My Last Name
By Ammie Hawk and Neph Champion
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing, no matter how many of the characters come to live with us...
Ammie: Sorry about the wait, RL is being a bitch and I've had very little motivation to do anything, much less editing.
Neph: Beware of melting at the cuteness of Chibi Harry! And This is why you don't screw with Quatre Raberba Winner MWAHAHAHA
Chapter 2
Quatre was pacing. That in and of itself was cause for worry. But the mixture of anger, worry, anxiety, and pain on his usually angelic face had even Heero Yuy ducking for cover behind his desk. The former Wing pilot was not sure what was bothering his partner, but he could tell that whatever it was, was about to bring on ZERO. And when Quatre and ZERO mixed things tended to blow up, usually colonies.
The tense silence was finally broken by the ringing of Heero's cellphone.
"01," he answered after the first ring.
~It's 02, the kid's in bad shape.~
"I'll have Sally on stand-by," he said stoically.
Quatre stopped his pacing and stared intently at his partner, "Who is that?"
"02," he frowned, not sure what the blonde's problem was today. "He was sent to retrieve a child."
"What does the kid look like?" teal eyes widened in surprise, would Une send Duo and Wufei after him?
Heero's frown deepened but placed the phone back to his mouth, "Description, 02."
~Messy black hair, big green eyes, kinda reminds me of Trowa's. Hee-chan, this kid is tiny!~
"Black hair, green eyes, malnourished," Heero rattled off tonelessly so his partner would know, reading between the lines.
~Yeah,~ Duo confirmed.
Quatre stood rooted to the spot. No, it couldn't be. That sounded like his son. He closed his eyes, ZERO was fast taking over, and someone was going to pay.
"Who was he living with?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Heero repeated the question into the phone, why he didn't just give it to the blonde, he wasn't sure.
~He called to woman Aunt Tuney,~ Duo frowned, not sure why his boyfriend was asking him all these questions. ~However, the directions said Vernon and Petunia Dursley were the adults. They have one other kid in their custody, their son, Dudley.~
As soon as Heero repeated what he had been told, in short form of course, Quatre sat down hard, missing the chair and ending up on the floor.
"How could she do that?" he shook his head. "She's my own sister?"
"Quatre?" the former Wing pilot was at his side in an instant.
~Hee-chan?~ Duo asked, concerned. ~What's wrong?~
"Quatre fell," he said, fear beginning to cloud his voice as he set the phone down the chair the blonde had been aiming for. "Quatre, what's wrong?"
"How could my sister do this?" blank teal eyes stared up at the brunette.
"Your sister?" Heero frowned, exceedingly confused.
"I had twenty-nine, Heero," a dry chuckled left the blonde's lips, "two of which were on the Sphere during the war."
"And Petunia Dursley is one of them?" comprehension was beginning to dawn on the former Wing pilot's face.
Quatre nodded, "Yeah."
~Wait,~ Duo said loudly, tired of being ignored. ~Does that mean that Quat's the freak brother she was talking about?~
Prussian blue eyes widened in shock, "What did she call Quatre?"
"She called me what?" the former Sandrock pilot said at the same time.
~A freak,~ Duo repeated.
"I'm going to kill her," Quatre snarled. "She is no sister of mine."
"Quatre's gone ZERO," Heero picked up the phone once again.
~Shit!~ Duo winced in sympathy for his lover. ~I'm almost there.~
"I don't know if that will help," Heero shook his head. "I'm calling Trowa."
~Probably best,~ the former Deathscythe pilot agreed.
The brunette ended the call and quickly hit the speed dial 3. He waited impatiently for the phone to start ringing and then be picked up. Of course, it didn't actually take that long before the unibanged agent answered, but it felt a lot longer to Heero, who was trying to make himself as small as possible to escape his partner's notice.
~03 speaking.~
"Trowa," even though he was worried, Heero's voice remained calm. "We need you in my office. Quatre's gone ZERO."
~What happened?~ Trowa's voice was equally as calm, with just a touch of concern.
"The child Duo was sent to pick up is in bad shape," the former Wing pilot explained. "Apparently, he was in the custody of Quatre's older sister, Petunia, and she called him a freak."
~I'm on my way.~
"Hn," Heero grunted as he hung up the phone.
Trowa clicked his phone shut and picked up his pace. He had started toward Heero and Quatre's office as soon as Heero said his lover had gone ZERO, but now that he knew the full situation, he had to get there quickly. When he arrived, he spotted the Wing pilot behind his desk, trying to avoid notice. His little lover was pacing the room like a caged animal.
"Quatre," he wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist, stopping his progress. "He'll be here soon."
"But Trowa," blank teal eyes looked up at him, "she called me..."
"I know," he cut him off, smoothing the blonde curls.
Quatre tried not to cry as he came out of his stupor, "How could she? She's my own sister!"
"She's always been jealous of you, you know that," Trowa soothed.
"But why?" he asked quietly. "Why is she so jealous of me? Of us?"
"You know the answer to that," the unibanged man sighed.
Quatre bowed his head, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. He did know why.
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Almost half an hour after he hung up the phone with his lover, Duo finally arrived at the Preventers office. He parked the car right in front of the entrance, someone would be sent to move it later, and raced around to the back to retrieve his cargo. He didn't know if the little chibi would calm the blonde former pilot or not, but it was always worth a shot. But first, the boy needed medical attention.
Once the chibi was safely in his arms, he ran into the building and made a beeline for the medical bay. Without breaking stride, he threw the doors open and ran inside, placing the boy on a free bed while he began frantically searching for the doctor.
"Sally!" he called, not having spotted her.
"What is it, Duo?" the onsite doctor asked, coming out of her office, the most obvious place to look, but one the braided man had skipped.
"Get out here," he tapped his foot impatiently. "I've got a kid here who needs you."
"Oh, of course," she switched to doctor mode immediately. "Let me have a look."
She made her way over to the bed where Duo had placed the chibi and began her examination. It was difficult, what with the dirt and grime that covered almost every inch of the child, but she managed to clean most of it up. After a thorough check up, she began treating the obvious injuries, but the long term ones, such as the malnutrition would require time to correct fully.
"Who were his care givers?" she asked with a frown as she bandaged up a rather nasty cut on his leg.
"Petunia and Vernon Dursley," the braided man rattled off easily, he would forever remember those names and, if Shinigami had anything to say about it, would make sure they rotted in hell. "Though they obviously didn't like him. We were just supposed to bring him in for blood work."
"I'll do that then," she pulled a syringe from her pocket and very carefully withdrew a small vial of the boy's blood. "So this is Quatre's 'dead' son..."
"Say what?" Duo turned to her so quickly his braid came around and smacked him in the face, but he didn't seem to notice.
She looked up from what she was doing, "Oh, that's why he needs the blood work done. His file says he is Trowa and Quatre's son. We want to be entirely sure, so we are double checking."
"You're insane!" Duo protested, pulling the child back into his arms, once Sally had removed the needle and placed a bandage over the puncture wound of course. "Two guys can't have a baby together!"
"Is that so?" a calm voice said from the doorway, and he turned to see Trowa leaning on the frame. "You of all people, Duo, should know that there are exceptions to every rule."
"You stay away from him," the braided man cradled the child closer, not sure if he believed the former Heavyarms pilot.
"Duo, calm down!" Trowa blinked in surprise at his actions, he'd never seen the self-proclaimed Shinigami so riled up.
"What does she mean? How can this kid be yours and Quat's?"
"It's true," Trowa nodded. "He was born in the middle of the wars. We had no choice at that point but to give him to someone else until the war ended. Unfortunately, the couple we chose was killed and the house destroyed a year later. We thought he had died too. That is if we are correct in our assumptions that that is Hayden."
Duo nodded, he couldn't deny the pain he heard in the other's voice, "We arrested the Dursleys."
"Good," Trowa finally stepped into the room and held out his hands for the chibi.
With a resigned sigh, Duo shifted the boy into Trowa's arms. Even with all the commotion and noise going on around him, the chibi was almost asleep, but they couldn't blame him, it was a lot to take in at once, especially for one so young.
"Hello, little one," the unibanged man smiled down at the chibi, even though his eyes were closed.
Two emerald orbs fluttered open sleepily, and Trowa had to force the smile to remain on his face. There was no mistaking those eyes, this was his baby.
"What's your name, little one?" he asked quietly, knowing he needed to take things rather slow, just like with one of his lions at the circus.
"Freak," the chibi spoke in just above a whisper.
"I don't think that's your name," Trowa frowned slightly, but his tone remained light.
"At school it Harry," he said in the same quiet voice, as if scared to speak any louder.
"Harry Potter?"
Harry nodded. That was what his teacher called him. He liked his teacher, she was nice, like this man, who had his eyes.
"There were no errors with the tests," Sally shook her head as she came back into the room. "He is your son."
Trowa's eyes hardened slightly, how could he let something like this happen to his own son? He should've been there for the one innocent that meant the world to him. He finally looked down at the chibi, unable to stop the smile from crossing his face, it didn't matter now, he would make it up to his son.
"You're safe now, little one," he hugged Harry tightly to his chest. "Daddy's got you."
"Daddy?" Harry looked up confused. He didn't have a daddy.
"That's right," Trowa nodded.
He didn't quite understand, but if this man wanted to be his daddy, he'd let him, he was nice. With that he relaxed and fell asleep.
"He's really your son?" Duo looked incredulously from Trowa to Sally. "And Quatre's? How is that even possible?"
"I'll explain later," Trowa smiled at the braided pilot. "Duo, I'd like you to meet Hayden Barton Winner."
"Well no shit," he shook his head, still amazed. "No wonder Quat was going ZERO."
Trowa nodded, rocking Harry slightly as he slept, just glad to have his son back. A moment later, Quatre and Heero entered the ward. The unibanged man turned with a smile.
"Quatre," he went over to his lover, the child still cradled to his shoulder. "It's Hayden."
Teal eyes brightened as they filled with tears, "Let me hold him, Trowa. Let me hold my baby."
The former Heavyarms pilot's smile softened as he shifted his son into the blonde's arms. This is how they should've been for the past five years. Quatre, however, only had eyes for the chibi.
"My Hayden," he smiled softly as he kissed the raven locks.
Harry shifted slightly, but only brought his thumb up to his mouth and began sucking on it, still fast asleep. Duo covered his mouth so as not to disturb the chibi with his cooing as he leaned on his own lover. Heero just smirked as he wrapped his arms around the braided man, happy for his partner.
"We named you his guardians if anything happened to us during the war," Trowa said quietly into the room, holding the other couple in his gaze.
"Really?" Duo straightened, taken aback slightly.
Quatre nodded, finally looking up from his sleeping son, "He was born after I met you, and Trowa had met Heero. And Wufei is also included in that."
The two men in the room were gobsmacked. Why would Quatre and Trowa give them that honor? There was never any guarantee that any of them would survive this war.
"We trust you," the blonde shook his head. "It shouldn't be that surprising that we would extend that trust to the care of our son."
Heero nodded, "Mission accepted."
"It's not a mission, Heero," Quatre giggled, disturbing the chibi slightly.
"It's still accepted," the former Wing pilot smirked.
Harry gave a yawn, "I sorry, Aunt Tuney," he muttered sleepily. "I dinnit mean to fall sleep."
"Shh, Hayden, she's not here," Quatre whispered into his son's hair, rubbing his back soothingly. "Papa and Daddy are here now and we are never letting you go again."
"Daddy?" Harry rubbed his eyes, looking for the nice man with the same eyes as him.
Trowa leaned over the blonde's shoulder so the chibi could see him, "I'm still here, little one."
Harry nodded before going back to sleep. He felt safe with the nice man near. And he was so sleepy, he couldn't keep his eyes open.
"Let's go home," Quatre held Harry a bit tighter, afraid someone might snatch him away again. "We need to get him settled."
"We'll put in for some time off," Trowa put his hand on his lover's shoulder. "Hayden deserves our undivided attention right now."
Quatre smiled brightly up at the taller man. Trowa couldn't help but run the back of his fingers over the blonde's cheek.
"Which means," he chuckled slightly, remembering they had an audience, "Heero and Zechs will get time off as well."
"Poor Wufei and Duo though," the blonde Arabian sent a look at the braided man.
"We all live in the same house," Duo shrugged.
"But you'll still have to work during the day," Quatre teased.
"So?" the self-proclaimed Shinigami grinned. "I'll just be looking forward to coming home everyday."
Trowa threw his head back and laughed, trust Duo to say something like that. The noise caused Harry to wake up. He shifted till his green eyes fell on his daddy. He decided he liked the sound of his daddy's laughter.
"Shh," Quatre soothed, rubbing his son's back again. "It's alright."
Harry giggled quietly. His daddy's laugh was catching.
"I'm sorry I woke you, little one," Trowa tussled the already messy hair.
This caused the chibi to giggle more, "Daddy's laugh nice."
The four former pilots all chuckled, this chibi was just too adorable. Harry, not used to all the attention, snuggled deeper into Quatre's hold. The blonde gave him a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
"Papa?" green eyes blinked up at him curiously.
"That's right, baby," Quatre kissed his head.
Harry nodded, closing his eyes again. He didn't mind having two daddys, he just wanted to feel wanted, like he did right now.
"We should get him home," the blonde looked up into his lover's eyes, though only one was visible through his hair.
"Yeah," Trowa agreed.
The couple made their way out of the ward, Harry still cradled protectively against Quatre's chest. Duo and Heero shared a look before they followed them out. As they made their way out of the building to the parking lot, they heard a huge commotion.
The four of them turned to see a huge man being hauled into the building, followed by a tall woman. Both of them were yelling at the agents escorting them. Behind them, in the arms of a particularly frustrated looking agent, was a small beach ball shaped boy who was screaming at the top of his lungs.
Quatre smirked at the sight. It was time to take care of this. He very gently handed Harry over to Trowa before stepping into view.
"You disgusting little freak!" the woman screamed when she saw him. "Father should've drowned you when you were born!"
"So says you, sister," the blonde shot back. "For the abuse you have placed on my baby, I disown you from the Winner family. How dare you treat any child as such, much less mine!"
"That child is an abomination!" she shrieked. "It should've never been born! You're no Winner! You killed Mother and Father!"
Harry whimpered slightly from where he rested in Trowa's arms, woken by the shouting. Trowa just rubbed soothing circles on his back. The former Heavyarms pilot wasn't going to stop his lover from exacting his revenge, but he also wasn't going to scare his son.
"Hush, little one," he soothed quietly. "They are never going to hurt you again."
Harry looked up into the nice man's eyes. He nodded slowly, he trusted him. But the one calling himself Papa was scaring him.
Quatre finally walked over and stood toe to toe with Petunia, and even though she had a few inches on him, managed to look down his nose at her, "Blood runs thicker than water, sister!"
"You are no relation of mine!" Petunia screeched. "You and Lily were both freaks! And your son is no different!"
"You are no Winner, Petunia," he sneered. "We protect our own! Even to death, if we have to! I thought Father would've taught you that family is the most important thing in the world!"
"And I thought Father would've taught you that you are soiling the Winner name with your filth!" she snarled.
"You are the odd one out," teal eyes narrowed into a glare. "None of our other sisters would do what you have."
"That's what you think!" she put her nose in the air, using her extra height to her advantage now. "They would've never accepted a freak like you, or your spawn!"
"Says you!" ZERO was starting to break through. "Family is family! It doesn't matter what you think!"
Harry couldn't help but watch the little blonde stand up to his aunt. He didn't understand what they were saying to each other, but he knew that his aunt was getting mad.
"He's doing that for you, little one," Trowa whispered in his ear, having noticed where the chibi's attention was located. "Your Papa loves so much."
"I disinherited myself so that you could have peace!" Quatre struggled to keep his volume down. "I would have liked to think that any of my sisters would have done the same. But you are no sister of mine!" He turned to look at Wufei, who was leading this procession, "Make sure they get the highest sentence possible and are never allowed to have children in their care, ever."
"I'll pass it on to Lady Une," Wufei quirked a brow, not sure what was going on here, but knowing he didn't want to get on the blonde's bad side.
"Thank you," Quatre's serene smile was back in place as he stepped away from the group and allowed them to head inside. "We'll see you at home, Wufei."
The Chinese man nodded and followed the team into the building. The blonde turned on his heel and headed back to the others. He pulled his phone out and placed a call to Rashid, letting him know they were on their way home.
Trowa placed the chibi in the back, before sliding into the driver's seat. Quatre claimed shotgun, while Duo and Heero crawled in on either side of Harry. The little chibi looked at both of them in confusion. He knew the nice girl with the braid had promised to take him away from Aunt Tuney's but who was the other guy?
"We live with your Papa and Daddy," Duo explained with a smile.
Harry nodded, that made sense, "What's your name, Lady?"
Duo's mouth fell open, as Heero snorted.
"Hee-chan," the braided man pouted.
"You Hee-chan?" Harry's little brows scrunched together. "That's a funny name."
"Nah," he ruffled the raven locks. "I'm Duo Maxwell. I may run and hide but I never tell a lie." He then pointed to Heero, "That is Heero, but I like to call him Hee-chan."
"Du-o," Harry frowned. "I Freak. And I lie all the time, Aunt Tuney says so."
"You are not," came his Papa's voice from the front. "You are Hayden Barton Winner, and the sweetest little boy on the whole Sphere."
"But Aunt Tuney says, I bomb in nation," he frowned.
Quatre shook his head. That was another thing he would see that woman pay for.
"Naw," Duo laughed, ruffling his hair again, "Hee-chan's the only bomb in this nation."
Harry looked over at Heero, "Why Du-o call you Hee-chan?"
"Because he's a baka," the former Wing pilot deadpanned, causing his lover to pout.
"What a ba-ka?" the chibi frowned.
"Uncle Heero is just teasing," Quatre turned and glared at the brunette. "We don't talk like that, it isn't nice."
Heero shrugged. He wouldn't apologize for it, it was true. He may love Duo but that didn't stop him from being a baka.
"It means idiot," Trowa said quietly, noting the quivering lip in the rear view mirror. "Which is calling someone stupid. Do you think Uncle Duo is stupid?"
Green eyes widened as Harry shook his head. However, his expression quickly morphed into a frown as he turned back to the braided man.
"Uncle Duo?" he asked. "Why not Aunt Duo?"
The other occupants in the car tried not to laugh. That had to be the most adorable thing they had ever heard. While it was true that some people mistook Duo for a girl, most never commented on it in such a manner.
"I'll let ya in on a little secret," Duo leaned in conspiratorially, trying not to blush at the child's innocent question. "I'm really a guy."
"But hair?" Harry's eyes were wide at the revelation as he pointed at the meter braid.
"What, this?" he held up his braid. "This ain't nothing. Wait till you see Zechsypoo's hair."
Harry giggled too.
"And who knows," Duo tweaked the little button nose, "maybe with a little persuasion, your daddy and papa will let you grow yours out to be this long."
The chibi's nose scrunched up as he crossed his arms in a pout, "I not a girl."