A/N: Standard disclaimers apply, please see authors note at the bottom. A big Thx to Princess Fictoria for helping me out with this chap.

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The other two men and Dumbledore drew their wands as well. Fudge stood between them, trembling with fear, he never liked confrontations.

"Harry is a citizen of the United States. And by holding him in Britain against his will, you are breaking international law. Before Simon Conway 'disappeared'," the first man said scathingly while looking right at Dumbledore. "He made certain arrangements and contingency plans to ensure that his sons would remain safe. One such arrangement was activated the moment you meddled with their guardianship and custody. As such, we are here to enforce their Father's wishes and remove them from Britain at once. Though the boys have duel citizenship, they are legal residents of The United States of America and that is their rightful place."

James let go of Harry and slumped in his seat.

"Now," the second man said, stepping so that he was right in front of Dumbledore. "Where is Simon Conway?"

Harry's eyes flashed in anger, but he remained silent.

But Drake wasn't so subtle. "Where in the hell is my father?" he demanded.

Dumbledore ignored him; he turned to Cornelius and in a soothing and grandfatherly voice. "Surly minister you understand that you signed these temporary custody papers yourself and understand that these boys are where they rightfully belong."

"Albus these gentlemen, Special Agent Garret Thompson, Special Agent Kyle Watson, and Assistant Director Cody Willis" he said pointing to each man in turn "of the Federal Bureau of Magical Security and Investigations in America and are here to take the boys back to a relative across the pond."

Albus Dumbledore looked startled at the revelation. He was told that Simon Conway didn't have any relatives. His father had died several years ago from a heart attack, and Albus was told that the boys had no other living relatives.

A.D. Willis, with his wand still raised and pointed at Dumbledore scoffed. "Surly, Headmaster, you aren't trying to shift the blame? Isn't there enough to go around?"

Dumbledore looked at the man, startled by his blunt tone. Albus Dumbledore wasn't used to being talked down to.

Fudge, whom had finally caught on to Dumbledore's game turned to the aging wizard, his face red with anger. "Now see here Albus!-"

Agent Thompson cleared his throat and shook his head at Fudge. "We don't have time for this Minister. We have come to collect the Conway boys and start our own investigation into the disappearance of Simon Conway. Surely you don't wish to create more of a problem?'

Fudge nervously cleared his throat and shook his head. "Listen Potter," he said addressing James, "You signed the adoption papers and know the consequences of attempting to gain custody of Harry Conway. Hand him over now and the Americans assure me that there will be no further legal or magical ramifications."

James hung his head and Lily put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Got your things young man?" Agent Watson asked.

Harry nodded and joined his brothers, not giving any more information.

"Will you boys be returning for the next term?" Dumbledore asked as his carefully orchestrated plans came undone.

Jake stared straight ahead. He looked pale and at least ten pounds lighter then he did when he left school. Dumbledore sighed internally at the sight. Apparently the couple he hand-picked to take custody of young Jake applied his advice regarding the rebellious teen a little too seriously.

"We'll see," he said his voice broken and dull. His brothers stood tall beside him, letting Dumbledore know that he wasn't going to get to Jake without a fight.

After taking a portkey to the Ministry of Magic they then took the International Floo Network back to America. They finally reached the American Magical Congressional Building where they were greeted by someone that the boys had not seen in years. Harry stiffened upon seeing her, but greeted her with a nod.

Drake and Nick, who were relieved at seeing her, gave her a hug. "Hello Aunt Kate," they said.

Katherine James was the identical twin sister of Elaine Conway, which is why it pained Harry to even look at her. Because looking at her, was looking at his mother. Looking at her was making him remember all over again.

Flashback….

Harry and his Elaine set out on that beautiful spring day, walking the beaches of Maine, talking and cracking jokes the whole way. By the time night fell, they collapsed on the beach in exhaustion.

"Thank you mom," Harry murmured.

Elaine ruffled her son's hair and smiled fondly at him. "You needed this," she said as an after thought.

Harry nodded.

"I'll always be here if you need to talk baby," she said scooting closer to him and letting his head fall on her shoulder. They sat like that for a few minutes watching the sun fall behind the water.

"Talk to me baby," she whispered, feeling as he tensed at the words.

Harry shook his head watching as a few people walked by them, oblivious to the turmoil that was going on in Harry Conway.

"Why couldn't they love me?" he whispered in a broken voice.

"Who baby?" Elaine said brushing his hair back from his face.

Harry didn't answer, but Elaine knew who he meant.

"Oh sweetie," she said hugging him tighter. "I don't know. But we love you Harry, you are my son. You have a father and three brothers who love you very much and we wouldn't trade you for anything in the whole world."

"Promise," Harry whispered hopefully, the events of his trip to England to see his parent's still fresh on his mind. He needed the extra reassurance that his family wasn't going to abandon him.

"I promise baby, where ever you go in life and how ever far away you are, you'll always have family, you'll always have somebody that loves you, remember that Harry. You and your brothers have a very special connection, Harry, it's very important that you remember that."

"But mom, I don't understand," he said pulling back to look at her.

"Harry," she said brushing his cheek with the back of her hand.

But she never got any further.

"Avada Kedavra!" a man's voice screamed. Harry sat in shock as the bright green light came towards him.

"Harry!" Elaine screamed, and tackled him to the ground.

"Harry Potter," the man spoke again. "You shouldn't be here, you shouldn't even have lived. But I will take care of that. You can not live to out perform your brother. I know the truth, but if you do not live to see your sixteenth birthday, then all shall be right."

The eleven year old Harry shook with fear, he knew his mother was dead and it looked like he was next. But there was something odd about the way the man was acting. The man's eyes seemed glazed over and were very bright. "The Imperius," Harry whispered in realization.

As the next curse shot towards him, he ducked and rolled behind a rock bringing out his wand. He shot a stunning curse, but it was deflected.

"Damn it," he swore as bits of rock slammed into him from another curse the deranged man shot his way.

He looked over to asses where the man was, seeing his mother sprawled out in the sand. He made a quick decision, a decision that might cost him his life, but knew it had to be done. Shooting three curses simultaneously he sprinted out into the sand and landed on his knees next to his mother's body.

"Die, Harry Potter!" The man screamed again.

"You first," Harry said as he sent a blasting curse towards the man.

The man sailed back and hit the sand hard giving Harry time to rescue his mother.

"Harry!" Another voice called out. Harry turned to see his father and brother's sprinting towards him, wands raised and ready for action.

"Dad," Harry said his voice broken.

Simon engulfed his son in a quick hug and checked his wife

"She's dead," he whispered. "He killed her, and then he came after me, he said I wasn't suppose to live, I think-"

But Simon put a hand on his son's shoulders to quiet his ramblings.

"Drake," he said calling over the oldest of the four.

Drake came over tears in his eyes at the sight of his dead mother. "Take your brothers home and wait for me. Do not go anywhere and do not contact any one, got that?"

Drake nodded and helped Harry up and helped him towards his brothers.

Simon shot a stunner at the unconscious man and turned towards his wife. He brushed the hair out of her face and sobbed. "Oh Elaine," he said wiping the tears off his face, "why?"

Simon returned to home three hours later. It was obvious that he had been crying at some point, but when he walked through the door, to see all of the boys huddled around a fire, he put on a brave face.

"Who was it?" Nick said shooting out of his seat upon seeing Simon. Drake and Jake followed suit, but Harry did not. He didn't acknowledge Simon's presence, but continued to watch the fire.

Simon cleared his throat, and sat down. He was only thirty three years old, but felt more like he was seventy.

"I used Veritaserum on him, and found out that he was under the imperious curse. The man is from England, and was sent here to make sure that Harry never made it to Hogwarts."

"Why," Jake snapped. "Who said we were even going in the first place?"

Simon sighed and put his face in his hands. "Just because someone doesn't want you to go, gives you all the more reason to go. You boys know the stakes are high."

"But they killed mom!" Nick screamed. "How can you expect us to go to England where they obviously don't want us?"

"Who was it?" Jake asked his voice shaky.

"What?" Simon asked.

"Who killed mom?" Nick asked catching on to what his brother was thinking.

Simon sighed. "I can't tell you," Simon said and put his hand up before his boys could protest. "I'm not going to put that on your shoulders," Simon said firmly, watching as his son's mouths snapped shut.

"Did you kill him?" Harry finally asked. His cheeks stained with tears.

"No," Simon said and watched his sons stare at him in utter shock. "He was under the imperious curse; it didn't give me the right to kill him."

"He killed mom, what more reason do you need?" Nick snapped.

"I obliviated him, and sent him back to where he came from with a note to whomever sent him. Remember this boys, revenge is a dish best served cold. Your mother's death will not be in vain, but now is not the time. Do you understand that?"

The boys nodded, still grieving, but Harry still sat watching the fire. His mother was dead, and it was because of him. It was always because of him."

End of Flashback…

One last floo trip to a local public floo in Maine and Kate was motioning the boys to her car, "Come on boys, let's go home."

Harry and his brothers quietly followed Kate to her old beat up jeep. They made a decision on the drive home. They would stay two weeks in Maine, and then return back to England.

But what they didn't know, what they couldn't know, is what would be waiting for them when they got back.

TBC

A:N/ Okay, so I decided not to leave a cliffhanger and answer your questions as to how Harry Mom died. But now I ask you this? Who did it, and who was he doing it for? Oh and one more thing. In fear of losing my account, I have decided not to use an already copyrighted song for Harry, which is a bummer, because I had a great one already picked out, but don't worry I'll figure something out. Please oh please review!