AN: So the beginnings of Harry pairing, and Harry has a brother. Shouts to karone-sakura for the idea on who. She's the only one that answered my question, so I chose her Person. ;D

WuFei watched Harry a moment before he lunged at him expecting Harry to block him, instead Harry ducked down and out of the way causing WuFei to stumble and turn offsetting his balance, making him fall on his rear, giving Harry the chance to slide his sword's tip under WuFei's chin.

"How the hell are you doing that?" WuFei asked as Harry helped him up, he hadn't won a match since they began sparing and he was on par with Zechs, damnit.

Harry smiled that smile he smiled when he knew something he didn't want them to know.

"I guess I'm just better at, em, sword's play than you." Harry murmured, leaving the room.

WuFei stared after him a moment, did Harry just flirt with him?

WuFei sighed, he must be imaging things, and even if he weren't he had to convince Heero that he wouldn't hurt Harry, and Heero would glare at him and still not believe him, WuFei frowned, did that mean he wouldn't pursue Harry? Nah, Yuy's Glare of Death wouldn't stop him only Harry's refusal would; besides Yuy had nothing on an angry Harry, Harry had made all of Heero's favorites and then had refused to let him eat any, and he had done the same to Duo when he caught him sharing with Heero. Poor them… not.

WuFei followed Harry and left their sparing room.

Harry was singing, it was soft and soothing as he read, Harry had handed him the book and said he would find it interesting, and, shit, it was hard to put down.

They were all in the library; Heero, WuFei, Trowa, and Quatre were doing work, so Harry had been given charge of a hyperactive, work free Duo. Harry had sat him on the couch and given him a book, Monster Book of Monsters, and told him to read.

The cover of the book was as strange as the title, made to look as though the book were a monster.

He couldn't even place the language Harry was singing in and he'd gotten good at placing languages during the war.

Duo sighed and focused on his book, Dementors were creepy as hell, thank Shinigami they weren't real.

Harry smiled as Duo got into the Book, and Harry remembered Hagrid assigning that book on the book list once he had become the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, he had of course removed the animation charm before giving it to Duo.

WuFei glanced up when Duo got quiet and was very surprised to see him with his nose buried in a book, his first response was to ask what had been done with the real Duo, but he bit his tongue and left the two as they were, quiet.

Harry's singing slowly drifted to an end as Duo drifted to sleep against him, the Book falling to his lap.

Harry smiled and positioned Duo so that he took up the entire couch, picked up the Book and marked his page, he then glanced up at the working fellows, seeing that they were occupied he decided to go out.

He left a note on top of Duo's chest and slipped out of the house, not realizing that normal people move in their sleep, so when Duo rolled over the note fluttered down to the floor and under the couch.

Harry took a breath of fresh air as he walked down the street; he also gathered that famed Gryffindor courage as he found himself at Number 4 Privit Drive, ah, hell, who was he kidding, he was a snake through and through. But here he stood; he had to ask Petunia about his mother.

Harry knocked on the door. His aunt answered, she stared at him a moment before grabbing his shirtsleeve and dragging him in.

"Get in before the neighbors see." She snarled slamming the door behind him.

"Thought we'd seen the last of you." She said making tea as Harry sat at the table he had filled with food but never eaten at.

He looked around the kitchen, compared to his it was small, the bowl of fruit still full.

"Dudley still on his diet?" He asked.

"No, he's a growing boy after all." She said handing Harry a cup of tea. "What do you want? Those Freaks of yours said you'd died in Azkaban prison."

"I wanted to ask about Lily." Harry took a sip of tea. "Is it possible that she had another child?"

"Pretty Prefect Lily, have a child out of marriage?" Petunia laughed. "Oh, that's would have been perfect. No, she didn't have another child, none but you, waste of space that you are."

"Recall, Aunt, that I am allowed to do magic now." Harry snarled.

"But… They said that your wand was destroyed." Petunia stammered.

"Like I need a wand." Harry snorted. "Was anything of Lily's left to you?"

"A Trunk, the one she lugged to that school of yours." Petunia said quickly.

"Fetch it, Petunia." Petunia disappeared up to the attic.

"Pet, I'm home." Vernon bellowed as he entered the kitchen.

"Vernon, do sit, your wife is fetching something of mine." Harry said smiling sweetly.

"I want you out of my house this instant." Vernon growled turning purple already.

"Now, now Vernon that's not very nice, I asked that you sit down." Harry said forcefully, the magic merely acted at his will, Vernon was forced to sit in the chair opposite Harry. "Thank you, would you like some tea, I'm afraid Petunia is not as good at it as I was, but it is drinkable."

Magic lifted the kettle and poured Vernon a cup.

"Sugar, milk?" Harry asked.

Vernon refused both as Petunia returned lugging the trunk behind her, she started with the weight was suddenly gone as Harry shrunk it.

"Thank you, can you think of what she might have set as a password?"

"She might have used that boy's name."

"My patience is wearing thin, Petunia, what boy?"

"That Snape boy." She screamed.

"Ah, Severus Snape?" Harry asked.

"Yes, now leave." Petunia snapped.

"I'm sorry, Pet," Harry smiled sweetly. "I'm dead remember, I can't have you blabbing about a visit from your deranged nephew can I, especially since every one knows your nephew's name."

With that said Harry removed the last hour from their memory replacing it with a rather pleasant chat about Vernon's day at work, the reason Muggles broke the memory charm was that Wizards didn't bother to replace the missing time, leaving a gap.

Harry vanished his cup, picked up the trunk, and left his own personal hell.

Harry walked down the street, pausing to watch the wind blow the empty swings, then he turned on his heel and vanished, he had other places to visit after all.

Spinner's End was everything Harry had expected of Snape, everything but the glowing picture of his mother. He sighed and slipped up to Snape's room.

"Severus, wakey wakey." He muttered, "I have to talk with you."

Snape didn't move.

Harry growled and cast a jet of water at the man, who shot up wand hand out, only to realize that his wand was being twirled by his guest.

"Hello, Severus." Harry murmured.

Snape rubbed his eyes with his hands, "Potter?"

"Ah, Ah, Potter's dead, Severus, me, I'm an apparition, you could say."

"Am I dreaming? I saw them drag you to Azkaban, and I read the article about your death there."

"Mm, yes, you did, and knowing you, you probably got a chance to see the body. You're not seeing things, Severus, that really happened. Now, you knew Lily as a child, I want to know if she had another child, one before him?"

"If she did, it was kept from everyone." Snape said.

"And if she did have another child, who would I find to be its father?" Harry questioned.

"Me." Snape whispered.

"I see, that is why you hated him, he was proof that she did not love you."

"Yes, he was not mine, but she died for him and so I… I protected him… for her." Snape muttered.

"Thank you." Harry whispered spelling Snape back to sleep, when he woke later this would be but a dream, a gift to the man who only wished that he had been born his son. "Father." Harry whispered to the man he had considered a father and Harry was gone again.

Harry slipped through the Leaky Cauldron, pleased that with his death no one seemed to notice him, Harry glanced at the vendors, mere months after Tom's destruction and they were selling away as if it hadn't happened.

Harry stepped into Gringotts.

"Get me Griphook." Harry told a goblin, he didn't have time for pleasantries.

The goblin stared at him, when Harry did not turn away the goblin went to do as he was bid.

"Ah, Mister Riddle." Griphook greeted, using the name they had agreed on, as few knew Tom's real name.

"Griphook, I am here on business, have you a privet room?"

"Right this way." They left leaving a stunned room as there hadn't even been a price demanded.

Once they reached the room Harry looked at Griphook.

"My mother might have had another child, I want to know for sure."

"And it will be found out." Griphook bowed and left to fetch the Bloodlines specialist.

Harry sat with a sigh, he had left little less than half of his fortune to the Orphan's fund he had created for after the war, he had taken half, what remained he had given to the goblins, and they had treated him as one of their high standing warriors ever since.

Griphook soon returned, with a smaller goblin wringing his hands in front of him, the two goblins entered and the unknown one spoke.

"I need a bit of blood, it will tell us what family there is." He said spreading a sheet of parchment on the desk.

"And how far will it trace?" Harry asked not really caring to know who his great great grandparents were.

"Only a generation or two, depending on if someone in the generation lives." The goblin explained, nervously.

"That's fine." Harry smiled gently at the goblin, losing the air of powerful Lord in an instant.

The little goblin smiled back.

Harry held his hand over the parchment and magically made a wound, allowing a drop of blood to fall before the wound healed. Then, he and the goblins watched as lines and names drew themselves.

First to appear was his own name, Harry startled as there on the parchment was the name Harry Yuy, and next to it was the name Heero Yuy, a dotted line to the name Duo Maxwell. Above Harry's name were the names Lily Potter and a name Harry didn't recognize, Zayeed Winner, he frowned but dismissed it as it was no big surprise that James wasn't his father, Sirius had revealed a truth about James that Lily had never known, James could not Father children, a prank gone very wrong, but he had wanted a child so much that he had adopted the one she'd given birth to, making him a Potter, it hadn't mattered that James had thought the child was Snivillius', it was a slight childish stab at the man, his child raised by the man who had made his life hell, from Lily's name went an upwards line that merely ended, her parents, from them came a line to Petunia, a dotted line to Vernon Dursley, and from them was a line to Dudley Dursley.

And from the strange name of the man who had fathered him went a marriage line, the lady had died about a year before he had been born, which relieved Harry at least his mother hadn't gone after a married man, but what really had Harry's attention was the lines that drifted from the two names, so many children, poor lady, and then they ended at one name that had Harry frozen in shock, of all the people he had thought he would find to be his brother that one was the last thought.

Harry sat down heavily, so his mother hadn't had any other children, neither Duo, who he had thought of merely because he was as playful as Harry, nor Trowa, those eyes had given him pause, he supposed that they were a tad lighter than his, were his brothers, nope he got a brother and twenty nine sisters. Oh God, twenty nine sisters, Harry whimpered, but he supposed that it wasn't fair to keep his new knowledge a secret.

Harry bit his lip and ran his hand through his shoulder length hair, he really should get it cut, what if Quatre didn't want to be his brother, what if his sisters thought he was too childish, what if…, Harry smacked himself, he was a war Hero, damnit, he had had the floor swept from under him too many times to count, if they didn't like him, well, maybe he could convince WuFei to prank them with him.

Harry smiled, nodded his thanks to the goblins and headed back to Winner Manor, stopping first at a hair saloon to have them hack his hair off; there was no reason for it to remain that long anymore since the war was over so he no longer had to worry about it getting in his eyes.

When he entered the Winner Mansion, his hair messy, like it had been before the war, strands falling over his forehead brushing his eyebrows, he was surprised to note that the Manor was quiet. Eerily quiet.

"Hello!" Harry called, shivering when the call echoed back.

Harry walked up to the library, it turned out empty.

"Hmm, where could the others be, I wasn't gone for more than three hours." Harry muttered, then a piece of paper under the couch caught his eye.

Curious Harry picked it up and his eyes widened, "Oh, Shit." He said then dashed out the door.

The paper fluttered to the floor.

Hey guys,

Don't worry; I'm going to visit my family

I'll be back in time for dinner.

-Harry

The note Harry had written before leaving, they had never gotten it.