Family Means Nobody Gets Left Behind

By: ForeversNobody

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (that wonderful universe belongs to Ms. Rowling); nor do I own Gundam Wing (I believe that honor still lies with Bandai, but I could be wrong – their website is being difficult and not letting me do searches to see…)

**NOTE!! This disclaimer applies to the rest of the fic! I will not be posting it again

Rating/Warning: uuuuummmm, imma have to go with M, just cuz I like to swear and also, I plan on making this a slash fic and therefore give as many lemons (and limes) as I want and/or as my readers request… I will warn you at the beginning of chapters which ones will contain lemons/limes

Authors Ramblings: Ok, so I love the Harry Potter series, as written by the wonderful Mrs. Rowling, but I do have one bone to pick with her – Harry was too well adjusted to 'normal' society. Seriously, the kid was locked in a cupboard for 10 years, verbally and mentally abused for as many and hell – in one scene in the second book, Petunia swung a frying pan at his head. Tell me you could have survived that and been perfectly normal and I'll call you a liar to your face. Now, I'm not saying every child is going to be severely fucked up, but they're going to have issues with proximity to other people and affection because they have been deprived of it for so long.

Well, sry about that – that's my degree in Social Work speaking. My inner worker gets indignant a lot, lol.

I am American who has never traveled out of my country (even to Canada – I know, sad), but I will try my hardest to stick to British slang and customs – feel free to correct me if I get it wrong!

Oh, and I apologize in advance! My beta is at her parents for the holidays and therefore can't get online, so this is unchecked, except by myself. I'll have her fix it later, but I just wanted to get this out there for you guys! Enjoy and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!

Genre: Angst/Romance/Action/Adventure

Pairing(s): yeeeeeeaaaaa – imma let you figure that out on your own for now ;)

Summary: He had given up on wishing for a new family years ago – long before he found out he was a wizard and the horrible truth about what had happened to his parents. But sometimes, Gods are just as good at procrastinating as humans – but they get to their duties, eventually.

Chapter 2:

Normally, the resulting DNA matches from the Family Reconstruction Act are sent to the people and/or families at their homes – imagine the headache if they were all sent to the Preventers. However, this particular match only listed one family, the other section was headed CLASSIFIED and only listed an Agent's ID number. Knowing that any information on the Special Agents, which consisted of the top 200 Agents within all of Preventers, could only be seen by certain people within the agency, Major Sally Po assumed this had something to do with the twelve Special Agents situated here in London. She didn't automatically recognize the number, but that didn't mean anything because she dealt with so many on a daily basis. Typing the number into the database, she froze, staring at the results in her hand vs. the info the computer had brought up in disbelief.

This couldn't be right, it had to have been a mistake. She picked up the phone and called the F.R.A. Database Center in Ireland.

The lab tech seemed confused as to why they were re-doing a test, but shrugged and said they would have it back in a couple of weeks.

Sally was once again staring at the results in her hand, not quite believing what she was reading. Putting in another call to the Lab in Ireland, the tech she spoke to was not so understanding this time – especially when Sally inquired about possible cross-contamination. Deciding to cut her loses, Sally asked for the remaining samples to be overnighted to her in London so she could test them again herself.

The samples arrived the next morning and Sally set to work. With no other similar tests being done, the results were ready by the end of the weekend.

Giddy with a multitude of emotions – shock, excitement and nervous energy – Sally made her way up to the Director's office with all three result sheets.

Being the Director for the Preventers had its perks and benefits, most people were too afraid to approach her. However, there were a few people who were comfortable enough in their ability to get the hell out of dodge and slip out of difficult situations like they were covered in butter; people who were not afraid to do as they pleased, even in her presence. Major Sally Po was one of them.

Paying no heed to the frantic secretary trying to stop her, Sally barged into Commander Une's office. She marched right up to Une's desk and tossed the results on top of the papers Une had been reading. "You are not going to believe this."

Noting the letter head on the results, Une raised her eyebrow. "Any particular reason I'm looking at these? Because I know all of my family." Picking up the file, she sifted through to the personal information page. Unlike Sally, she immediately recognized the Agent ID number – her head shot up. "You're sure about this? We can't go to them with a hoax or a mix up."

Sally's grin didn't diminish. "I had the Lab check it twice and I checked it myself a third time. It's a positive match." She was practically vibrating in place.

Une flipped back to the other relation's page and came across the family that supposedly matched one of her top agents. "Well, we'll need to call of them in at once to notify him – they're practically fam - " She cut herself off sharply to stare at the names. The family name alone didn't mean anything, but compared with the name of their nephew – to say Une was shocked was an understatement.

"You're absolutely positive – there's no doubt what-so-ever in your mind? Not even a fraction of a percent?" Une barked. First it was one of her top agents – now this? She hoped this was the last of the 'good news' – she wasn't sure she could take anymore heart-stopping jolts without serious repercussions to her health.

Sally was confused at Commander Une's sudden reaction, but nodded any way. "Like I said, it was triple checked." She snorted. "I didn't believe it at first either, hence the double check at the lab and the fact that I personally tested it. You should have seen the faces of the lab techs – there were not happy when I asked about cross-contamination."

Une snorted. "No, I would think not." She sighed "Well, there's nothing for it, we'll have to notify him – them - and then this family." She looked up at Sally. "This isn't protocol, but I'd prefer they all hear it from me first and that it doesn't get out to the general populace until they deem it should, okay?"

Sally nodded and turned to walk out at the clear dismissal. "Good luck." She called over her shoulder, not bothering to hide her amusement.

Une looked at the results again. "I'm going to need a hell of a lot more than luck."

Sifting through the paperwork again, she pulled out the contact information for a Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dursley. Dialing the number, she couldn't help but anticipate the reaction her news would bring from her agents and the family she was contacting too – praying it was a favorable outcome. Little knowing the jinx she had just placed on herself was nothing compared to the headache she was going to encounter when Mrs. Dursley answered the line.

Petunia was livid. First the brat hadn't woken up on time, so breakfast was late, and then he had gone and broken one of her favorite dishes because her Diddykins had walked by! And now he was in the garden, supposedly weeding, but instead he was digging up her rose bush!! She stormed outside. "What the devil are you doing, you freak?! I just had that planted!!"

Harry jerked backwards, but was unable to fully avoid the swing his aunt was taking at his hands – she caught the top of his still injured wrist. His 'tumble' to the kitchen floor at the beginning of the summer wasn't overly damaging, but his constant chore list and therefore inability to let it rest was not helping.

Overbalancing, he plopped onto his butt and immediately threw his hands up to cover his head from the rebound swing Aunt Petunia had aimed. "Wait! Aunt Petunia, I can explain!"

She stood facing him with her hands on her hips. "Well?!"

"I wasn't getting rid of it! Honest! I've been –" he froze and did some quick thinking on the rest of his sentence. Even though he wasn't going to school with Dudley anymore, his Aunt and Uncle did not like him knowing more than Dudley, but there was no way out of this. "I've been reading up on gardening to help me and this isn't the right soil for the Roses, so I was just going to move them to the other side of the yard so it won't die."

Petunia looked like she wanted to berate him some more, but was having difficulty finding the words. Then the phone rang. She settled on glaring. "You better have that rose replanted and be finishing these chores before I come back, you hear?!"

Harry quickly nodded, then tracked her progress back into the house, before allowing himself to flop backwards and cradle his wrist.

"Well, well – what do we have here? Slacking on your chores, freak? Wait 'til Dad hears you disobeyed Mum." Dudley's was obviously sneering and his words were echoed by multiple people snickering.

Harry groaned. Great, I still can't run on this ankle and now with my wrist, I'm not sure I'll be able to block them if they decide they want to practice Boxing today. Turning his head, he noticed that Dudley had almost all of his gang with him. He didn't even have time to realize what was happening, let alone react, before Dudley's foot connected solidly with the left side of his rib cage. Doubling over to wrap his arms around his torso, Harry missed the second foot coming as it connected with his face.

"This is boring – look, he's not even fighting back. Let's go to the park or something – there's bound to be more kids there." That was definitely Piers' voice, but Harry couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the rest of the conversation as their voices got quieter. His ribs were throbbing – thankfully they didn't feel broken – and his glasses had cracked again down the center. Figuring his Aunt would be a bit longer, Harry decided just lying there for another couple of minutes would be ok.

He must have lost track of time and been laying there for longer than he thought, because the next thing he knew Aunt Petunia was shrieking at him. "What in Gods name do you think you're doing, you good for nothing brat!! This garden needs to be finished TODAY, not next week!!" She stalked over and delivered another vicious kick to his ribs, though this time on the right side.

Harry coughed violently and rolled to the side. Well, at least I match now.

"Get UP!" Aunt Petunia's face was beginning to match Uncle Vernon's on a good day, so Harry decided he better not push his luck.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry rolled up onto his knees, forcing himself to ignore the shooting pain in his ribs and ankle. Aunt Petunia seemed satisfied with his progress and went back into the house. Grabbing the tape out of his back pocket, he set to fixing his glasses before grabbing the rose bush and setting back to work. Only five more weeks left – maybe less, if I can get to Ron's for a week or so.

Une stared at the phone in her hand – it had begun to make that annoying off-the-hook noise. Well, I can honestly say that's a first. She finally replaced it on the cradle when the mechanical voice began instructing her to hang up if she needed to dial again.

The phone only rang three times "Dursley residence." The female voice sounded stressed, but with forced politeness.

"Mrs. Petunia Dursley, please." Commander Une decided being polite back might calm the woman on the other end.

Instead, Petunia only sounded more wary when she answered. "Speaking. May I ask who is calling?"

"My name is Commander Ann Une of the Preventers. I understand you and your family came down to our office the other day –"

Petunia's feigned sincerity quickly disappeared as she cut the Director off. "Yes, we were rudely taken out of our home with no warning! I was assured that having the blood samples and filing the guardianship paper work – which, was not my responsibility anyway! – was all we were required to do, so I hope there were no issues, or any more 'required trips' in the near future!"

Une sat back in her chair. "No, Ma'am, there were no problems that I'm aware of. However, we came across some interesting news recently that concerns your family. I understand you have guardianship of your younger sister's son – a Harry Potter?" Une paused and inhaled. "it appears that you have a second nephew, Ma'am-"

"WHAT?! Impossible! I have no other siblings than Lily – who is dead! Has been for 14 years!"

"I understand this must come as a shock, Ma'am, but I was hoping you and your nephew would be willing to come down to headquarters to discuss this further –"

"Absolutely not!" Petunia was up in arms now and Une was getting angry that she kept getting cut off. "You are wrong about this, it must be a mistake -!"

"I can assure, Mrs. Dursley, it is not.-" Une tried talking over her, but Petunia just got louder.

" – will NOT have my family disrupted anymore! We already have the burden of looking after one freak! There's no way you are going to foist another off on me! Do NOT contact my family again!"

Une was left staring at her phone. That in no way went as she had planned, but there was no way she was leaving it as it was – especially after that last comment.

She reached for her phone and pressed the page button for her secretary. "Marisol – please page Agent Pride for me. Have him double-time it to my office."

"Agent Pride, over here! Hi, my name is Agent Shaheem Jeffers. Commander Une asked me to be your driver and back up for today."

Chang Wufei observed the man in front of him. Agent Jeffers was roughly 5'9", 160lbs – and very, very green. Wufei lifted his chin a bit higher, this was the only 'mission' he would even consider taking this other agent on as his back up. Jeffers was just not battle ready – thank god Une generally let them pick partners for missions.

As they both got into the car, Jeffers chattered on and on, but Wufei was a master at tuning it out. Well, at least Maxwell's good for something. He was still having trouble processing the information he had just had tossed on his lap. Wufei stared at the ID number on the top of the DNA results. It was a shock, to say the least. Both he and Winner knew their immediate and extended families and the others didn't really care. Although, Barton was still glad that when they had all entered their DNA into the F.R.A. system two years ago that he had found his last remaining relative – his sister. As for Yuy and Maxwell, well, they weren't holding their breath. After three years, the F.R.A. was almost finished – there were only a few dozen places left on Earth that the Preventers were checking for stragglers. The five of them had all but given up on finding anything new.

Wufei was glad that they had found something, but from the information Une had given him on the Aunt, he wasn't sure it was going to be. And that would be more crushing than not finding anything at all. His thoughts came to an abrupt halt, as he realized Jeffers had gone silent – and that the car had stopped.

"Alright, here's the deal." Agent Chang Wufei turned to Agent Jeffers "Commander Une informed me, and I'm assuming you as well, that the woman we are going to be speaking with can and will be difficult, but that her nephew apparently knows nothing of what's going on." Agent Jeffers frowned at that – by his understanding, the nephew was the brother of one of their agents (and a High one at that, if Agent Pride was involved), why wouldn't he have been informed? Jeffers just shook his head at some people's pigheadedness, got out of the car and followed Agent Pride to the front door of #4 Privet Drive.

Wufei was engrossed in the file he was reading, so Agent Jeffers knocked on the door.

Harry answered the door, trying not to limp or wince too noticeably. Two men were standing there, wearing the same uniforms of the people that had taken the family in for the blood tests at the beginning of the summer. Preventers. Harry remembered. The one on the left gave Harry a strange look, then peered down at his paperwork before his head shot back up once again, startling Harry into flinching back. Harry didn't, however, miss the tell-tale flick the Preventer's eyes did to his scar before settling back on his eyes. Harry sighed and stepped back to allow them entrance to the foyer.

Before either Harry or the dark-haired Asian Preventer could say anything, the one on the right asked "Is your mother home?" Harry gave him a revolted look. "Aunt Petunia! The Preventers are here." Hearing him through the door, Petunia came out of the kitchen glaring at him. "How many times have I told you not to holler, especially inside!…" She scolded. Harry hoped the two Preventers hadn't heard the muttered "ungrateful wretch" at the end of her sentence, but a quick glance in their direction and the dark haired one had his eyes narrowed at the woman.

"What can I do for you, gentlemen?" Petunia's glare didn't softened when her gaze shifted from Harry to the two Preventers. "I thought I was quite clear with your boss earlier that I didn't want you bothering my family any more!"

The Asian one gathered himself and spoke first. "My name is Agent Pride and this is Agent Jeffers. We're here, Mrs. Dursley, because we need you to come down to Preventers headquarters as Director Une informed you on the phone earlier today."

Petunia shot Harry another quick glare out of the corner of her eye this time, a clear signal to 'get lost'. Harry shrugged and turned to head upstairs, but Agent Chang – being closer – grabbed his arm to stop him. Chang's eyes narrowed even further when Harry couldn't suppress the barely noticeable flinch at the abrupt stop. "I believe this concerns you as well, Mr. Potter." Harry quirked an eyebrow at him, but stopped his ascent.

Petunia looked livid at the gall of this Preventer. "I will determine what does and does not concern my family, as I have already informed your commander! BOY! Go upstairs – your chores are done for the day!" Harry wasn't given the opportunity to move, as Agent Chang had yet to let go of his arm.

Agent Jeffers was watching his aunt closely, as she stood there practically vibrating with rage. "Unfortunately, Mrs. Dursley, neither of you have a choice today. Director Une has some questions concerning the proper documentation for the custody of Mr. Potter." Petunia went pale, but nodded jerkily. "Fine. Boy, go change out of those filthy clothes, we will be accompanying these gentlemen for the Preventer's London Headquarters." Harry raised an eyebrow at her, but complied.

Wufei's eyes followed the boy up the stairs. Even under the voluminous clothes, he could tell the boy was as waif-thin as Duo had been when they met all those years ago. Considering the difference in their childhoods, it didn't take him long to put the little snippets together to come up with at least mild neglect, if not out-right abuse. No wonder Une was concerned.

Petunia dithered in the foyer for a couple of minutes, just glaring that the Preventers as if they had personally offended her, then apparently made up her mind. She retrieved her coat from the rack and gestured to Agent Jeffers to lead the way – apparently disregarding her nephew altogether after issuing her 'request'. Wufei gave the boy an extra two minutes, before decided to go track him down.

Harry had made it up the stairs and into his bedroom before his determination gave out and he collapsed against the now closed door. His ankle was throbbing – probably broken - and he couldn't breathe properly without searing pain - but his ribs only ached, there were no sharp pains, so that meant they were just bruised rather than broken – this time. Harry sighed. Really, he thought, this is crazy! First Cedric and Voldemort and now Preventers - which will only make Uncle Vernon even more mad that I 'bothered' Aunt Petunia. Harry snorted. Not that it would matter that it's not my fault. He sighed again and straightened away from the door. Better get ready before they send the cavalry after me. He made it to the foot of his bed when his ankle gave out again and he went crashing to the floor. Harry cursed his life for the N th time in the last month and just sat there on his knees, balancing on his knuckles, head hung.

As he gathered his strength and braced himself on the newel post to lever himself up, his door sprung open. Startling violently, Harry tried to simultaneously swing around and vault himself backwards – succeeding in only crashing spectacularly to the floor via the chest of drawers. His ribs protested the contact and Harry was pretty sure that he would not be able to bear weight on his ankle anytime in the near future. "Merlin…" He sighed and just let his head fall back against the chest of drawers.

Wufei hadn't meant to spook the boy – especially not that badly, but honestly, all he had done was open the door and it hadn't even been loudly or quickly at that. "Are you alright, Mr. Potter?" Wufei moved slowly into the room and over to the fallen 15yr old. Harry just sighed and nodded. "Then I suggest we get you off the floor and changed so that we can be on our way. Director Une does not like to be kept waiting."

"Yea, ok. Just – uh, I need some help getting up." Wufei gave him an odd look "I – uh, got into a fight earlier. With Dudley – my cousin. And I, uh, kinda came off the worse for wear, ya know?" Harry tried not to wince at the blatant lie, he was getting too good at it for his own liking, but at his age he had to be more creative. It wasn't uncommon for gangly teens to trip down stairs, but there are only so many times you can use that excuse. Wufei gave him that odd look again, but helped Harry to stand and hobble to the bed. Harry reached over and pulled some fresh clothes from the wardrobe and gave Agent Chang a pointed look. To his credit, Wufei only raised an eyebrow before turning around, but deliberately not leaving the room.

Harry cleared his throat to signal that he was all set. Wufei turned and helped him off the bed, down the stairs and out to the car. Making sure the teenager was set in the backseat comfortably, he sent a quick prayer to his ancestors for the strength to deal with the insufferable onna who was ranting on and on about the unfairness the Preventers were showing her law-abiding family by harassing them like this.

Chapter End: TBC

ANs: I just want to say THANKIES!!! To all my reviewers and ppl that faved and put my story on alert!! I didn't really anticipate having that many people enjoy my work! *blushes*

On a side note, I can not promise to update on a regular basis, but I CAN promise that you will get updates!! So far, I have this story only going through 5th year, with a possible epilogue to just give closure to the story.

Also, a quick explanation: Magic DOES exist on the colonies, however, even though each witch or wizard has a magical core, they draw on energy from the ley lines and the inherent earth magics prevent colony-borns from being properly grounded. Therefore, they have magic – they are not rendered squibs - but they need to be on earth for a certain number of years before their magical reserves are at an acceptable level to sustain life and usage.