A/N: Serenity Rayne here. Slytherin-Mafia and I are having so much fun with story. It really is growing on us. But don't worry about our other stories; we each bug each other to complete them. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Agent Jenkins stared down at the child; unsure what to do or say. It really wasn't his place to tell the child. He had his father to do that; but would it be a good idea to leave a child like this waiting? He could see from the boy's eyes that he didn't trust him; that he was beating himself up over allowing contact with him. But even through that he could see the nearly overpowering fear. Fear of punishment and of disappointment.

A growl of rage drew his attention away from the child and back to the house briefly; but that few seconds was enough time for the small child to quickly wipe away the blood that was beginning to fill his mouth. He had been doing too much; he still hadn't recovered from his last beating.

The sight through the still open front door made Bob's eyes widen before he quickly turned back to the child; making sure to hide the doorway from view with his body. "I'm afraid Son; that I am not the one who has all of the answers to that. All I can say is that we found out that your real name is Hisashi."

The child's head tilted to the side and allowed for his thick bangs to cover his now pain filled eyes. "So my name is Hisashi now?"

Bob nodded gently as he watched the child. "That's right. Everything will be explained later; right now-"

Bob cut off his explanation to the child and looked closer at the seat of the car he had placed the child on. Leaning forward carefully he examined what he saw. Coughing drew his attention from whatever it was and he looked up.

His eyes widened as his horrified eyes took in the blood on the child's mouth and the hand he had used to cover his mouth as he coughed. Jerking his head up his own eyes met pain filled emerald before he reached out and caught the unconscious child and called back to the younger but higher ranked Agents for help.

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Trowa watched silently; struggling with an angry Wufei; as Agent Jenkins took the child from the house. There was something there; something he should have noticed and something that should have set off warning bells in his head; but for the life of him he couldn't figure it out. He was kind of busy at the moment.

Wufei was struggling harder in his grip. Straining to reach the obese man in the hall with them. He strained harder to hold back his slighter brother; trying to wait for Agent Jenkins to get the child out of seeing range; but knew he wouldn't be able to hold Wufei back much longer. His brother was a martial artist and as soon as he calmed down enough to think clearly he would surely use everything he knew in order to get out of his restraining hold.

The man in front of him was fuming and had continued to yell since his initial bumbling entrance but Trowa paid what the man was saying no heed. He had a bit too much to concentrate on as he felt Wufei begin to calm only slightly in his hold. It would seem as if their Dragon had come to the same conclusion he had. He had only a moment to hope that Agent Jenkins was far enough away that the child could no longer see them before he felt a strong hand grab his arm and his back connected with the hard ground.

As he looked up Trowa noticed a few things that made his eyes widen. One; the door had been left open, meaning that it was very likely the child would be able to see everything in the house. Two; the rage and need for vengeance in Wufei's eyes was nearly over powering and did not bode well for the obese man. Three; Wufei had somehow managed to his katana from them, the dangerous weapon glinting from under his Preventer jacket.

They must have been too used to seeing it with him that they hadn't thought to take it from him. Trowa could only hope that Wufei forgot he had the weapon as he watched the slighter man bare down on the much larger and heavier male.

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Zechs was furious; he had heard what this…woman had said to the child. Even the child hadn't been his lovers missing son he would still be furious. They had all fought; him dubiously at times; so that this kind of thing wouldn't have to happen. And yet this poor excuse of a woman went ahead and beat a child.

He had also heard what the child had said to Agent Jenkins. To have the kind of mentality that that little boy had, he would have need to have been treated like this for years; and at the age he was at it may have very well been going on since he had been taken from his father.

Looking down at the woman with cold blue eyes he grinned cruelly as he saw her flinch. He would leave his lover to handle the man while he got some answers out of the woman in front of him. Trowa should be able to handle his lover for a time.

"Tell me; why treat a child the way you do?"

The woman sneered at him as she struggled; being careful with her broken wrist that was still held in his tight grasp.

"The little freak deserved it. Never would have had to deal with the freak at all if my freak sister and her freak husband hadn't gotten themselves blown up."

Zechs frowned and tightened his hold on the wrist he held; drawing a gasp of pain from the woman.

"That was a child you were hitting."

The woman laughed insanely; the pain from her broken wrist getting to her slightly.

"You just don't know yet. That Freak isn't normal."

Zechs jerked the woman up to her feet via her broken wrist and ignored the cry she gave. That was his lovers child this woman was bad mouthing. She didn't even have the decency to call the child by his name. Zechs heard the cry from the hall and knew that his lover; his dragon; had gone after the woman's husband.

"That little boy is just that; a little boy. What ever your definition of normal is you had no right taking it out on the child."

The woman paled as she heard her husband give a cry of pain.

"Little Freak wasn't worth it. Should have killed him while we had the chance. Then again; he was coughing up blood; maybe we really have killed him. Good riddance I say; he was tainting my little Dudums. Hope the little freak dies…"

Zechs eyes widened as he let the woman fall to the ground as the words sunk into his head and the faint yells from Agent Jenkins reached his ears. He ignored the still mumbling woman collapsed on the kitchen floor and made a break for the hall where he knew his brother would be trying to get control of his lover.

If what that woman had said about the child coughing blood was true; then they may not have much time to save the child.

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Ever since he had first seen the child standing in the doorway he had known something was truly wrong. The child had been small. He had never been that small at that age. Neither had Meiran as he vaguely recalled. When he had heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh from the kitchen he had jumped up to defend his son and had been furious when he had felt the long, strong arms of his taller brother wrap around him; restraining him form getting to his son.

He continued to struggle; to angry to think of anything else besides correcting the injustices done to his son; to break free of the others hold. When he door slammed open and the thundering obese man had entered he had found an even better target for his rage than some stick thin onna.

The rage had felt had only intensified when he had seen Agent Jenkins slip by them with the curled and trembling form of his son in his arms. His son had meant the world to him; he had only been able to save a few things from that fire that night; one of those being a picture of his small son. He had always kept it hidden; only taking it out on a few occasions; times he would have spent with his son. Christmas, his son's birthday and his 'death' day being only a few. But he had his son now; ad he would make sure that justice was done.

Wufei allowed himself to calm slightly; allowing his mind to clear enough for him to grab hold of his brother's arm in a firm grip and flip him to the floor. He heard his brothers body hit the ground and knew he would apologize for it later; but he had something else on his mind right then. Readying himself to spring he watched as the fat mans face got slowly redder before the man threw all common sense to the wind and barreled his way towards him.

Wufei smirked as he watched the man lumber closer and reacted swiftly when the man was in range. He truly didn't feel like showing any mercy to this man; he had hurt his child, his precious son; and now he would pay for what he had done.

Noting the amount of fat on the man; Wufei was just angry enough to over compensate enough to break bones through the layers of fat. Striking out with a leg he caught the man in the upper arm, breaking the bones there and causing the man to howl in pain. Wufei smirked as he saw the man coming at him again; blinded with anger and pain. A few more kicks and some well placed punches had the man broken and furious.

The overweight Dursley may be a weakling but his anger seemed to be able to fuel him just fine. Finally having gotten to release some of his pent up anger and frustration on the man, Wufei reached to his side and swiftly pulled his katana from its sheath. He grinned maliciously as he saw the mans eyes widen and some fear flit through the mans eyes. He waited; knowing exactly how to play things now that he was calm enough to think about it.

Normally attacking a civilian like this would be grounds for inspection on the use of excessive force. But as he was not an official part of the team sent to the house and was actually there as the father of the child all he had to do was wait for the man to attack him; then he could use the excuse of self defense. There would be nothing anyone could do about it. Trowa would back him up.

Despite the fear Vernon Dursley had he moved forward to attack again. Wufei smirked and brought the sword around quickly sliding by the man's weak defenses and creating a good number of slices to his person; the last of which being to the tendons in his legs. The man screamed in pain as he went down; his legs no longer able to support his weight.

Wufei watched the man as he tried to move and failed as the pain overcame him. He felt nothing really; he had defended his son; the child he had lost, who had been taken from him. He watched as the man looked up at him with hate filled, blood shot eyes.

"Take the Freak then. He's your problem now. We had never wanted him any way. That Freak Dumbledore forced him on us."

Anything Wufei wanted to say was cut off as the frantic calls of Agent Jenkins came to his ears. Not even a minute later his lover had come running into the room and grabbed both himself and Trowa; dragging them to the door.

"Trowa, call an ambulance to pick these up and get Une to send some Agents to guard them. We've got to go."

Wufei sputtered as he was dragged out the door of the house. "Zechs! What are you talking about we-"

Wufei cut himself off and broke away from his lover as he saw the child in Agent Jenkins arms; blood slowly leaking from his mouth. "Hisashi!"

Trowa's eyes widened and he too broke from Zechs' grasp; pulling out his cell phone and making the necessary calls. Zechs noted all of this and quickly made his way up behind his lover who had gently taken the boy from Agent Jenkins arms and was cradling him in his own like one would a new born.

All three Preventers watched amazed as the usually stern and uptight Agent rocked the child as if he was a breakable infant; softly murmuring reassurances in the unconscious child's ear.

As the sound of sirens grew louder in their ears; all the three were able to do was hope that everything would turn out right for the reunited father and son.

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