"You know the marauders?" Fred asked.

"They are our idols."

"I know of the marauders. My father was one. I have the tools of the trade.

Of course I would love to share them with my friends.

Though even with us being acquaintances I could allow you to borrow them.

Under certain circumstances." The trip passed quickly.

Fred, George and Lee plotting with Harry's help pranks.

They were interrupted by a bushy haired girl and a round faced boy looking for a toad.

The girl got offended when Harry suggested they go to an older student to see if there was a spell to find the toad.

She stalked off with her nose in the air. After asking the twins and Lee Harry suggested the other boy join them.

His companion having left him when she went off in a huff.

"I'm Harry Potter, this is Fred and George and Lee." Harry introduced.

He still hadn't caught their last names.

"N-Neville Longbottom." The other introduced.

He blinked in surprise when Harry said his name, but did not say anything.

Harry was glad for it.

Another interruption came with the blond boy from the robe shop.

He was just as arrogant as before and insulted the entire compartment,

Harry included.

"You expect me to be your friend. After insulting my companions and myself?

"You should be honored I want you as a friend." The boy sniffed.

"I will be your friend when you learn what friendship is.

For a hint, friends do not treat each other as in equals.

Your attitude the entire time I've known you makes me think you don't want me as a friend, but a lapdog.

It is unacceptable and I will not degrade myself by associating with you further."

"I would be careful, Potter. The way you're going you'll end up like your parents."

"And that is exactly why I will not be your friend. You are nothing but a spoiled little brat.

Your father may be high society, but your actions only bring shame upon your family name.

It is a wonder you are let out of the manor with such an attitude."

The blond and his companions began preparing for a fight when Harry snorted.

"If this is how intelligent your family is… I would worry about its continuation.

You are prepared to fight with five when you only number three.

Three of those you have insulted and offended are older, and have attended school longer."

In the end the blond and his sidekicks left in a huff.

The rest of the ride was spent in peace. Finally they reached the school and followed Hagrid to the side of the lake.

They were instructed to get into a fleet of boats, four children to a boat.

Harry and Neville had been separated in the throng of children.

So Harry ended up in a boat with an Italian boy, a boy with light brown hair, and a blond girl.

"Blaise Zabini." The Italian said.

"Theodore Nott." The other boy replied.

"Daphne Greengrass."

"Harry Potter." Harry answered nodding respectfully to the two boys and kissing the hand of the girl.

"You're the one Malfoy's in a snit about." Nott said.

"He was not happy I told him I would not be his lapdog." Harry replied.

"You should be careful. The Malfoy's are a powerful family." Zabini said.

"They may be powerful. But that does not give the heir the right to insult multiple people.

Three of whom are older and probably know more than we do."

"Who did he insult?" Greengrass asked.

"Myself, the redheaded twins Fred and George, they never gave their last name.

Their friend Lee. And Neville Longbottom."

"The Weasley twins and Lee Jordan. A muggleborn and blood traitors."

Nott snorted.

"And yet they are two years our senior. Your families may have taught you magics before school, but how do you know what they know?

Besides, you only mentioned the three eldest." Harry's eyes flashed.

"I may be a halfblood, and I may have been forced to be raised by muggles who despise magic as much as some of your family's despise muggles.

I however am the heir of an ancient and noble house. And so is Neville Longbottom."

"For someone who claims to have grown up with muggles you know quite a bit." Zabini said.

"It would be foolish for me to enter a community I know nothing about,

I am well known after all. Even for something so tragic. Though I know less then I wish I did.

For a community angry at changes the Wizarding World do not provide much information to help acclimate new people.

Which is possibly why muggleborns insist on changing things without the knowledge."

"Tragic?" Greengrass asked.

"The Dark Lord was defeated."

"And my parents were murdered. I was not given the chance to know the world I was born into.

And now everyone expects me to know everything, and to act certain ways based upon the stories they were told.

Stories they don't even know the truth about as there was no one there except an infant and the dead."

By this time they reached the other side of the lake. Harry got out and joined Neville.

They were led to the castle that would be their homes for the next ten months.

The group were met by a strict looking woman who made a speech before leaving them in an antechamber.

They waited, chatted, and were surprised by ghosts.

Then the woman returned and led them into the Great Hall where they would be sorted by a hat.

Students went up and got sorted. The girl who got offended at Harry,

Granger, ended up in Gryffindor where the three red haired brothers sat.

The blond, Malfoy, ended up in Slytherin with Greengrass and Nott.

Longbottom ended up in Hufflepuff, and finally Harry's turn came.

He sat upon the stool and waited as the hat was lowered upon his head.

"Difficult. Very difficult." The hat began.

The conversation continued in this vain, but finally the hat called out;

"Ravenclaw!"

The blue and bronze table erupted in applause. And Harry joined them.

He was glad he would not be with Malfoy, or later on the redhead Weasley.

He ate the feast and listened to the speech.

He did not sing along with Dumbledore or the other students.

They followed the prefects to a door where they were given a riddle.

The prefect answered it and they scrambled to bed. Finally Harry could sink into his bed and sleep.

Harry soon made himself at home. He would study and ignore the house rivalry.

Seeing Longbottom struggling in potions he offered to help with it and defense if Longbottom would help with herbology.

Harry wasn't an expert in potions, but he was passable.

Better than Longbottom. He was also top of his class in defense despite the ineptitude and obvious impairment of the teacher.

An impairment Harry would have thought would not be accepted in a top school like they claim Hogwarts was.

It was a surprise when they were joined in the library by Nott, Greengrass and zabini.

Still Nott and Zabini were even better at potions then Harry and could help them both.

When Longbottom admitted his wand had belonged to his father Harry sought out professor Flitwick.

He remembered 's words and Longbottom's less than stellar wand performance concerned him.

The first half of the year passed by quickly in this way. The five became friendly and began using first names.

Neville's spell work improved with his new wand and the help of the others.

In fact, as they all helped each other they became top of their classes.

At least the classes without a biased professor. Harry gathered evidence against Severus Snape and in his free time researched educational laws.

Christmas came and Harry received his first gifts.

He also sent gifts to his friends, all of whom had returned home for the holidays.

The school year would have been completely uneventful in fact, if it hadn't been for Granger and Weasley.

They abducted him one evening when he was headed back from meeting the others in the library, near the end of the school year.

It was close to curfew when they had dragged him into the corridor Dumbledore had claimed was forbidden.

And at wand point he was forced to run the gauntlet.

After the event Harry would be glad it was a dementor's kiss to obliviate children.

Their minds weren't strong enough to allow it. In fact it is considered the fourth unforgivable.

It was because of this he could begin his case against Dumbledore.

Ooooooooooooooooo

Quatre Rabarba Winner had always been able to feel the emotions of those around him for as long as he could remember.

He could also think of strategies much more quickly than those around him.

At the age of five he was considered a tactical genius.

But that is getting off topic. Quatre Rabarba Winner felt the emotions of the people around him.

His older sister Iria tried to help. She taught him meditation and how to build shields.

But although that helped, he would always wonder. Why did Iria and his father look at him with grief and anger?

It was not at him. He could tell that much. But whenever they saw him grief and anger filled their hearts.

At first he thought it was because of his mother. And though he knew it was a part.

Something larger was being held from him. They kept quite a bit from him.

It frustrated him, but what could he do?

He had been in a particularly bad mood at all the secrets being kept from him.

That day when the scientist approached him to pilot a Gundam.

In his anger he had agreed. Though he would not enjoy killing he would do this.

Then Iria came to him.

"There's something you need to know little brother." She said quietly.

"That day you were born."

"Mother died."

Iria nodded but took a deep breath.

"You weren't the only one born that day. You had a younger twin brother, Hari.

When the nurse took him away to get clean. She returned without him.

She did not remember him at all. We have looked, but it seems he has died."

Quatre was silent as Iria finished telling him one of the things they had kept from him.

That he had a twin. Now he knew, he had always thought that emptiness was from his mother.

And even though some of it was, he knew it wasn't all because of her.

He also knew one more thing. Hari wasn't dead, he just knew.

He had one more reason to pilot the Gundam now.

He would not rest until he had his twin back. Until he could fill that emptiness.

Ooooooooooo

An auburn haired teen was working on the Gundam. His mind whirling with plans, he could not allow the plan to go on.

It had always been his intention to sabotage Trowa Barton.

Because he would not let a colony crush Him.

As Trowa Barton had shown the teen a picture of Mary Maya the teen thought back to when he was a part of the mercs.

Of the second little boy in the group, who was only known as Boy.

The little boy who had vanished at age eight and who none of the others remembered.

He remembered though. They had been close. Almost like brothers.

Boy had been envious of his knack for animals.

While He had been envious of the boy's ability to know things. They shared the fact they had no name.

That's why, when the scientist killed Trowa Barton the teen with no name agreed to pilot the Gundam and Become Trowa Barton.

He would protect boy. And hopefully one day he would find him again.

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