If He's Anything Like Me

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: I'M BACK!

AN: Okay, so if you can't guess, I'm back. I will apologize for taking so long with any updates, but I've been in the process of moving and settling in, not to mention that my muse is an ass and refused to work with me... Damn Duo. Anyway, I did change the name of this fic, cause I heard this song during my move and thought it fit soooo much better than the other one. Also I should be updating quite a bit over the coming month, cause my twelve days of Christmas posts are coming up. Well, I think I'm done rambling for now... on with the reason ya'll are here in the first place.

Chapter 2: A Place to Call Home

Harry groaned quietly as he started to wake up. He had been having the most pleasant dream and he really didn't want to leave it, but if his aunt found him sleeping, he'd be in trouble. Then again, would it really hurt if he just remained within his dreams? It's not like his family would miss him. Weren't they currently confining him to his room? And he wasn't even sure if his friends would miss him either, though their lack of correspondence was due to Dobby the house-elf. They wouldn't miss him too much, they didn't really know him after all.

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

Why did Dumbledore's words have to bother him now? He was content within his little dream world. No one was glaring at him, or staring, or gawking. It was rather nice.

"Come on, Yasu," a quiet voice broke through his thoughts. "It's okay. You can wake up now. You're safe now."

The voice sounded vaguely familiar, as did the name, but it wasn't his, he was Harry. A frown marred his features as his eyes slowly blinked open. He found himself staring up into wide amethyst eyes that were gazing fondly down at him, as a hand ran through his unruly hair. His scowl deepened as he recognized the face as one of the ones from the Mirror. Had he truly woken up, or was he still dreaming? It was then that he realized that he was being held on this strange guy's lap. He jumped up with an eep of surprise.

"Eloquent as always, Potter," a very familiar voice said from his right.

He whirled around and stared, wide eyed, at his Potions Professor. What was he doing in his dream? True, he'd been in the mirror too, but that didn't mean anything. Did it?

He shook his head slightly as he took in the other six people in the room. There were the two agents who he'd seen at the Dursleys, and two other men, who he also remembered from the mirror, and then the lady doctor that had taken his blood earlier, and one lady he didn't know at all.

"Er... where am I?" he asked, addressing the Chinese agent who had actually brought him here.

"You are at Preventer Headquarters, in London, Harry," Wufei answered, motioning to an empty seat beside him. "Why don't you have a seat and we'll introduce ourselves?"

Harry nodded and took a seat between the former Shenlong pilot and his partner. He looked curiously around at the others, waiting, still wondering if this was all a dream or not.

"Mr. Potter," the woman seated behind the large desk began. "I am Lady Une, Head of the Preventers. You have already met Agents Shenlong and Wing, also known as Wufei Barton-Chang and Heero Yuy," indicating the two men on either side of him. "To Wufei's left is is husband, Trowa Barton-Chang, another of my agents, and to Heero's right is his husband, Quatre Raberba Winner. The final two are Duo Maxwell and his husband, Severus Snape. Now, do you know why my agents have brought you in?"

Harry shook his head, "No, ma'am."

"That complicates issues," Une shook her head slightly. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. The Dursleys have been brought into Preventer custody under the charges of child enslavement, neglect, and child endangerment. And I believe kidnapping could very well be placed on the charge list as well."

"But they didn't kidnap anyone," the boy frowned again.

"He is right," Snape spoke up, before the Head of the Preventers could say anything else. "I'm not saying I doubt the DNA evidence you have presented, but the Dursleys are completely innocent of kidnapping. The boy was left with, what was thought at the time, his only living relatives after his supposed parents died. The Dursleys never wanted the child."

"Very well," she scowled at the dour man. "As I was saying, they also failed to follow the Registration Act where you were concerned. As such, you were not in the database. However, thanks to Dr. Po, we have fixed that issue. However, something very interesting came up with the results of your DNA analysis."

"Okay," Harry nodded, trying to keep up.

"We have discovered that you are not, in fact, Harry James Potter, as previously believed," Sally gave him a kind smile.

"But... but I have to be," he shook his head in denial, reaching up to rub at his scar. "Everyone says I am. They say I look just like my dad, with my mum's eyes."

"That's only what they want to see, cub," Duo said, moving over to crouch in front of Harry. "Cause I can tell you exactly where you got everything from."

"No," Harry continued to shake his head and began rocking back and forth. "No, no, no, no! This isn't happening. It's just a dream! Time to wake up, Harry! Wake up!"

Heero frowned as hie watched as the boy was obviously going into a state of shock. Prussian blue eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the panicked display. If this boy did indeed share some of his DNA, this was unacceptable. With that thought in mind, he reached over and pinched Harry's arm, hard enough to bruise.

"Owww!" Harry yelped in pain, as his eyes flew to the former wing pilot and his hand rose to rub at the sore spot. "What'd you do that for?"

"You're not dreaming," he stated plainly, drawing his gun and aiming it directly in an angry Duo's face, who had tried to lunge at him. "Don't even think about it, Duo."

"As I was saying," Lady Une cleared her throat, "you are not the son of James and Lily Potter, as previously believed. However, we have found your parents, as strange as the circumstances surrounding the outcome are."

"They weren't? So who are my parents?" emerald eyes widened in surprise. "Can I stay with them? Do I have to go back to the Dursleys?"

"That is entirely up to the five of them," Une's eyes sparkled with a hidden triumph. "However, I'm sure they would like to discuss things with you before it is decided where you will be staying."

"He'll come home with me, of course," the braided man said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You guys should think about coming to visit sometime, like never."

Lady Une's eyes narrowed dangerously behind her spectacles, "If you continue in that vein, Maxwell, you will be cut off from your son's life entirely."

"But... but..." Duo's mouth dropped open in shocked surprise. "You can't do that! He's my son!"

"I can and I will," she countered, an evil smirk crossing her features. "As a matter of fact, I believe it would be in Harry's best interest if I place him with Quatre. As I understand it, he has several estates throughout the Earth Sphere and the Colonies that would accommodate the seven of you quite nicely."

"That sounds practical," the blonde nodded. "That way we can all be close to Harry, if we wanted to," looking specifically at the braided man. "The decision now is where shall we all go."

"If I may inject my professional opinion," the Potions Master said with a measured voice. "Harry still needs to attend school. He has already completed one successful year at Hogwarts. May I be so bold as to suggest he continue there. It is one of the best schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Europe."

"That is entirely up to his fathers," Lady Une looked around at the five former pilots.

"I do not see a problem with that," Wufei said quietly. "As long as an exception could be made for the five of us to be present as well."

"You would have to take that up with the Headmaster," Severus waved his hands noncommittally. "I do not have the authority to grant or deny that request."

"We'll work that out later, Wufei," Quatre shook his head. "Right now, I think we should take Harry home. It's a lot to take in right now, and he's feeling overwhelmed."

"I think he's right, Lady Une," the doctor spoke up. "It would be best if he was taken out of Headquarters at the present time."

"Very well, Quatre," Lady Une nodded. "You and Heero may take Harry to your estate. I'm sure the others will join you soon enough."

"Yes, ma'am," the blonde smiled before extending his hand to the the boy seated next to his lover. "Come on, Harry, let's get you home."

Wide emerald orbs stared up at the Arabian as their owner shifted to his left. His hand reached out without his conscious thought and latched on to the fabric of Wufei's shirt sleeve, as if afraid to leave his side. A larger hand covered his, causing Harry's gaze to shift to the former Shenlong pilot.

"You have nothing to fear, Harry," the others, apart from Trowa, had never heard Wufei's voice sounded so gentle. "No harm will come to you in their care. And I'm sure the rest of us will be there before the day is out."

Harry nodded slowly, as he reluctantly released his grip on Wufei's sleeve. He didn't want to go, but he didn't really have any choice in the matter. He ignored the still outstretched hand and got to his feet. Heero stood up and, taking the blonde's hand, led the way out of the room.

"What's the matter, Potter?" Snape sneered as the boy turned to look back once more from the doorway. "You can stand toe to toe with danger, but you can't follow two men across town without someone holding your hand?"

"That's enough out of you, Severus Snape," Duo smacked his mate upside the head. "Don't listen to him, Yasu. You'll be fine, they'll take good care of you, or they'll have me to deal with."

Harry's eyes widened at the almost feral look that crossed the former Deathscythe pilots features before he turned, once again, and fled the room. He could feel the tears stinging the back of his eyes. Why had he acted so weak in front of his most hated professor? He angrily wiped at his eyes as he followed Heero and Quatre down the hall. He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't give Snape, or his husband, the satisfaction.

Heero paused momentarily on his trek down the hall to heave Harry's trunk onto his shoulder before continuing to the elevator. Quatre was on his cellphone, calling for his car to be brought around to the front of the building. Harry followed silently, still trying to gain control of himself, but it was a losing battle.

When they finally entered the elevator, Quatre gasped as his hand flew to his heart and tears filled his eyes. Heero silently put the trunk down and was at his husband's side in an instant, enveloping him in a hug, his eyes flying to the only other person in the lift with them; Harry. The boy in question backed up against the mirrored wall, his eyes once again wide, this time in confused horror as he met the Prussian blue depths.

"I didn't mean to," Harry sobbed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Heero, stop," the former Sandrock pilot scolded quietly. "You're scaring him."

The brunette looked down at his lover, then nodded and stepped to the other side of the lift next to the trunk. Quatre turned to Harry, falling to his knees in front of him, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"Harry," he placed his hands gently on the boy's shoulders, "I need you to calm down. Take deep breaths," he inhaled deeply, guiding Harry to do the same, and exhaled slowly. "That's it. In and out. You're okay. You're safe. You're not in trouble. You just need to calm down."

He wrapped his arms around the smaller than average boy and held him close to his chest, still keeping his breathing steady. When the elevator reached the lobby, Quatre slowly pushed to a standing position, Harry still cradled to his chest, still trying to maintain his breathing. He carried him out of the lift and toward the main door, that Heero was holding open for them.

Harry didn't really notice as he was strapped into a seat in the back of a sleek black car, nor as they took off down the street, away from the Preventers office. No, he noticed none of this as he focused on his breathing, anything to keep his thoughts of Snape and his scary husband at bay. He did notice, however, the house they had pulled up in front of when he was ushered out of the car.

"Welcome home, Harry," the blonde smiled down at him.

His mouth just fell open in shock. He didn't care at the moment if he looked like a complete and utter idiot; this place was massive. The house had to be four stories tall, at least, and that wasn't counting the many off buildings and what looked like a stable on the grounds. He registered the chuckling coming from the two men on either side of him, but he was too stunned to care. It wasn't until he felt a gentle prod on his back that his feet began moving him forward, toward the place that was to be his new home.

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The four men left in Lady Une's office stared after the boy for several minutes before anyone dared break the rather awkward silence.

"Way to go, Maxwell," Wufei mocked the braided man. "He's now scared of you."

Within two strides, Duo was in front of the former Shenlong pilot. He reached down and latched on to his Preventer jacket, lifting him out of his seat until they were eye level.

"Take it back, Wufei," he snarled.

A dark brow rose in incredulous disbelief, "Is it not your motto to not tell lies? Unless of course you want me to lie to you."

"No," the former Deathscythe pilot shook his head, not releasing his captive. "It can't be true. It just can't be."

"You know it's true, Maxwell," the Chinese agent scoffed. "You and your husband scare the shit out of that boy and yet you do nothing to prevent it from happening."

"No," amethyst eyes closed as tears began pouring down his cheeks. "He can't be. He's my baby."

He buried his face in Wufei's chest as sobs raked his entire body. Almost immediately, Severus got to his feet and was at his mate's side, gathering him into his arms. He began rubbing Duo's back gently, trying to get him to calm down, while the others in the room just watched in no small amount of shock. None of them had seen the self proclaimed Shinigami break down like that before.

"I have to be there for him, Sev," the braided man's muffled voice emanated from the area of Severus' chest. "I won't let him be scared of me."

"I know," the Potions Master said reassuringly. "And I'll do better to keep myself in check around him."

"We have to go to him, Sev," watery amethyst eyes locked with onyx. "We have to make him see."

"And we will," Severus nodded.

"Thank you," Duo stood on tiptoe and placed a tender kiss on the dour man's lips.

"You know I can deny you nothing, love," onyx eyes softened as he pulled his mate closer.

"Shall we go then?" Trowa said quietly, interrupting the slightly awkward moment as he pushed to his feet and slipping his arm around Wufei's waist. "I'm sure Quatre and Heero are getting Harry settled in as we speak. And I for one would like to get to know my son."

Ammie: Okay, there it is, the next chapter. I hope ya'll like it, and hopefully this will get me out of my slump so I can do my Christmas promise.