My Last Name

By Ammie Hawk and Neph Champion

AN: Okay, I'm sorry I put ya'll through such a long ass wait, but hey, shit happens. I haven't wanted to touch this story cause it, among others, was causing me to burn out on writing. However, I will try and get this out quickly *crosses fingers*. I can't make any promises though, the editing on this fic is no minor feat.

Neph: I'm sorry too, for not kicking Ammie's ass into gear on this fic.

Chapter 3

Albus Dumbledore was sitting quietly in the Headmaster office of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, happily sucking on a lemon drop and humming contentedly to himself. It was almost time for his routine check up on one Harry Potter. He smiled slightly, his little pawn was coming along nicely enough. He needed the brat to be meek and reliant on him.

It was a shame that his parents had to die for his little hero to begin the journey though, but it couldn't be helped. He would miss having the back up that Lily and James provided him, they had been exceedingly talented. And what with Sirius Black locked up in Azkaban, his force had taken another blow. But alas, it would all work out in the end, he had made sure of it.

"Time to check Number Four," he consulted his pocket watch.

He left his office, whistling merrily as he calmly changed his appearance into one of Vernon Dursley's business associates. He walked out the front doors of the castle and apparated away, there were definite perks about being the headmaster of the prestigious school.

He arrived on the quiet street, unnoticed by the Muggle residents of Privet Drive. He then made his way to number four, still whistling. When he reached the front door, he rapped sharply against the closed portal. A frown marred his wizened features when there was no answer. He tried again. After the third attempt, he had to concede that there was no one home.

Quickly throwing up a disillusionment charm, he made his way around to the back of the house. He made sure no one was watching before he pulled his wand and tapped the lock on the back door. When the lock clicked open, he slipped inside.

It was obvious at a glance that there was no one here. Where were the Dursleys? And, more importantly, where was his pawn?

He made his way over to the cupboard under the stairs and looked inside. All of the brat's meager possessions were still there, but where was the boy? Surely the Dursleys wouldn't have taken him anywhere with them, especially after all his instructions to them over the past four years.

He turned sharply as he heard the front door being unlocked. Quickly making sure his charm was still firmly in place, he flattened himself against the wall, out of the way. A moment later, a tall blond man entered and went straight to the cupboard.

"Poor Hayden," the blond muttered quietly under his breath, "he didn't deserve this. No one does."

Zechs Merquise, also known as Milliardo Peacecraft, and Agent Wind of the Preventers, knelt down outside the cupboard under the stairs, his mission clear. However, before he could gather any of the belongings, he stiffened. He was sure he felt someone watching him, even though a cursory sweep had yielded no visual occupants within the house. That didn't mean anything though. So, with all the subtlety he possessed, he pulled his wand from its place on his forearm and muttered "Homenum revelio". He almost snarled when he saw who it was.

"Fancy meeting you here, Professor Dumbledore," he said, calmly straightening up and turning around.

"And you are?" the aged headmaster dropped the charm, as it obviously wasn't working on this specific individual.

"No one you'll be remembering," the blond smirked cockily.

"We'll see about that," Dumbledore scoffed.

"You underestimate me, old man. Your first and last mistake," the former OZ lieutenant shook his head.

"Where is Harry Potter?" Dumbledore demanded.

"Safe," Zechs answered calmly.

"He needs to be here!" the old wizard snarled.

"There you are quite mistaken," ice blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "This house is no place for a child, simply due to the fact of the people living in it. Harry has been taken somewhere quite safe, and very much out of your reach."

"He is safest here!" Dumbledore shot a spell at Zechs.

"No, he is not!" the 'Lightning Count' dodged easily and sent back his own spell.

"And why do you believe that?" the aged Headmaster barely managed to avoid the spell, but sent an Obliviate at the interfering blond.

"Because," Zechs dodged again, this time however, he aimed slightly off his actual mark and caught Dumbledore as he tried to dodge in a full body bind, "he is now with family that actually cares about him."

Dumbledore's usually twinkling eyes were cold as they glared up at his assailant.

"You will never touch Hayden again, old man," the blond sneered.

With that being said, Zechs gathered up the belongings from the cupboard and left the house, the old man still lying inside. He growled quietly as he walked out to his empty car. He really needed to call Une and get this cleared up now. He snatched his cellphone off his belt and hit speed dial 0.

~Une speaking,~ it was picked up on the second ring.

"Lady, there is someone in that house," he tried valiantly to keep his voice calm, but it was a losing battle.

~A thief?~ his commander asked concerned.

"Doubtful," Zechs snarled. "I believe it was the man that placed Hayden with those animals in the first place."

~Excuse me?~ her voice now turned incredulous. ~You apprehended him, didn't you?~

"He isn't going anywhere at the moment," the blond ran his hand through his hair agitatedly. "But I need back up before I take him into custody. Can you send someone to the front? I'll be there in five."

~What kind of back up are we talking about here, Zechs?~ Lady Une asked coldly. ~My four top agents have already left for the day.~

"Then send me the fifth," he said through gritted teeth. "This man is dangerous."

~I'll send 05 down immediately.~ she sighed. ~He'll meet you at the door.~

"Yes, Lady Une," he nodded, even though she couldn't see him without the vid feature activated.

He hung up the phone and, after making sure no one would notice his departure, apparated back to Headquarters. Hopefully Wufei would be waiting for him when he arrived. He really wanted to get home now and meet the boy he was protecting.

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Wufei Chang scowled as he placed his cellphone back in its holder on his belt. He had been about to leave for the day, but now Lady Une had a mission for him. This had better be worth his time. He left his office and prowled down the corridor, scowl still firmly planted on his face. Damn whoever's fault this was!

An unsuspecting intern, who had just entered the hallway to run a file down to archives, was reduced to tears when the agent's glare landed on her. After that, everyone else gave him a wide berth, which was just fine with him.

When he finally reached the lobby, he stormed over to the front door to await whatever fucking rookie Une had decided to pair him up with this time. There was a reason Maxwell was his partner, damn it! His expression turned to confusion when he spotted his lover.

"Come along, 05," the blond said seriously. "We haven't a moment to lose."

"What happened?" Wufei fell into step easily. "I was about to head home."

"Outside," Zechs hissed. "I don't want to be overheard."

The former Shenlong pilot frowned in confusion, but nodded anyway and continued to follow. In silence, Zechs led his lover around the building to the parking garage, but didn't make a move toward one of the vehicles.

"What's going on, Zechs?" Wufei asked calmly, though inside he was anything but.

"When I went to retrieve Hayden's belongings from his aunt's house, I met an old acquaintance of mine," the blond said, taking hold of his lover's arm. "A wizard acquaintance."

"I see," the Chinese man took a step closer. "What happened then?"

"I managed to place a bind on him, but I don't know how long it will hold," the former OZ soldier shook his head. "He's an exceptionally powerful wizard. I also believe he's the one that placed Hayden in the Dursleys' care. It was obvious that he didn't know about the large Winner family, or the fact that Quatre was Hayden's father."

"What are we waiting for then?" Wufei frowned.

Zechs nodded, pulling the smaller man more securely into his arms and turning on the spot. They arrived, a moment later, in the kitchen of number four Privet Drive. Wufei shook his head, trying to clear it from the short journey.

"I hate apparating," he muttered sullenly.

"I know," the blond apologized, tracing his hand along the stubborn jaw. "But it was the fastest way."

Wufei leaned slightly into the comforting touch, "Let's get this over with."

Zechs nodded and pulled his gun from his belt, his wand held tightly in his other hand. Wufei followed suit, covering his lover's back. Only the house was completely devoid of anyone, let alone a supposedly paralyzed wizard. The blond swore, loudly and in several different languages. The former Shenlong pilot had to agree with him, this was not good.

"I took too long," a slightly shaky hand ran through the long blond locks irritably. "Damn it!"

"What's done is done, Zechs," Wufei placed his hand on his lover's back. "Let's report this to Une and go home."

"You're right," Zechs sighed.

He slipped his arms back around the younger man to take them back to headquarters. Wufei tried to relax within the hold as they apparated again.

Once they were back, it didn't take them long to report what had happened to their superior. They had to endure a rather long winded lecture for not apprehending the suspect and allowing him to escape. But finally they were heading out the door and on their way home.

Slightly defeated, they arrived at the house. They were both contemplating just heading up to bed when they saw their blond housemate holding a small child to his shoulder. Without a second thought, they went over to the pair.

"Is he alright?" Wufei asked, his voice laced with concern.

Quatre nodded, a soft smile gracing his rather boyish face, "We're just about to have dinner, if you two would like to join us?"

"I make it," Harry said quietly, trying to squirm out of his father's arms. "I sorry I dinnit eawier."

"No, Baby," the former Sandrock pilot chided gently, refusing to relinquish his hold. "It's Daddy's turn to make dinner."

"Daddy?" green eyes blinked questioningly up at the blond.

"That's right," Quatre nodded.

"The man wif my eyes?"

"Yes," the smile was back, "that's your daddy."

"I sowwy," he bowed his head.

"Whatever for, Baby?" Quatre rubbed soothing circles on his son's back.

"I shoulda make dinner," he bit his lip as tears filled those innocent eyes.

"No, Hayden," the blond shook his head. "It isn't your responsibility."

"I make dinner aways," he frowned. "And bweakfas, and sometimes lunch, when I not in school."

Teal eyes stared in slight horror at his tiny son. Petunia had demanded that of him. How dare she?

"You can help make the meals," Zechs stepped in, lifting the child from Quatre's arms. "But you will not be making them on your own, okay?"

"Who you?" Harry whimpered slightly, not liking this strange man taking him away from the nice man who called himself his Papa.

"This is your Uncle Zechs, Hayden," Quatre supplied, stepping up next to the former Tallgeese pilot.

"Papa," the chibi reached for the smaller, more familiar blond.

The former Sandrock pilot took his son back, "Hush Hayden, it's alright."

He held him in his arms like an infant. The fact was, he was so small he almost looked like one.

"My apologies," Zechs sighed, it looked like they all had their work cut out for them.

"It's alright," Quatre waved it off. "Hayden only really likes me, Trowa, and Duo at the moment."

The other two had never seen the blond Arabian look so happy, yet so sad at the same time. They resolved themselves to help in whatever way they could. This child was now a part of their makeshift family and they would do whatever it took to make him realize that.

"I need to speak with Duo," Wufei sighed, shaking his head.

Without waiting for a reply, he turned on his heel and went in search of his partner. They had a few things to take care of before they could wrap this case up completely. He found Duo a moment later, sitting in the parlor with Heero.

"Maxwell, we need to talk," he said without preamble, knowing both former Gundam pilots had known of his approach.

"What is it, Fei?" amethyst eyes looked at him curiously.

"You need to fill out your share of the paperwork on the Dursley case," he sighed, running his hand down his face. "You were the first on the scene after all. And the sooner we get this accomplished, the sooner they can be prosecuted."

Duo nodded, "I'll take care of it after dinner. Was that it, Wuffers?"

"With you, yes," a dark scowl crossed the distinctly Asian features. "However, I would like a word with Heero, privately, if you don't mind."

"Alright," the former Wing pilot nodded. He leaned over and placed a surprisingly gentle kiss on Duo's temple before pushing to his feet. "Let's go."

Wufei led the way into the hall and headed toward the library, where they would be granted a semblance of privacy. Heero followed without a word, knowing that he would receive his answers once they reached their destination.

"There is a wizard after Hayden," the former Shenlong pilot said once the door was securely closed behind them. "Zechs and I were unable to apprehend him earlier. That is why we are so late."

Prussian blue eyes narrowed dangerously, "Name?"

"You'd have to ask Zechs," Wufei sighed. "He didn't tell me. I only know that he is highly dangerous, as Zechs requested my help."

Heero nodded, "We'll have to pull out all the stops on security then."

The Chinese agent nodded in agreement, "You should ask Zechs before we all head to bed."

A smirk crossed the 'Perfect Soldier's' features, this was going to be a challenge, and he was looking forward to it.

"Trowa should have dinner ready soon," Heero said, changing the subject suddenly.

Almost as if on cue, a bell sounded, announcing the evening meal. In the other room, Duo stretched and yawned, before hoisting himself off the couch. He entered the hallway, and upon spotting Quatre, went over and relieved him of the chibi in his arms.

"Hey, Hayden," he grinned down at the boy.

"Unc'e Duo!" Harry beamed, wrapping his arms around the braided man's neck.

"That was bell for dinner," Quatre smiled at the pair. "Why don't we go eat?"

Little did the blond know that what they had seen so far was only the tip of the iceberg of what the Dursleys had done to Hayden Barton Winner.

As soon as they entered the dinning room, Harry wriggled around in Duo's arms, until finally there was no choice but to place him on his own feet. The braided man tilted his head to smile down at the boy, but it slowly morphed into a frown. The chibi was not where he was supposed to be, instead he was making his way silently over to the corner. Amethyst eyes blinked in surprise before he headed off after him.

"Hey," he said, easily catching up, "what'cha doing, Hayden? Come eat with us."

"I not lowed," Harry sat himself down on the floor.

Duo's mouth fell open in shock. No wonder the kid was so tiny! He looked over his shoulder and nodded Quatre over. However, Trowa beat his lover to the punch.

"Hayden," he scooped his son into his strong arms, "you will eat with us."

The chibi nodded obediently, but a scowl marred his tiny features, "I Hawwy."

"No, that is not your name," the unibanged man shook his head. "We didn't give you that name."

"Mummy gave it," he pouted, that's what his teachers had said.

"That wasn't your Mummy," the former Heavyarms pilot sighed quietly. "that was your Aunt Lily."

Harry's frown deepened. Trowa just cuddled his son closer to his chest. He then handed his burden over to his blond lover as soon as they were at the table.

"It's okay, Baby," the Arabian soothed. "Lily was a very special lady. She can be your Mummy, just as long as I'm your Papa, and Trowa's your Daddy, okay?"

The little head bobbed happily, "Thank you, Papa."

"I did entrust her with your care after all," he smirked, nuzzling Harry's cheek, eliciting a small giggle. Oh, he remembered that night very well.

Flashback

He was still tired from giving birth to Hayden, but he couldn't linger any longer. He stole through the quiet town, the only figure owing to the lateness of the hour. He really should not have been out of bed yet at all, but he had no time to take care of his baby, even though he longed to. There was still too much to do, and the war was still raging around him.

When he finally reached his destination, he knocked quietly on the portal, hoping he wasn't being too much of a bother, waking them at this hour. A moment later the door was opened by a man with a head of tussled black hair, who looked half asleep.

"I'm sorry, James," he said breathlessly, "but this is an emergency. Can I come in?"

"Quatre?" a fist rubbed at hazel eyes, trying to focus on the blond. "Of course, come in."

"Thank you."

Quatre entered the house and almost collapsed on the couch, an instant away from falling immediately asleep. This really wasn't good for his weary body, but he had to do it.

"Let me run upstairs and get Lils," James stumbled away.

The Sandrock pilot nodded vaguely, instinctively rocking the bundle in his arms. A moment later, his youngest sister appeared and rushed over to his side.

"Quatre," she said urgently, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Lily," he smiled tiredly. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I need to ask for a favor."

"Anything, Quat, you know that," his sister reached out and smoothed the blond curls.

Quatre began to slowly unravel the blanket from around his precious bundle. As they fell away, the most adorable little face appeared. Lily had to clap her hand over her mouth to keep her excitement at bay. Her little baby brother had had a baby?

"Would you take care of my son for me, Lily, please?" the blond almost begged.

"Of course, Quatre," Lily nodded, her hand now hovering over her heart. "What's his name?"

Her nephew had to be the most adorable little boy she'd ever seen. His face was just as cherubic as her brother's and on top of his head was a nest of black hair, much like her husband's strangely enough.

"Hayden Barton Winner," the Sandrock pilot got her attention again with his quiet words. "I would take care of him myself, but his father and I have to finish what we started first. I have to do this."

"Don't worry about a thing, Quatre," Lily smiled. "We'd be honored to take care of your son for you. When was he born?"

"July 31st," the blond chuckled, that had only been a day ago.

"You can crash here until you recover, Quatre," Lily frowned at him, he shouldn't be up yet.

"I can't stay," he tried to push to his feet.

"Quatre, you can barely stand," his sister scolded, taking her nephew into her arms. "Stay the night at least."

"But I have to go," he protested weakly.

"Quatre, Quatre," the redhead shook her head. "You just gave birth. You need a day or two at least to rest and recover. OZ doesn't know about us, and they won't either."

"Don't make me go get her wand, Quat," James yawned from the doorway. "Cause I will."

She, like most of his sisters, whether or not he had met them, was standing firmly behind him. He smiled faintly in gratitude. It did feel nice to rest. And if he just closed his eyes for a moment...

End Flashback

Quatre shook his head slightly and placed Harry into a high chair they had set up for him. It had been the one they'd originally purchased for him when they thought they'd be bringing him home. The chibi, however, began pouting immediately. He didn't need a high chair!

"What's wrong, Little One?" Trowa asked curiously, catching the pout.

"I big boy," he huffed slightly.

"Course ya are," Duo smirked, going over and lifting the chibi into his arms. "And as a big boy, you can sit with Heero."

He plopped Harry on his boyfriend's lap, without so much as a by your leave. Wide, incredulous green eyes stared up at Heero, silently asking if this was, indeed, alright.

"Hn," the former Wing pilot grunted, piling food onto his plate one handed, the other holding the chibi securely.

Harry wasn't sure what to do. He didn't have a plate, and he couldn't eat Heero's food. He didn't want Heero to get mad at him after all, he looked like he could be scary.

After a moment, the 'Perfect Soldier' handed him a fork and scooted the plate closer to him. Those green eyes turned back at him, if possible, even wider than before.

"Eat," Heero said, using his own fork and starting on the food.

Harry looked at the plate, he knew he couldn't eat it all, but if Heero was going to share with him, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He inched forward, hesitantly, and took a small bit and hurriedly shoved it into his mouth. No one commented, so he took this as a good sign. With that thought in mind, he began eating more.

Heero watched the little chibi in his arms in fascination. He'd never actually been that close to a child this young before. And it didn't hurt matters that this one was really cute, and family.

Across the table, Duo smirked into his plate as he surreptitiously watched the pair. Quatre was smiling at them too. He was glad Harry was eating, and in the process getting closer to another in their ranks.

When Harry finally put his fork down, his tummy was satisfyingly full, amazingly enough. He leaned his head back on his 'chair' and yawned hugely. Duo giggled quietly at the adorable scene. Heero found himself smiling as well, unable to help himself.

"Tired, Chibi?" the shaggy haired brunet asked quietly.

Harry nodded, sleepily rubbing at his eyes. He had never felt so comfortable or full.

"Come along, Little One," Trowa went over and lifted his son into his arms. "Time for bed."

"Yes Daddy," the chibi slurred.

He bore his son up the stairs to the nursery, which was adjoining to his and Quatre's room. They had decorated this room before the Potter's death, back when Quatre was still pregnant actually, and had never had the heart to change the room. He was glad for that fact now that his son had been returned to them. However, it would have to be changed soon, but they would let Hayden have a say in it. For now, though, he would be sleeping in his crib, even though he'd probably pout about it in the morning. They'd fix it later though.

He tucked his son in and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his forehead, noticing for the first time the scar that marred the porcelain skin. He would find out what caused that tomorrow, even if he had to question the bitch himself. After that, he and Quatre would hunt down the bastard and kill him. Or take it out of the Dursleys' hides. Whichever was fine with him. Either would be wonderfully therapeutic for the young father.