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Six years Later

Surrey England

Harry Potter balanced carefully on his stool as he fixed the Dursleys' breakfast, biting his lip as he turned the bacon. He couldn't burn it again, Uncle Vernon was really mad last time. Harry shuddered at the thought and took the bacon out of the pan, smiling as he did. He hadn't burnt it, it was perfect.

Maybe he would get to eat something other than toast today, since he was so good. He grinned happily as he hopped off the stool, taking the plate with the bacon and toast to the table. He sat them down, and straightened the place settings, nearly bouncing on his toes. He hadn't done anything wrong! He looked up as up as he heard Vernon coming down the stairs, stepping into his place in the corner. He wasn't to be seen while the Dursleys ate.

Vernon sat down without even glancing at him, staring over the food with a critical eye. He didn't say anything, and Harry felt his happiness growing. Now all he had to do was wait for Petunia to get to the table with Dudley, and Harry would finally get to eat with the family.

He would finally have showed them that he was worthy, that he wasn't a Freak.

Petunia came down the stairs, what seemed like hours later, with Dudley in tow. Dudley fell into his place, the chair shuddering under his weight, and began shoveling food into his mouth, forgoing the plate, as Petunia smiled at Dudley and daintily filled her plate. Harry waited a few more minutes, waiting for Uncle Vernon to acknowledge that he hadn't failed and tell him to pull up a chair, and when he didn't, Harry screwed up all of his courage, and stepped towards his Uncle.

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry's voice was small, and his Uncle glared down at him with beady eyes. Harry stepped back a few steps, but kept his nerve. He really wanted to eat something hot for once. "Um, I, I made everything right, didn't I? And, and you said that when I did, I could.." Harry trailed off. Vernon smirked evilly.

"I said what, Freak?" He seemed entertained by the thought of Harry asking anything of him. Harry gulped.

"You said I could eat with the Family, sir, if I cooked breakfast right." Vernon laughed and nodded.

"So I did, Boy, so I did. Well, let's see if you did everything right." Harry grinned again, and bounced on his toes as Vernon turned his attention back to the breakfast table, looking over everything. Harry knew that he had cooked everything right, he had tried extra hard!

"Boy!" Vernon's voice was sharp, and Harry immediately stepped back into his corner, raising his arms up to protect his face on instinct. What had he done? "The Eggs are over cooked!" His Uncle glared at him, and Harry whimpered. How had that happened? "You know what this means Freak." Harry nodded and bowed his head.

It was a good thing that he was used to going hungry. He watched with sad eyes as the rest of the family ate, Dudley grinning snidely at him around a mouth full of eggs and toast.

All in all it was a normal morning in the Dursley Household.

Until the doorbell rang.

Several times.

Vernon shot him a dark look, and Harry nearly ran for the door, dodging the hand that Petunia aimed at his head for doing so. He stood on his tiptoes and grabbed the handle of the door, tugging it open and would have fallen on his butt, if it wasn't for the hand that reached out to grab his arm and keep him from hitting the ground hard.

A hand that was attached to a man in uniform. Harry stared at him with wide eyes as the man set him gently back on his feet.

"Be more careful, son. A boy your age shouldn't be answering the door by yourself, anyhow." The man was older, and very tall, his gray hair reminding Harry of the pepper that was in the shaker on the table. He had a nice smile, but Harry didn't smile back. People were never nice to him for long, once they found out how bad he was. It was better not to get his hopes up. "Are your parents home?" Harry shook his head.

"Parents are dead." It was said blankly and the officer winced, thinking that they had died recently. "Aunt and Uncle are home though." Harry didn't like talking to adults, in his experience it never ended well for him. The man smiled again, being careful to stay on the other side of the door frame, because Harry hadn't invited him in. Harry liked that, he wouldn't get in trouble for asking someone to enter before he asked permission from his Aunt or Uncle.

"Can you go get them son? We're Preventors, and need to talk to them about something important." Harry nodded and closed the door gently, knowing better than to leave the door wide open for the neighborhood to see in, and headed back towards the kitchen, where the Dursleys were still eating.

"Aunt Petunia? Uncle Vernon? There's someone from the Pre...Preventors here to see you. They say its important. They're outside." Harry stumbled over the unfamiliar word. He had never heard of those people before, but they seemed important by the way both his Aunt and Uncle stood up and smoothed out their clothes, giving him a dirty look.

"And you just left them outside boy? Next time do as we say and invite them in!" Vernon cuffed him around the head as he rushed towards the living room door, and Harry landed hard on the tile floor. He sat up slowly, Dudley laughing at him as he pushed himself up, and sighed in relief when he wasn't dizzy. Sometimes Uncle Vernon hit him harder, just to make him better, and Harry was sleepy and dizzy for days. He was glad that this wasn't one of those times. He had to make tea if they had guests.

Harry was just pulling out his Aunt's silver tea service when he heard his Aunt calling him from the living room....calling him Harry. His eyes widened and he hurried out of the room, wishing that he would have had time to finish the tea.

"Harry!" Uh-oh, she'd had to call him twice. He picked up his speed and nearly barreled into the room, earning himself a sharp look. He gulped but stood still in front of her. She smiled a fake smile at him, and reached out for a fleeting touch on his hair. "Silly boy, he's always running around the house. Harry, these people need to talk to you pumpkin." Harry turned to the man in the uniform, the Preventer, and looked at him nervously. Were these the men that Uncle Vernon was always talking about giving him to? The ones who got rid of freaks? The man just smiled at him and motioned towards the lady in white that was sitting on the couch next to him, holding a small black bag.

"Hello again, Harry. This nice lady just needs to draw some blood, seems you were sick when your family came to London." He smiled again while the lady opened the bag and pulled out several things, things that looked painful. "But you're feeling better now, I hear." Harry nodded absently, still watching.

What was she going to do with those? She looked up and saw him staring, giving him a small smile.

"Bob! The boy looks scared to death! I don't think he's ever had his blood taken before, have you honey?" Her voice was nice, and Harry found himself smiling shyly back at her and ducking his head with a blush. She was pretty. "Well come here, and we'll get it over with in a jiff." He shuffled towards her, nervous again.

What if they took all his blood, like the vampires on the show Dudley watched a few days ago while he was cleaning? Those people didn't get back up. Harry didn't want to die. She took his arm and pulled him to sit beside her on the couch, angling her body towards him and wrapping a rubber band around his arm, just about his elbow. He watched her with wide eyes as she prodded his elbow, smiling when she found what she wanted.

That's when she pulled it out.

A needle. Harry had been stuck by needles before, on the days when the school offered free shots for those kids whose families couldn't afford it. Those shots had always hurt, and Harry felt his eyes tearing up. Only the thought of what Uncle Vernon would do if he cried kept those tears from overflowing.

The nurse pulled the cap off the needle and looked at him while she tapped the side of the plastic.

"Now Honey, this may sting a little. But it'll be over soon, alright?" Harry nodded and screwed his eyes shut as she grabbed his arm gently.

But the prick never came.

He peaked an eye open, to see her smiling at him and unwrapping the rubber band from his arm. "All done dear!" He blinked.

That was it? But that hadn't hurt at all! He stood up and backed away from the couch, watching as his blood vial was capped off and placed in the nurses bag, labeled neatly with his name.

What was all of this for? He looked to Aunt Petunia for direction, and she jerked her head to the kitchen, and he got the point. Her fake patience with him was over. He backed out of the room and went back to his chores.

It was back to normal for him.

Bob Jenkins watched with a frown as the boy backed from the room, almost as if he were scared to turn his back on the room. As if he was afraid of making a mistake. The Preventors cast a glance towards his partner as he stood up with a smile for the Dursley's. As they left the house, he leaned towards her. "Get a rush on those, something is not right in that house."

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Preventor Chang reached for the next folder in the stack on his desk, grumbling as he saw that it was yet another DNA match for a Preventors Agent. He was going to kill Maxwell for getting the Pilots sentenced to this paper pushing job. Next time he decided to blow something up, Wufei was NOT getting involved. He opened the file and glanced at it briefly, reaching for his pen to sign off on it, when his brain actually comprehended what he was reading.

What the Hell? At the bottom of the report, were words that couldn't be real. He blinked again, before standing up and racing out of the room, leaving the file lying innocently on the desk, broadcasting its message for everyone who dared to read a file on one of the Senior Agent's desks.

DNA Match Confirmed: Harry Potter ...Mother: Unknown…Father: Chang Wufei

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