AN : Greetings, readers! As I likely should have mentioned before, thank you to everyone who has Followed, Favorited, and Reviewed! Also, I would like to apologize for the long wait. Various reasons, but essentially stuff happened and I wasn't in the headspace for writing. Again, I apologize for the delay.

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And now! Onward to Chapter NINE!

Quatre Reberba Winner casually read the first book of an adventure series that supposedly featured Harry Potter. The young man knew the book to be fiction, thanks to an email from Heero Yui. Within the email, Heero had proclaimed the Family Recontruction Act's database had identified the Potter boy as Heero's halfbrother, and the magical resources confirmed the results with a simple test. Heero being Heero, there was also a blatant request to dig incriminating information on Harry's non-magical family, the Dursleys, due to their poor treatment of the boy. Quatre had grudgingly passed the task to one of his many sisters, Rackelle, who specialized in civil law.

The CEO of Winner Enterprises was quite a busy young man. On this particular day, Commander Une of Preventers had asked him to meet with the British Minister of Magic. She decided to figuratively use honey (Quatre) to coax the Minister since the vinegar (Heero) didn't seem to work. The blond's wealth would allude to a bride, which would not be explicitly mentioned and certainly not fulfilled, where Heero's presence had been effectively a cinder block to the face.

And so, here he sat, reading one of the most fantastical adventure books he had ever picked up. Quatre pointedly ignored the disgustingly pink-robed witch at the secretary desk. Madame Umbridge had been sickenly sweet when she spoke to him. Of course, the former pilot was dressed to impress in tastefully expensive robes, open-front to showcase the quality suit underneath. Between the clothes and his personal business card, the reputedly unpleasant witch had been very accommodating. Quatre was glad he brought the book to ward off attempts at conversation.

At last the Minister of Magic stepped from his office and gestured for Quatre to enter. The CEO deftly placed his gold-plated bookmark before easing to his feet. His movements were calculated as he tucked the book into an inner-robe pocket. The more time he took, the stronger the implication that the younger man's time was more important than that of the older man.

Quatre ambled to the office door, passing Cornelius Fudge at the threshold. The minister attempted pleasantries as he wrung his hands absently. His visitor meandered about the office, obviously taking in the decor, while idly responding.

True to reports, the minister was a nervous, pudgy man with a slight quiver to his voice. Quatre considered taking pity on the man and letting his haughty, upperclass act slip. Indeed, the blond's usual kind and considerate personality was hidden behind his act of a spoiled snob. Duo would be rolling on the floor, he mused. But no, the act would be maintained for interacting with Fudge.

Perusal of decor completed, Quatre settled into the visitor chair before the large desk, gaze calculating as Fudge almost hurriedly assumed his own seat. A sly smile curled the teen's lips. "Let's talk business, shall we?"

The game was on.

Madame Bones escorted the teenage trio from her office. Alastor Moody trailed the boys to the lifts, his blue eye spinning in its socket as usual while the brown eye remained trained on the visitors. Something about the two older boys seemed familiar to the scarred man.

At the lifts, Duo turned to their shadow, a eyebrow raised in question. "Keeping up Constant Vigilance, eh?"

Alastor threw his head back to laugh in a rather disturbing way. "Which mobile suit Gundam did you pilot, boy?"

"Deathscythe," Duo replied. "But OZ called it 02."

"Wing Gundam, 01," supplied Heero.

Harry peered curiously at the older teens. Between living with the Dursleys and the Muggle-news blackout at Hogwarts, the Boy-Who-Lived had no idea what they were talking about. Like normal, however, he listened to piece together what he could so that questions could be answered later. It was a strategy that had served him well over the years. Harry had used this skill while in Madame Bones's office as well.

The conversation with the Head of the DMLE had been enlightening to the wizard-in-training. Harry had listened intently as the Preventors and witch discussed their law practices and what documentation was supposed to be kept. As the case of Sirius Black was supposed to be open to the public, there should have been much more paperwork available than what the boys found. Any document stored in that chamber may be summoned and a duplicate of the page would appear before the ministry worker. The Banished parchment would return to the recycle area, where the ink would be magically erased. Of course, anyone not employed by the ministry must ask for assistance. Amelia had been a regular Auror at the time of Black's arrest, and she told the boys what she remembered from that time. In the end, the witch promised to investigate the details of Black's trial.

Back to the present, Harry noted that Moody's smile was a little frightening as he talked about the mobile suit war that Herro and Duo were apparently veterans of. The soon-to-be third year didn't know what a mobile suit was, other than some sort of weapon by the sounds of it. He only vaguely knew of the Alliance and OZ from Vernon's spiels back on Privet Drive.

At long last, the lift returned, and the teenage trio boarded. Moody retraced his steps back to Madame Bones's office. Meanwhile, Nymphadora Tonks slipped back to her desk, well aware that her mentor knew of her eavesdropping.

A prematurely aged man stared as three teens left the Ministry's visitor exit. Keen eyes followed the youngest with a sort of agonized loneliness. Sandy brown hair, shot through with grey, swept across his scarred face thanks to the wind. Thin lips pursed under a small mustache as he noted the comfortable way the three boys interacted.

The boy with the long braid threw an arm around the smallest. The other older boy walked closest to the street, keeping the black-haired boy between then two of brown hair. A simple yet decidedly protective gesture, the man noted.

Never before had Remus Lupin felt so constrained by Dumbledore's order of no contact. The man was well aware of his affliction, but that only affected him certain times of the month, or rather a certain phase of the lunar cycle. Yet the Headmaster wanted Harry raised without any contact to the magical world, for some reason that the scarred man could only guess. To Remus, it seemed a mute point - when all of the U.K.'s magical population knew the boy's physical description, the child would obviously be bombarded when he did appear in time for Hogwarts. And, from what bits of information he could gather, the boy had indeed been bombarded.

The three teens rounded a corner, the short-haired brunet slightly faster to see ahead. At least, Harry has people that care for his well-being, Remus consoled himself. The man clearly remembered Lily speaking of her sister and animosity the Muggle woman had for the magical. More jealously turned hatred, he supposed. Which made little Harry's placement with Petunia and her family all the stranger, as surely Dumbledore was aware of such himself?

Alas, one Remus Lupin really didn't have time to linger much more. His part-time job at a mundane book store required his attention. There would be plenty of shelving of new arrivals waiting for him, as well as re-shelving as needed. Perhaps a section could use a reorganize, and there was always the usual cleaning. After the bookstore would come a shift at a humble cafe where he operated the register mostly. Not the most interesting of work, but it paid his bills.

He went the opposite direction on the corner as the teenage trio, his heart at least a few shades lighter after seeing Harry. Time would tell if they crossed paths again, he was sure.

At Flourish and Blotts, Potions Master Severus Snape pursued the available potions texts. His keen eyes swiftly dismissed the books he recognized. Yet a peculiar book caught his attention. Bright yellow cover, comic-styled font, and paperback of all things. The title was almost off putting, but the black-clad man picked it up to skim anyway. He found the contents to be the most ridiculously simplified description of potion basics, but despite the lack of flourish, the information was correct. With a strangely amused sneer, he placed an order for a dozen copies to be delivered at his residence. Surely some dunderhead could improve after being lent Potion-Making for Dummies.

Speaking of dunderheads, Neville Longbottom and his grandmother had just entered the bookstore. While Augusta Longbottom commanded respect even from him, the boy was truly abysmal in potions class. Snape, in Slytherin fashion, placed a copy of the yellow book next to the register and succinctly advised the cashier to mention it to the Longbottoms. The potions master made his escape before the two could notice him.

Severus Snape's next stop was to check on the cauldron selection at Potage's Cauldron Shop. If there was anything the professor had learned over the years, it was that having a few dozen spare cauldrons would be wise. Students had been known to somehow dissolve their cauldrons with potion errors. Besides, he still brewed for the Hospital Wing and his own stores, plus a little on the side to sell. Extra cauldrons, indeed, which he had shipped directly to Hogwarts.

Slug and Jiggers Apothecary was next on his list. Here he purchased what he could not harvest on his own or from the Herbology greenhouses. Granted, he had devised more effective methods of storing the ingredients, keeping them fresher or making them more potent. He would often visit throughout the year, this apothecary and others, to find the bits and pieces that would otherwise be out of season. After the petrifaction issue of the last school year, Severus was determined to have preserved Mandrake on hand.

As he made his rounds and selected the supplies, Severus Snape would have been blind to miss the wanted posters for Sirius Black. The animated pictures were only plastered against nearly every wall in the Alley. Some even made their way down into Knockturn. Truth be told, he rather fancied the idea of crossing paths with the escapee, eager to strike against his childhood tormentor...well, one of several.

But an active mind such as his, of course Snape wondered what had prompted Black to escape now rather than before or later. Surely if he could have fled, he'd have done it sooner? Spare himself the torment of the Dementors, gone into hiding, and so forth. So what had changed to spur the man to run now?

Alas, around and around the questions go, with no clear answer in sight. Best to finish his errands then.

In Little Whinging, Surrey, a rather fat boy of approximately thirteen years old was being chased by a large black dog. The dog, despite near starvation and exhaustion, was quickly gaining ground on the tubby boy. It might have had something to do with the hotdog clutched in his hand. The chase didn't last much longer as the boy tripped, scraping both knees, and dropping the processed meat item.

The dog literally ran over the boy to collect his edible prize. Hotdog captured between his teeth, the shaggy dog wagged his tail as he trotted off to enjoy his catch. Once far enough away from prying eyes and magical wards, the dog twirled in a dizzying display before standing as a gaunt man. Striped prison wear hung loose on his emaciated frame, a cold chain hung from one wrist. Hair black and unkept, he pushed it back from his face with a dirty hand.

Walking a few more paces, the man came to a make-shift den of castoff blankets. Old and worn, but still better than the barren cell of Azkaban. The man settled in his pile of blankets and slowly bit into the hotdog. He wanted to gobble it down, but he didn't want to make himself sick, either. Regurgitated food was wasted food, unless he shifted back into his dog form. Solitary hotdog eaten, he further slumped into the blankets. His eyes grew heavy and limbs slack as he fell into a doze.

Truly restful sleep eluded him, thanks to the nightmares that would not leave him even after escaping the prison. Naturally he rested where he could, when he could. When cold and hunger did not keep him uncomfortably awake. Besides, he was a wanted man. Escaped from Wizarding prison, shown on the Muggle news casts; nevermind the dog catchers.

When he awoke, the man resumed his dog form and stuck to the shadows as he padded to Privet Drive. He knew Lily's sister lived around here somewhere, but he couldn't remember which house. Not that it would help much, the houses looked the same. Even trying to track by smell didn't help, as he wasn't familiar with the woman's scent. Ahh, but there was the scent of the fat boy he'd run down and stolen food from (second time in a week). He followed the smell up to Number Four, where he could hear the boy bawling to his mummy about the big, mean dog that attacked him.

At the door of Number Four, the dog caught a scent that just barely tingled his memory. It brought to mind a little cottage in Godric's Hollow. But the scent was faint, old. The one associated with the foggy memory had not been in this house for roughly a week. Tail drooping, the dog ambled down the sidewalk back towards his den.

It was time to move on.

Sally Po scrutinized the data before her. Another of the oddity files had pinged, indicating a match. This time Chang Wufei seemed to have unknown relatives. The doctor would scrub through the provided information for a more complete picture, but it seemed that a branch of the Chang family of the Long clan survived on Earth.

She wasn't sure how Wufei would take the news. He had been devastated when his home colony was destroyed along with everyone on it, of course. But emotional surprises brought out some extreme reactions from the young man; for this reason, Sally resolved to tell him in person herself. Granted, that may take awhile as Gundam Shenlong's pilot was out on a mission. The paperwork indicated that the Earth-bound Chang family were well-established and unlikely to disappear anytime soon, so she figured there was some wriggle room.

Before moving onto her next task, the doctor sent a quick message to one Chang Wufei. I'd like to discuss a FRA match when you have time. No rush, but I think you'll like the news.

Another ping from the oddity files drew her attention. Sally compared the match, then the attached documents. Her shoulders sagged at finding the relation was already known and noted by both parties. She linked the files together in case another popped up. Setting the groundwork for a comprehensive family tree was such tedious work.

For Harry Potter, several days passes where he assisted Hilde's renovation crew. The men and women were more than happy to have an extra set of hands of someone so eager to learn. Harry enjoyed helping and learning from them, running for tools or more nails and such. One of the carpenters taught him how to use several different saws, how to piece together the wood and where best to nail them. A painter explained the differences between base coat and color coat, as well as what paint types work best where. The electricians had been very thorough in going over safety rules with the boy - lightning bolt scar or no, it wouldn't do to let the boy get electrocuted. Hilde provided lunch, as was custom, and Harry pitched in where he could.

While Harry spent the days with the work crew, Heero and Duo continued their work as Preventors. They had different assignments. Heero kept to the magical community for FRA purposes. Duo took to nonmagical; although his initial target had turned out to be wanted criminal, so a chase through the city ensued.

Other matters begged their attention as well. Checking in with Alfred at the main Potter Estate and further investigating the Potter accounts were two primary concerns. Heero also went to check on the Potter Clubhouse, to see if anything had been disturbed since their visit.

The pair of pilots approached the Potter cottage in Godric's Hollow without the younger teen. They, of course, found the bespelled monument in the town square. The plaque on the fence to the cottage was liberally covered in well-wishing graffiti. Beyond the fence, the once-home remained in a state of disrepair. Part of the roof was blown outwards, debris still strewn about the yard. Surprising enough, the gate opened for them, and they proceeded to snoop around the house.

Duo and Heero found the interior to be trashed. Not that homeless people had camped or that the property looted, but that the house had been left as is after the attack nearly twelve years ago. With a huge hole blown out of the roof and a chunk of exterior wall, what hadn't been damaged by fighting had suffered the weather. The Preventors eased around the ground floor, ever careful of their step. Initial sweep complete, they crept up the surprisingly intact stairs to the upper level.

The door to the nursery hung open wide, allowing an unimpeded view of where Harry once slept. A plain white crib with a mobile of Quidditch players stood in the center of the room, matching baby furniture against the walls decorated with happy, cartoon-like animals. Low shelving held board books, the kind meant for small children, with a rocking chair nearby. Stuffed animals and other toys occupied a corner in a neat pile. It must have been a charming room, once upon a time.

The boys backed out to explore the rest of the upper level. They found the parents' bedroom to be tidy, if a bit dusty. The room obviously had not been disturbed in the passing years, as there were no marks in the thick dust. That quickly changed as the two teens walked the space. Handkerchiefs were produced to wipe photo frames, revealing happy family photos. Dark-haired man with glasses, vividly redheaded woman, and tiny dark-haired baby with bright green eyes. Some photos showed James's friends as well as his family.

Duo found several photo albums on a shelf, dusted them off, and glanced at a few captured images. One album was of Lily's youth, another of James and his parents. A third album held snapshots of their collective time at Hogwarts. The fourth album's cover was plated silver and proved to be their wedding photos, as well as leading up to the wedding apparently, plus the reception and honeymoon. The next volume was impressively thick thanks to seemingly countless images of baby Harry tucked in its pages.

Heero observed the knickknacks and contents of the dressers and closets. Well, as much as one can through the dust. The clothing in the dressers were somewhat protected as the drawers had been closed. The bedding was unidentifiable under the thick coating of dust, but the bed frame was a rather plain set made of metal bars. Metal that may or may not have been painted black; Heero didn't care enough to find out.

The teens gathered the photo albums and quietly departed the former home. As little as Harry remembered of that time, being only fifteen months old, the pair saw no reason to take anything else. The images preserved would be the only things to hold meaning to the boy, they reasoned.

Their trek out of the house and back onto the street was as uneventful as their trip in. Leaving the quaint town, the tolling of the church bell drew their eyes towards the graveyard. The little cemetery was enclosed by a wrought iron fence and evergreen bushes. Heero and Duo shared a glance before silently agreeing to look. The unspoken logic was that they would know where Harry's parents were buried if he were to ask.

Cemeteries weren't really available in the Colonies. The artificial satellites simply had too little space to accommodate the dead in such a way. Instead the deceased were either incinerated or launched into the void of space. So it was with some curiosity that the pair entered the graveyard. Weathered and worn headstones lined the rows, the inscriptions in various degrees of depths. Most of the stones were dated to be over fifty years old, Duo noted. Different styles and shapes dotted the yard, a few statues posed above some. At last they came across the surprisingly plain headstone of James and Lily Potter.

"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death," Duo read the epitaph. "Well, that sounds creepy."

"Hn," Heero grunted in reply. He nodded to the gate, a sign to move out. They had accomplished what they came for.

The pair casually ambled out of the cemetery and towards the edge of town. Once far enough to not be easily seen by the townsfolk, Heero drew his wand from his forearm holster and held it aloft. Moments later a bang resounded, and the purple monstrosity known as the Knight Bus appeared. They paid their fare and braced themselves as best they could, remembering well their last ride just that morning.

Harry busied himself in the kitchen of Heero's flat. Hilde had let him off working earlier than the rest of the crew as some of the more tricky tasks had to be completed. So the boy headed up to the apartment, showered, dressed (and was still amazed to have new things, in his size no less), and had started on dinner.

The soon-to-be thirteen year old decided on pasta salad, baked fish, and green beans. Aside from pulling over a chair to reach the spice cabinet, preparing dinner went smoothly. At least cooking for the Dursleys is proving to be useful experience, the boy mentally groused. In seemingly no time at all, the pasta salad was ready to be refrigerated. Harry then moved on to seasoning the fish fillets. The green beans were canned, so they only needed a touch of spices and microwaved. Once the fish was in the oven, the wizard set the table for three. Harry retrieved his Transfiguration book to study while the fish cooked.

Time inched forward as the boy reviewed some transfigurations that had given him trouble the previous year. He tried to concentrate but found himself distracted while awaiting his half brother, Heero. By the time the fish was ready, the Preventor agent had yet to return. Instead Hilde popped in for a visit, and the two shared dinner, careful to save servings for Heero and Duo. The food was plated and set into the refrigerator.

Hilde hung around, and they talked of their friends. Harry was careful to leave out the magical bits, but tried to stay true to events. The woman shared stories of running her own junkyard and meeting Duo.

At last bedtime rolled around, and yet the Preventor pair had yet to return. The teenage wizard drooped as he struggled to stay awake. With a sigh, Hilde marched the boy to his bed and ordered he sleep. She stepped out as Harry changed into his pajamas and returned to tuck him into bed. Before leaving for her own flat, the renovation manager flicked off all the lights but one lamp and wrote a note about the saved dinner in the fridge. She locked both the doorknob and deadbolt locks with her keys and planned a lecture for two brunette boys.

Duo and Heero crept into the flat with mastered stealth. The lone light of a lamp lit a note and cast long shadows along the walls. Heero read the note and used sign language to convey its contents to the other teen. Exhausted from their day, both brunettes sought Heero's room to change into sleep clothes before flopping onto the still-made bed. Sleep claimed them in seconds, with Duo curled onto his side and Heero flat on his back.

Morning came bright and early for Harry Potter. Hedwig, in an attempt to comfort her human, had burrowed a nest in his bedding so as to be close to him, so the wizard awoke to warm feathers against his shoulder. He smiled as he stroked the owl's head. Grasping his glasses, Harry carefully extracted himself from his covers so as not to disturb the slumbering owl, and padded to his bedroom door.

A quick peak shown the couch unoccupied. Tiptoeing to Heero's door, the green-eyed boy grinned at the sight of the two older boys cuddled on his half brother's bed. Duo clung to Heero as if he held a firm teddy bear or body pillow, while the other simply had an arm slung around his companion's shoulders.

Harry felt the tension of the previous night ease away, seeing his current guardians safe if a little undignified. He shook his head but did not disturb them. Instead, he simply returned to his room to continue to pet Hedwig, where he dosed back into sleep in minutes.

When next Harry Potter opened his eyes, Hedwig had returned to her perch by the window, and smells of cooking food waived in from the partially open door. He rubbed his bleary eyes and shoved his glasses back onto his face. A good scratch to his belly before he decided to investigate the cooking.

Heero stood at the stove, skillet in one hand and spatula in the other. Diced vegetables and meats sat to one side of the stove while a carton of eggs sat open close to a mixing bowl. Omlettes, Harry concluded.

"Good morning, Heero," the young wizard greeted. A tired grunt was returned in reply. "Did you have a difficult mission?"

"Nah," Duo answered, exiting bathroom. The American teen finger-combed his loose hair, clad in sweatpants and a T-shirt. "It was easy, just time-consuming. Annoying, too."

Harry tilted his head in curiosity, "Anything you can talk about?"

Duo shrugged. "Can't hurt to tell you. We were trying to convince the people in charge of the wizard prison to let us get the inmates into the FRA database. Aide from finding relatives, it would have the potential to solve some criminal cases."

"That makes sense to me," the bespectacled boy replied.

Heero interjected, "The issue lies with the prison's guards. They use creatures called Dementors instead of humans. Harry, would you set the table please." The perfect soldier continued to cook the omelets, unperturbed as the youngest boy complied. "Dementors are considered dark magical creatures, forcing their victims to suffer in mental anguish. There is a spell to repel the Dementors, which the few human guards would cast to deliver meals."

"Inhumane and very against Preventors regulation," Duo supplied. "We'd have to report the state of the prison to our boss, and the Wizarding ministry doesn't want that. Apparently it's easier to keep those things as guards than destroy the nasty buggers."

"Destroy them?" Harry parroted.

"They feed on emotions and suck out souls," Heero said calmly, too calmly. "The Ministry hasn't put forth any effort to learn how to destroy them, merely repel them using something called a Patronus Charm."

The long-haired teen shook his head ruefully. "The scavenger group I know has handcuffs that bind magic. I'm sure it wouldn't be that hard for Preventors to acquire enough to transport the prisoners for FRA regestry. Unlike the wizards, we won't skimp on manpower to ensure security."

Heero had a counter, of course. "The technology needs further testing in a magic-rich environment. The cuffs were used on the space colonies, where there is a much dispersed magical exposure."

The two older boys had an intense stare down as the egg mixture sizzled in the pan. Duo broke eye contact with a heavy sigh.

Harry cheerfully changed the subject to all the useful things he learned helping in the building.

AN: I admit, I have no idea when I will post the next chapter. But! Next time we'll see what Quatre has been up to and maybe catch up with WuFei