By Ammie Hawk
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape or form, own either Gundam Wing or Harry Potter.
Summary: One year after the Eve War, the Gundam boys decide to join the Preventers. Upon entering, they have to go through various tests and screenings. One of these tests uncovers a long-lost family of one Duo Maxwell. Crossover with Harry Potter. AU Potterverse, sixth year. Evil Dumbles. Pairings 1x2, 3x4, eventual 5xHP
AN: Okay, this idea planted itself in my head, and I couldn't shake it off, (I blame Wufei). Anyway, this is not the sequel to Castle Guards, just in case anyone was wondering about that, it's entirely its own story. Anyway, on with the show.
AN the second: Okay, so I've done a quick edit, I think, and put in the outtake for the chapter. Hope you all enjoy
Chapter 1: Say What?!
Duo Maxwell, the former pilot of the Gundam Deathsythe, was sitting quietly in the conference room of the Preventers Head Quarters. He, along with his fellow pilots; Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, and Quatre Winner, were waiting for Lady Une to arrive and give them the all clear to join the prestigious underground organization. They had completed the paperwork and all the medical examinations to join, they were just waiting on the Lady to actually induct them in.
The braided pilot was just starting to fidget in his seat from sheer boredom, when the door opened and in walked Lady Une, closely followed by the Preventers onsite doctor, Sally Po. Once both ladies were seated, Une cleared her throat and looked around at the four boys.
"I'm sorry to have to put you through all this," she said, smiling softly, "what with your war records and all it shouldn't be necessary, but sadly, I do have to follow basic procedures."
"We understand, Lady Une," the petite blonde across from Duo nodded slightly.
"I'm happy to say that all of you passed with flying colors," Lady Une shook her head. "However, before I officially induct you into this organization, a few things came up on a couple of your tests."
"Like what?" the normally silent Heero scowled slightly.
"Doctor Po?" Une motioned for the doctor to proceed.
"Don't worry, Heero, it's nothing to worry about," the doctor smiled at the former Wing pilot. "However, one of the tests required is a DNA test, having to do with the new laws put in place to find homes for the war orphans. It doesn't affect any of you directly, as you are all eighteen and legally of age, however, we thought that you would be interested in those results."
"You sayin' some of us got families, aside from Quat, that is?" Duo scoffed.
"That is exactly what we are saying, Mr. Maxwell," Lady Une answered for the doctor, leveling a steady gaze on the braided teen. "In fact, you and Mr. Barton are the ones we discovered have families. Mr. Barton, you will be happy to note we have discovered your sister, a Catherine Bloom."
"Cathy's my sister?" Trowa blinked, groping under the table for his boyfriend's hand.
"This ain't funny, Lady," Duo shook his head, frowning. "I'm an orphan."
"While that remains true, Duo," Sally took over once again. "Your parents are, in fact, dead, however, we have uncovered that you have a living aunt and a fifteen year old brother. Your aunt, your mother's sister, is married and has a sixteen year old son. All four of them live together in Surrey, England."
"You have two days to prepare for their arrival," Lady Une said in a no-nonsense tone, noting Duo's blindsided expression. "Chang is retrieving them as we speak. Mr. Barton, or should I say, Bloom, you sister will be arriving at the same time. This is in accordance with the Family Reconstruction Act. I expect you both here at 0800 on that day, until then, you are dismissed."
"What about our inductions?" Quatre asked, giving Trowa's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"All four of them will take place on that day, so I expect you and Mr. Yuy to be present as well," she said before getting up and leaving the room.
Sally smiled at the four of them before following her superior out.
Harry Potter sat gloomily in the backseat of his uncle's car. He had just finished his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was on his way back to the Dursleys for summer break. While most teens would be looking forward to their vacation, Harry Potter wasn't, for more reasons than one. Not only was he going to be separated from his friends for most of the break, but he had just lost his godfather, a man he barely knew but had loved nonetheless. Sirius Black had been his last chance for any semblance of a normal family, and now that was completely taken away from him. Once again, Voldemort, the darkest wizard since Grindelwald, had taken away someone he loved.
Harry was jerked sharply from his thoughts as his Uncle Vernon pulled into the driveway of Number Four Privet Drive. He sighed as he looked up at the two story house he'd be spending the next two months in. However, he noticed something strange as he slipped out of the backseat; there was an unfamiliar black car parked on the street in front of the house and a uniformed young man stood at the door of the house.
Harry didn't recognize the uniform, but he knew it wasn't the local law enforcement. His stomach clenched in sudden fear as he thought of what that man could want. Maybe the Dursleys had finally decided they had enough of him and were having him shipped out somewhere. Not that he would mind too terribly much, anywhere was sure to be better than the Dursleys, but his headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was expecting him to stay with them.
"Mr. Vernon Dursley, I presume?" the man greeted as the four of them reached the door.
Vernon nodded in acknowledgement, "How can I help you, officer?"
"I am looking for a Mrs. Petunia Dursley and a Mr. Harry Potter," the man crossed his hands in front of him in a non-threatening gesture.
"I'm Petunia Dursley," Harry's aunt frowned at the man. "Would you like to come inside? We could discuss this matter over tea."
Harry knew that his aunt's invitation wasn't sincere, he knew she just didn't want the neighbors to see the officer and start gossiping about them.
"I'm afraid there's not time for that," the young man shook his head slightly, his short ponytail following the movement. "It is imperative that you and young Mr. Potter come with me, we have a shuttle to catch."
"Now you listen here, boy," Vernon snarled, lunging out and grabbing the man's collar, "you won't be taking my wife anywhere. Not without explaining yourself."
"I demand you unhand me this instant, sir," the man's jaw clenched in anger. "Unless, of course, you'd like me to take you into Preventer custody for manhandling an officer."
"P-P-Preventers?" Vernon stuttered, drawing his hand back as though burned.
"Yes, the Preventers," the man nodded once. "Now I suggest you head into the house and pack for a week, Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Potter. You may feel free to join us, Mr. Dursley, as well as your son. However, we leave in fifteen minutes."
The Dursleys scurried into the house, leaving the officer on the step, as well as Harry. Harry sighed and went over to the still open car and retrieved his school things from the trunk, as well as Hedwig's cage from the backseat. He knew his uncle would beat him for taking his things out in front of this stranger, but what real choice did he have. He didn't know what the significance of the title Preventer was, but his uncle was obviously scared of the man. With that in mind, he knew he'd get a worse beating if he kept them waiting because he didn't get his clothes out of the back.
He flipped the latch on Hedwig's cage and offered his arm for a perch. She hopped on and he absently began scratching her head, thinking of what to do with her for the next week. In a bout of inspiration, he quickly located a scrap of paper in the glove box, as well as a pen, and scrawled a quick note to Ron and attached it to the owl's leg.
"I need you to stay with Ron for a week," he told the owl quietly, stroking her head lightly. "He'll take care of you, you know that."
The snowy owl hooted once in affirmation before lifting off into the air. Harry watched her go, not sure if he'd see her in the foreseeable future.
Wufei watched the teen from his post at the door, not sure what he was doing wasting his time with the things in the car. Didn't this boy realize he was in a hurry? He scoffed slightly as he realized the boy was taking out an owl from the backseat and then letting it out of its cage.
"Don't you realize that was very foolish?" the Chinese teen scowled as the bird took off. "I'm sure that bird won't last in the wild, not if it has been in captivity long."
"Huh?" Harry turned to the Preventer officer. "Oh, Hedwig. She'll be fine. She's trained. I just sent her off to a friend's for the week. I didn't want to leave her here unattended."
Wufei nodded once, he'd heard of trained birds before, though it was a rather medieval practice, "Very well. But you should head inside and pack. You have less than ten minutes now."
"Oh, all my stuff's right here," he patted his trunk. "I just got back from school. It would take more time for me to go upstairs and unpack and then repack."
The man nodded again and silence fell over the pair for a few minutes. After awhile, Harry began to fidget nervously. He wasn't sure why, but this man intrigued him. I mean, come on, it wasn't everyday a Muggle officer wanted him for anything. He would've been more worried if it was an Auror standing at the door.
"So," he said, leaning against his trunk, not able to stand the silence any longer. "What is a Preventer anyway?"
"Have you been living under a rock for the past three years?" a dark brow rose in question.
Harry blanched slightly at the tone, but thought up a plausible excuse for not knowing, "I don't get out much, nor do I stay up to date with current events. I mainly focus on my studies."
"I see," Wufei's face remained impassive, but what this boy said didn't add up. Every school in the ESUN was required to do a study in recent events. "The Preventers is an organization dedicated to maintaining the long fought for peace in the Earth Sphere United Nations."
"Oh, right," the young wizard nodded, still rather clueless. "I think I heard it mentioned a few times when my uncle was watching the news."
Before Wufei could answer, the door opened and the three Dursleys came out of the house, each carrying a suitcase. The Preventer nodded and led the four of them to his car, picking up Harry's trunk with ease, which caused Vernon to scowl darkly at Harry, his eyes promising a beating when they returned from this trip. Within moments they were all piled rather tightly into the black car.
"Now," Vernon said gruffly from his place in the front seat, as the officer started the car and headed off down the street, "you want to tell us why you dragged us out of our house like that?"
"I didn't drag you anywhere," Wufei answered calmly, rolling his eyes slightly. "And I'm sure you have all heard of the Family Reconstruction Act?"
"Yes," Petunia leaned forward slightly from her place behind Vernon, her brow furrowed. "But we don't have any other family."
"Ah, but apparently you do, or I wouldn't be here," a smirk danced across the officer's face. "It just so happens, Mrs. Dursley, that your sister, Mr. Potter's mother, had another son."
"I've got a brother?" Harry scowled. "But that's not possible. My parents died when I was one."
Petunia's jaw began working furiously, as if she were biting back the words she wished to say.
"Aunt Petunia," Harry leveled her with a glare, knowing that he wouldn't suffer any consequences while the officer was with them, "is there something you'd like to tell me? Maybe something about my parents you didn't tell me five years ago?"
Petunia huffed indignantly and sat back in her seat, a dark frown on her features. The rest of the ride was spent in a very tense silence, with none of the Dursleys talking to Harry.
Wufei Chang was not a happy camper, no sir. He had been assigned the task of retrieving one of his friends' and fellow pilots' newly discovered family. The mission was rather beneath his abilities, but as it was one of his fellow pilots involved that made these people almost his family too. He had scoffed at the assignment when Lady Une, his superior, had given it to him, but as she had pointed out, this was a good opportunity to get a feel of these people before setting Maxwell loose on them. The fact that he was on this mission, however, was not the reason for his ire. No, he had completely accepted the mission.
As soon as the plane touched down in England, things had started to go downhill. He was supposed to have a car waiting for him, but the assholes at the rental place didn't have his name or codename, or even the Preventers, on the registry, so he'd had to pay out of his own pocket for a damn car. Une was so reimbursing him for that one. Then there was the annoying drive from London to Surrey. That in and of itself wouldn't have been a problem, if he hadn't been driving the monstrosity of a car that could easily fit six to seven people comfortably.
Then he had to find the damn house. Scratch that, the house was easy to spot, it was in a nice neighborhood, with well tended lawns, and the little gardens out front, yeah, it was suburbia hell. The thing about Four Privet Drive that stood out however, was the fact that it was almost too perfect. The family that lived there had to be obsessive about keeping it up, to have it look that good. Not even Quatre's houses had that level of perfection, and he was the fucking Winner heir.
He parked on the street, and made his way up to the door. There wasn't a car in the drive, but the file he received did state that the man worked regular hours. He rang the doorbell and waited. There was no answer. He knew he couldn't give up, this was Maxwell's family after all, so he sat down to wait for their return, it shouldn't be too long.
Two hours later, a car pulled onto the street and the Chinese agent sprang to his feet, if this was the Dursleys, he was going to be professional about it, no matter how irritated he was. Sure enough, the car pulled into the drive and four people piled out. They made their way over to him immediately, confusion written all over their faces, but the uniform kept their tongues in line.
"Mr. Vernon Dursley, I presume?" he said politely, trying his best not to sneer at the man. God, he'd seen pigs in better shape.
The fat man nodded, "How may I help you, officer?"
"I am looking for a Mrs. Petunia Dursley and a Mr. Harry Potter," he crossed his hands in front of him so as not to intimidate these people, the small boy in the back had already paled from seeing him.
"I'm Petunia Dursley," the horse-faced woman frowned. "Would you like to come inside? We can discuss this matter over tea."
Wufei could tell she just wanted him off her doorstep so the neighbors wouldn't gossip, her eyes darting every which way gave that fact away, but he felt it was kinda late for that, considering he'd already been there for two fucking hours. Though, if they had been home when he first got there, he would've accepted even if it wasn't sincere, he loved watching people squirm. Okay, he may have picked that habit up from Maxwell, not that he'd ever admit it.
"I'm afraid there's not time for that," he shook his head to clear his thoughts. "It is imperative that you and young Mr. Potter come with me, we have a shuttle to catch."
"Now you listen here, boy," the pig grabbed him by the collar, and it took everything within the ex-Shenlong pilot to not retaliate, "you won't be taking my wife anywhere. Not without explaining yourself."
"I demand you unhand me this instant, sir," Wufei's jaw clenched in anger, this man only said his wife, did he not care about his nephew at all? "Unless of course, you'd like me to take you into Preventer custody for manhandling an officer."
"P-P-Preventers?" the fat man stuttered.
The young agent had to use all his self control to keep himself from smirking. Yeah, that shut him up.
"Yes, the Preventers," the Chinese teen nodded. "Now I suggest you head into the house and pack for a week Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Potter." Then he added as an afterthought, "You may feel free to join us, Mr. Dursley, as well as your son. However, we leave in fifteen minutes."
He was pleased to see the fat man and the horse-faced woman shuffle the obese teen into the house with a speed that would've made Heero proud. However, he wasn't sure why the small brunette was still standing on the porch with him. Didn't he know he needed to pack? He watched, slightly miffed, not that he'd ever admit it, as the boy went back over to the car and began pulling things out. He wasn't sure why he was wasting his time with it. Didn't the boy realize he was in a hurry to get out of there and back to his regular job? He scoffed slightly as he realized the boy was taking out an owl from the backseat and then letting it out of its cage. He curiously watched as the boy attached a hastily written note to the bird's leg and let it take off.
"Don't you realize that was very foolish?" he scowled as the bird took off, not sure what the note said though. "I'm sure that bird won't last in the wild, not if it has been in captivity long."
"Huh?" the boy turned to look at him. "Oh, Hedwig. She'll be fine. She's trained. I just sent her off to a friend's for the week. I didn't want to leave her here unattended."
Wufei nodded once, he'd heard of trained birds, which would explain the note, though in his opinion it was a rather medieval practice, he'd have to ask Trowa about it when he next saw him, "Very well. But you should head inside and pack. You have less than ten minutes now."
"Oh, all my stuff's right here," the boy, Wufei wasn't sure whether it was Dudley Dursley or Harry Potter yet, patted the trunk he'd pulled from the back of the car. "I just got back from school. It would take more time for me to go upstairs and unpack and then repack."
Wufei nodded again. So this was Maxwell's brother, it had to be. The Dursley boy's school had been out for almost three weeks. He almost smirked as he watched the now dubbed Harry start to fidget in the silence that had fallen over them, definitely Maxwell's brother. He watched the curiosity form in those emerald eyes, much the way Maxwell's did, and he was almost anticipating the question brewing in that head. Maxwell always managed to surprise him when he was like this.
"So," the brunette tried for nonchalance by leaning on his trunk, much to the agent's amusement. "What is a Preventer anyway?"
It took all of the self control that had been trained into him not to gape openly at the boy, and then in his confusion he said a very Maxwellish thing, "Have you been living under a rock for the past three years?" God, he needed to stop hanging out with that braided idiot.
The ex-Shenlong pilot watched as the boy blanched, but wasn't sure why, "I don't get out much, nor do I stay up to date with current events. I mainly focus on my studies."
"I see," Wufei lied, cause that made very little sense to him at all. He knew that every school in the ESUN was required to do a study in recent events, Lady Une and Relena had made sure of that. "The Preventers is an organization dedicated to maintaining the long fought for peace in the Earth Sphere Unified Nations."
"Oh, right," Maxwell's brother said rather lamely, and the other could tell he still had no clue what he was talking about. "I think I heard it mentioned a few times when my uncle was watching the news."
That still made no sense to the Preventer agent, but before he was able to counter that claim the three Dursleys barreled out of the house, each carrying a suitcase. He led the four new members of Maxwell's family to the car, only pausing briefly to pick up the deceptively heavy trunk by their car. He didn't miss the look thrown Harry's way by the pig he called an uncle, but it really wasn't his place to fix it at the moment, maybe he could get Une to call for an investigation later, but for now he'd let it be.
As they piled into the monstrosity of a car he'd rented, he was actually shocked to see how cramped it could become. He felt sorry for Harry, who was sitting in the back between his aunt and cousin. He almost wished he could shove Vernon Dursley back there and have Harry sit in the front with him, but then there wouldn't have been any room in the back for anyone else. So much for this car seating seven comfortably, but then again, he didn't think he'd be hauling pigs around.
"Now," Vernon said gruffly, as Wufei started the car, he was sure the fat man was going for intimidating but it wasn't working, he'd been a gundam pilot after all, "you want to tell us why you dragged us out of our house like that?"
"I didn't drag you anywhere," he answered calmly, but rolled his eyes slightly and added in his head, 'if I had there would've been cuffs involved and possibly a gun.' "And I'm sure you have all heard of the Family Reconstruction Act?"
"Yes," the horse-faced woman, Petunia, leaned forward, invading his personal space. "But we don't have any other family."
"Ah, but apparently you do, or I wouldn't be here," he smirked slightly, he never expected denial about it from the Dursleys, this made this mission that much more fun. "It just so happens, Mrs. Dursley, that your sister, Mr. Potter's mother, had another son."
"I've got a brother?" Wufei saw Harry scowl in the rearview mirror. "But that's not possible, my parents died when I was one."
Petunia Dursley's jaw began working furiously, as though she were biting back the words she wished to say.
"Aunt Petunia," Maxwell's brother said rather boldly in Wufei's opinion, "is there something you'd like to tell me? Maybe something about my parents you didn't tell me five years ago?"
That made the horse-faced woman get out of Wufei's personal space and sit back in her seat, but she didn't answer the boy's questions. Though it did raise questions in the Preventer's mind about how these people had raised Maxwell's brother, if he didn't know anything about his parents till five years ago.
The rest of the trip to Sanq was made in silence, with none of the Dursleys talking to either Wufei or Harry, and Harry, apparently, saw no reason to bother the agent with questions about his only brother.
Ammie: Okay, there it is the new and improved version of the original, including the outtake. I should have the other outtakes in by the end of the day. Hope everyone enjoys my hard work.