Two boys on opposite sides of the war. Two very different families.

Both of their fates changed because of their aunts.

One was insane, twisted beyond any chance of redemption by the power of darkness.

One was delusional, holding onto the belief that if she ignored her sister's world that it would leave her alone...despite her yearning to be part of it.

Two women changed the fates of these two boys.

Two days after Voldemort tried and failed to kill Harry Potter, his maternal aunt took him to an air port and left him in the nearest shuttle to the colonies.

At the same time, Bellatrix Lestrange kidnapped her sleeping nephew and took him on a raid with her. He was never seen again.

The two infants are later found by a boy with amethyst eyes by the name of Kid. Kid was an orphan with no past, raised on the streets by his gang lead by a boy named Solo.

For the next four years, the two lived with Kid and the gang. They looked up to the older boy as a brother. Kid would read to them some nights about the stars, or a book he found lying in the streets called 'Alice in Wonderland'.

It was then that the two boys came up with their new names.

The young platinum blond boy with stormy gray eyes named himself the March Hare. His brother, with the emerald green eyes and black hair took the name Mad Hatter.

They were only five when the plague hit L2. Days later Duo (formerly known as Kid) and the two brothers were sent to the Maxwell Church orphanage.

A year later tragedy struck again, this time in the form of terrorists. Their older brother was sent to get a prototype mobile suit while they were held hostage.

They didn't doubt Duo's ability to steal things. He shared more than his share of meals with them. Three hours passed, and the two were starting to get worried.

Suddenly they heard something above them. It didn't sound good at all. All the children were being kept together while Father Maxwell and Sister Helen were being held separate. A pearl and green dome formed without warning over the children. The two brothers watched in horror as the Father and Sister were killed with the terrorists by a bomb.

Fifteen minutes later Duo arrived, piloting the suit. He was too late to save either of them.

Hatter and Hare walked out, carefully leading the other children through the wreckage. Some died from the smoke or from trying to move the burning debris.

Hatter grabbed Duo's hand, his own streaked with soot.

Hatter and Hare stayed with the dead bodies of Father Maxwell and Sister Helen while Duo let loose his rage upon the surviving terrorists. The children all watched in mute sorrow as Duo became a God of Death, taking revenge on the very people that had cause this tragedy to occur.

Hours later adults came and took the children away. Most were relocated to other colonies.

But after hearing the words of the children, no one went near Duo and his brothers.

So they stole upon a ship leaving for Earth. None of them had ever seen it that well, thanks to the film covering L2's biodome. They were found less than three hours later.

He called himself Doctor G.

He taught Duo and his two brothers (who were renamed in order to blend in better) Mark, formerly known as March Hare, and Micheal, formerly known as Mad Hatter, everything they would need to know how to survive.

It was his friend Howard who recognized Mark and Micheal's power for what it was.

Magic.

Howard taught Duo's brothers everything they would need later on. Much to his surprise, Duo also had magic, though not as much as his brothers.

Mark and Mike were natural Occulmens. And to his amusement, both had the ability to change their physical features with a little concentration.

Mark used it the most, often changing his hair color to appear more like his brothers. Mike used his to hide a scar that always caused headaches.

By the time they were nine, the three boys were skilled mechanics. Duo was the best, often finding new ways to push a machine further than the design specs would allow.

Mark found he had an odd talent to teleport items to Micheal when the boy needed it...though it depended on his mood where the item would appear.

If he was annoyed with Micheal, then it would drop on his head. If he got along with his brother, then it would drop into his waiting hand.

Most of the time Mark was annoyed with his brother...who had learned more swear words than any child should ever know from the Sweepers.

"So let me get this straight. You want to take my little brothers back to Earth?" asked Duo.

Howard nodded. It wasn't healthy for two boys to be stuck indoors all day. This way, G could focus on Duo and Duo wouldn't have to worry about Mark and Micheal.

Mark and Micheal would only go if their brother was okay with it.

Duo looked at Howard with serious eyes.

"Will they be able to call me?"

"At least once a month, if I can manage it," Howard replied. It wasn't that hard to hack into an OZ satellite for a phone call.

"If anything happens to them, will you swear to call me?"

"Anything life changing, I will call you immediately," said Howard.

"Good. Those two runts are the only family I have left."

"HEY!" they protested, though even they admitted to they were short.

It took less than a week before the brothers were willing to leave. Duo would remain with Doctor G, provided his brothers called him at least once a month.

Howard smuggled them onto his ship, and the two got their first look at Earth in years. Once they landed, Howard snuck them onto the nearest Sweeper vessel. The two promptly found a discarded laptop (which someone had decided to get rid of for being too old to use) and hacked into the nearest OZ satellite. Micheal was a natural hacker.

"Hello from Earth!" the two chirped.

Duo's huge grin filled the screen. Trust the chibi twins to call him immediately upon landing. He rattled off Mother Hen list, only to hear his brothers chide him for being so worried.

They quickly developed a schedule. Once every two weeks they would hack into the satellites and call Duo. They would inform him of the interesting things they saw, and ask how his training went.

After that they helped around the ship, acting as the unofficial cabin boys.

Mostly it involved cleaning and minor repairs.

~Mark, I need a socket wrench. This thing won't move without it.~ Micheal said through their link.

He swore later when Mark dropped it on his head, as usual. Ever since they came to Earth, Micheal had impressed the Sweepers with his wide array of swear words. Then again, they usually contributed to his vocabulary.

Mark was hanging upside down from the mast, tightening a bolt that had come loose. Once he was done, he grabbed the handle on his tool box and straightened his legs. The first time he did that he nearly gave the Sweepers a heart attack.

He righted himself, and popped onto the deck. The two of them had found an interesting trick where they could vanish and reappeared at will.

Howard called it 'Apparating', they called it 'Teleporting'.

After a year of living on a Sweeper ship, the crew were used to the brother's antics.

Both of them had shot up in height, thanks to the regular meals and strenuous exercise aboard the ship. Though neither of them liked cleaning the hull.

Howard knew this day would come. It didn't mean he had to like it.

Mark and Micheal were about to turn eleven, which was when the Ministry registers would start to pick up the magic they did on a daily, oftentimes hourly basis.

And that was a headache he didn't want to deal with.

So late on Friday evening, he sat both boys down and explained to them what would happen later that month.

"So basically we have to choose between going to these schools or staying here and having our power bound by idiots?" asked Mark.

"Unfortunately. Up till now they could care less about the magic you did, it was classed as accidental by their monitors. But when you two turn eleven, they'll actually take notice of what you do."

Both of them grimaced. Every time they were on land, the two of them used their pickpocketing skills to buy books. Or in Micheal's case new hats.

Much to the amusement of Mark, Micheal took his title of Mad Hatter very seriously. He had over a hundred hats that he could materialize with a wave of his hand, all with the Ace of Hearts held in the band outside of the cap. Usually with a feather or two beside the card.

Though on Mark's tenth birthday, Micheal had presented his brother with a pin that had a hare on it. He wore it everywhere, usually on the left side of his shirts.

"Can't we have tutors?" asked Micheal.

"We've been tutoring you two since we found the three of you. Unfortunately the Ministry won't see it that way, at least for the first year."

"Can we still talk to Duo?" asked Mark.

"I know the spell that allows electronics to run on magic. But you two will have to cast it yourselves."

They looked relieved.

"Once we get your wands, you'll be on their radar for at least a year. After that I can safely fool the tracers on the wands so they won't pick your magic up."

The two called Duo, and talked to him about it. They weren't going to leave this decision to themselves. An hour later they told Howard their decision.

"We'll go. But only if we get to come back here for our breaks," they announced.

Howard grinned, and told the crew to set sail for Ireland. It would be relatively easy to get the Knight Bus to take them to London and back.

Of course neither of the boys knew that Howard was a Squib.

Howard walked to the pub entrance with a grin. The day before, the boys looked up to see two large barn owls flying to the ship. Both of them had a letter in their claws...though they were a bit surprised to see the letters misaddressed.

Once they took the letters off, the owls waited patiently for the reply.

Howard read the letters to them, and made a note of the supplies they would need.

And penned a quick reply...with a note to the teachers that they got their names completely wrong.

McGonagall looked at the letter she had received from an old student. He managed to pass his NEWTs, but he was still considered a Squib.

Howard had found two potential wizards by the names of Mark and Micheal Heart. For some odd reason the boys had received the letters under the wrong names.

Odd, but not unheard of. The owls they used were getting rather old, and sometimes they allowed the wrong person to remove the letters. She wrote a reply back, and sent it off.

Mark and Micheal were eager to see this Diagon Alley. They were both wearing hats, (Mark borrowed one of Micheal's more tame ones to keep his hair out of his face) and had cloaks on.

Howard was always amused by the sight the brothers made.

All three of them wore their hair long, usually in a loose ponytail or in a braid. Micheal's raven black locks used to refuse listening to a comb or brush until it went past his neck, but it still spiked at the ends.

Mark's platinum blond hair (usually in some rather bizarre colors thanks to his Metamorphamagi ability) lay flat and didn't stay put when he put it in a braid. (Much to his annoyance and Micheal's amusement, his hair always managed to come undone within hours, so he left it in a ponytail.)

Duo's chestnut hair took to designing well, though he usually coiled it up when he was around oil. His cheerful mask only served to hide his rather serious nature, and his rather overprotective mother hen mode.

Howard didn't have a doubt in his mind that if Duo ever caught either Mark or Micheal doing half the stuff they pulled on a weekly basis he would have pulled some of his hair out in worry.

Mark had his hare pin holding his cloak closed. His platinum blond hair (which for some reason didn't want to change color today) was threaded through the back of Micheal's hat. He wore a simple green and blue t shirt and navy blue jeans. Around his neck was the pendant he had found a few weeks ago on shore leave that he had taken a liking to.

It was one of the few things he had actually bought, rather than stole.

Micheal was wearing his favorite sleeveless black shirt with silver lining. His deep blue jeans were well worn, and perfect for running. He was wearing his favorite hat, with a black feather and Ace of Hearts in the midnight blue fabric. It was rather similar to a cowboy hat, only the sides were more triangular than round.

Howard thought they could pass for muggleborns. Or muggle raised half bloods anyway.

He took them through the large crowd inside the pub. They seemed to be expecting someone.

Once they were out of the pub, Howard tapped the bricks and grinned at the boy's shocked faces.

Diagon was rather impressive for the first time.

He gently, but firmly lead both boys to the bank. Upon seeing the rhyme on the door, they shot him an amused look.

"Are we even allowed in here?" asked Micheal.

"So long as you don't try to take anything that isn't yours, they could care less," said Howard, trying not to laugh. Neither boy seemed to care about how the goblins looked.

As soon as they stepped in the bank, a series of alarms abruptly went off. Both boys looked rather panicked, and were about to make a run for it.

Too bad they were blocked.

One goblin came from the back room, not very amused.

"To have set off all those alarms... You two will have to come with me please."

Mark and Micheal reluctantly followed the goblin, hoping they wouldn't be thrown into wizard jail for being thieves.

"We have been trying to find you two for quite some time. Particularly when we learned that both of you had gone missing."

"Huh?" Mark summed up what they were both thinking.

Griphook (that was the goblin's name, right on a little plaque on his desk) looked at Mark first.

"You... were taken by your maternal aunt two days after the Dark Lord was supposedly killed. From what your parents have said, Bellatrix Lestrange wasn't supposed to come anywhere near you when she wasn't acting properly."

Griphook looked at Micheal.

"You were left at your maternal aunt's house, and it was only a year later that we discovered she had removed you from the house."

Micheal held up a hand.

"Why did it take a year to find that out?" he asked.

"Because it took your magical guardian, Albus Dumbledore a year to find someone to keep an eye on you without interfering. It was only a month after being posted at Privet Drive that Arabella Figg discovered your aunt had taken you out of the house and left you in an aero port."

The two looked at each other.

"Our brother said we were found together in a shuttle to the colonies, L2 to be specific," said Mark.

"He also said that both of us were next to each other in the live animal compartment," said Micheal.

Griphook looked at them both.

"By which name do you two go by?" he asked.

"I am Mark Heart...though I also go by the March Hare," said the blond.

"I am Micheal Heart, also known as the Mad Hatter," he grinned, pointing to the odd hat he was wearing.

"You two do realize that those aren't your real names?" he asked amused.

"Those are the names we go by. We won't answer to anything else," said Mark.

"Well I may as well take you both to your vaults..."

They stared. They had vaults?

What Griphook neglected to tell them was that he was also going to alert Lucius Malfoy about the return of his lost son. As well as warn him about the name change.

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had undergone a drastic change when they lost Draco. The first thing to happen was their sudden change in attitude towards others.

Originally the couple held themselves aloof from others, except for the darker pure blood families. They were the perfect example of pure blood breeding.

Now they avoiding the parties like the plague, and no longer thought themselves better than others such as muggleborns.

They had tried everything to find Draco when Lucius had realized his sister-in-law/second cousin had taken his son.

Narcissa was still recovering from a severe bout of depression, and Lucius had left his house elves to take care of Draco for a few hours. That was when Bella came into the house, and saw her nephew sleeping.

It was already too late when Lucius had realized his son was gone.

Petunia Dursley looked at her sleeping nephew with disgust. She didn't want the brat, and certainly didn't intend to keep him. He could infect her beloved Dudley with his magical taint!

She looked up the flights out of Surrey to the colonies. She remembered Lily's complaints about James and Sirius being so behind the times that they were shocked the colonies even existed.

It was when she found a shuttle leaving for L2 that she concocted the perfect plan to be rid of her nephew once and for all. She bundled up the brat and took the car to the nearest shuttle port. The security was rather lax, but then again she had heard screaming coming from the unloading area.

She found the first shuttle heading to the colonies that had a live animal area and left the brat nestled between a dog cage and some luggage.

Unseen by Mrs. Dursley, another woman went up to the same shuttle and left her nephew beside the other boy. In her crazed mind she never thought twice about the act, thinking she could retrieve him when she and her family were done torturing and killing the muggles.

Lucius looked up to see the small owl land perfectly bearing the seal of Gringotts. He only half read the statement...until he realized what it was saying.

The blood alarms had gone off two days ago. The ones tied to Narcissa and Lucius specifically. For that to have happened, it could only mean one thing.

The goblins had found Draco.

This fic just came to me when I considered a Gryffindor Draco Malfoy. Then it just clicked when I added a brotherly Harry along with the background of Duo Maxwell.

To be clear though, Duo is roughly two years older than Mark (Draco) and Micheal (Harry).