Title: Patchwork Paternal

Author: Slytherin Mafia

Summary- Combine the Following: 1 desperate Lily Potter, 1 Disgruntled Gundam Builder, 5 Clueless Gundam Pilots, and 1 at War Wizarding World. Shake well. Yields: 1 paternally Patchworked Harry Potter. For a Spicier Kick, add one Goblin King and stir until well Blended

Rating: T to M (MA) in later chapters

Pairings: None to speak of. There may be a few in and out in much later chapters, but this is more of a family fic than a relationship one.

AN-This is a plot bunny from Ammie Hawke. I cannot claim ownership or creation of the plot. She is also writing a version, so be sure to take a look at it when it is posted.

I would also like to add that the relationship between Jareth and the Goblins, while not fully explained in this chapter, is credited directly to Ru and used with permission. Her stories can be found under profile, and I HIGHLY recommend Fallout from the War. It is absolutely amazing! Go check it out

Disclaimer-I own nothing. Anything not recognized as the property of Bandai or J.R. Rowling is most likely my creation. Please do not use them without permission.

Chapter One

Dr. M, Dr. Michaels as the employees of this piss poor clinic in the backwoods of the Universe called him, gritted his teeth and bit back a furious groan as his nurse escorted yet another crying patient out of the exam room, the latest in a long line of his failures to complete his experiment.

He slammed a hand against the metal cabinet next to his head as the door closed, cursing and doing a mental inventory of the supplies he had left.

He only had enough for one more test subject, and this one would have to be chosen carefully. He was not going to let this experiment fail. He had gone through too much trouble, getting close again to those traitors, getting the materials, tracking down the original donors.

It was too much work for him to let it fail.

He would get back at those haughty bastards if it was the last thing he did.

This would be the perfect way to do it, at least in his revenge-twisted brain. He turned around and headed towards his office door, slamming it open and not caring what it hit on the other side, even as a trophy from long ago medical school fell and shattered on the ground.

Dr. M paced back and forth across the rather small office, his hands clenched behind his back.

What to do, what to do?

He had to find the perfect subject, that much was clear. The other subjects hadn't been compatible with the strange energy readings the specimen gave off, and that was obviously the reason that the experiment had failed each and every time.

He had to find someone who matched the specimen, and he would have to be extremely careful with the selection process. He only had one left, only one, and if the carrier's body rejected it, his work was over.

But where to begin?

He made one last circuit of the space, his mind whirring faster than most would think possible.

He had no idea, and that made him angrier than he would like.

He couldn't afford to lose his temper, and let anger guide his actions and choices. The office had been a mistake, one that he would not repeat.

SLAM

He rolled his eye and straightened up as the hammer handed knock of his senior nurse, and the only member of the staff that knew what he was up to, came on his door again.

He wouldn't keep her waiting, Katara could be quite the impatient one when she wanted to be, especially when she knew she had his manhood in a vice grip. One mention of his little experiment to the medical board, or OZ, would have his science terminated, and him exterminated.

He would have to take care of her soon; he couldn't risk news of this getting out.

But until he succeeded, he would have to put up with her.

She was fairly efficient as a nurse, either way it went.

"Dr. Michaels," She pushed the door open just as he reached it, narrowly missing his nose. By the smirk on her face, she had planned it that way. "You have a patient waiting."

He nodded, forcing a smile on his face.

"Thank you Nurse Ratchet." She frowned at the barb, but didn't say anything, just moved out of the way as he headed out of the room.

But she would get him back for it; he had no doubts about that.

Michaels walked into the patient waiting room, plastering his "I'm just a helpful physician, you can trust me' grin on his face, but almost lost it when he caught site of the woman sitting in one of the red vinyl chairs, her feet crossed at the ankles, tearing a tissue to pieces in her hands. She had the look of a woman defeated, as if despite her well to do clothes and meticulously styled hair, her money had failed to buy her the one thing that she wanted most in the world.

He normally would have passed over her as just another rich broad that he could milk to fund his real passion, but the energy.

By God the energy that was pouring off of her in almost physical waves was astonishing.

She had to be the one. She was the only one who had even come close to matching the readings he'd gotten.

The only one who made the hair on his arms stand on end.

He smiled, more genuine, more predatory, and outstretched his hand. She stood up, seemingly just noticing his entrance, and pasted on a wane smile of her own. Clearly, she wasn't happy that this was her last resort, but she knew that she had no other choice.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Michaels." She gave his hand a quick shake, and moved it back into the protection of her folded arms, the shredded tissue held tightly in her other. "Nurse Conners didn't give me your name? Seems you didn't make an appointment.

"Lily Potter." She gave a teary sniffle, "It's only in the last three days that I found I would need your...services. I'm afraid, with the journey between Earth and the...Colonies I didn't have time to make an appointment." Lily hugged herself tighter, and reached out to bridge the space between them, placing a hand gently on her arm.

If this was going to work, he would have to move carefully. He knew, without a doubt, that if she knew what he was planning she wouldn't agree to it.

No sane woman would. After all, this was not why they came to see him.

She flinched back from his hand for a second, but he left it in place and she slowly eased into it.

"Well, no matter. I just happen to have a spot free. Lets get you back to you the back and see what's going on, alright? I promise I'll do my best to help."

Help him, anyway. She would have what she wanted, at least to her knowledge; none of his patients did genetic tests after they visited him. Most of them didn't want to know one way or the other. They were too afraid to find out that it was too good to be true, and that suited him just fine.

She nodded, and followed him almost eagerly.

He was her only hope. Michaels and Andrews, sounding more like a law office than a medical practice, was the only practice on Earth or the Colonies that did what she needed, so she didn't have much choice but to put her hope in him.

Lily hopped up on the exam table when he motioned, fingering something in her pocket, while he moved around the room picking up items that he needed, stepping nimbly over the broken remnant of his last temper tantrum, a broken frame that he hadn't noticed the first time around, subtly pulling out an energy reader. He twirled a few dials, pulling up the last energy reading from his remaining sample, and turned back towards her, his almost manic smile still in place.

"Just have to get a few readings, dear, and then we'll be ready to get started. You understand you will have to make at least one more visit, correct?" Preferably more, if he was going to get the readings he wanted.

After that, she could do whatever the hell she wanted with it, but he had to know if his work was worth it.

But, he shook his head, it would be worth it, and he would be successful. There was no other choice.

He ran the monitor over her, almost dancing in excitement when the readings came up almost an exact match to the sample. He gave her a reassuring smile as she flinched back from the machine, and almost immediately leaned back into it, as if she had forgotten what a medical visit entailed. He covered the frown.

No one on Earth made a visit to a doctor's office without some kind of a machine being involved, and hand held scanners were becoming more and more popular. They let you get the most accurate readings of a patient's health.

Satisfied, he pulled a stool over with his foot and sat down in front of her, prepared to lend an ear to her plight, while providing all the medical expertise that he could.

She eagerly began spinning her tale, most of it clearly false, but he listened anyway. She was seemingly desperate for someone to understand why she was doing what she was doing, and it erased all the common sense and gut instinct that she had, in an effort for comfort that she wasn't getting anywhere else.

It would be years before anyone realized her mistake, and far too late.

Ten Years Later

Colony L4

2:54 PM

"02, see if you can find anything in that office we passed on the way out. If anything was being concealed, it would be there." 05's voice crackled in and out on the radio, and Duo rolled his eyes, slapping the radio in his left hand.

All the money in the damn universe, and L4's radio signals were the worst in the entire ESUN. No matter what frequency was used, there was always some kind of interference that no one could figure out.

It drove Quatre batshit, on many occasions, as was one of the few things that even Heero, the great Perfect Soldier himself, ribbed the blond pilot about.

"Copy that 05. Will do." The braided pilot turned around and started picking his way through the debris that was once some kind of medical practice, way before, probably before the War even started, kicking various papers and scorched pieces of wood out of his way as he moved, stopping to pick curiously at the few papers he found lying here and there. He found nothing of interest, just some random parts of patient files that were half burned to a crisp.

Until he got to the office.

As he levered the door opening, knowing that he'd have a pretty big bruise the next morning from forcing his shoulder against it, he hoped that this was going to be an easy mission to finish up. It was only because Une was pissed off at them that they even had this salvage job to begin with.

Kicking aside the boxes and bits of chair that had somehow survived the bomb shock wave, he looked around the office curiously.

It was mostly intact. Which was odd, because he knew for a fact that none of the buildings on this side of the colony were reinforced with anything. This was the 'poorer' side of L4, if there even was such a thing, so this room should have been as leveled as the rest of the block.

But it wasn't, and he was even able to sit down on the leaning desk chair, tilting himself so that he didn't fall out and bounce across the floor. A quick tug on the desk drawer proved it to be locked, and he grinned to himself.

Lock picking, he could do. Duo reached a hand up to his braid and pulled out a hair pin. Kneeling down, he stuck it into the lock and began twiddling it around, turning it until he felt the lock give. With a triumphant cry he jumped back into the seat and yanked it open, pulling out the folders and flicking through them.

"Boring, boring, boring, GROSS, boring, boring bo...wait a minute." He sat up, flipping the folder that caught his interest open and beginning to pour over it. It didn't have a name, like the rest of the files did, just an odd "Subject 17".

It was a bare bones file, just two sheets of typed paper containing vital stats, a brief physical description, and a quick personal note from the Doctor at the end…

This was where he turned, his eyes narrowing as he read.

"Subject 17 is very promising. After our first meeting, I have determined that she is the ideal subject, and most likely chance of success. Second Meeting scheduled for next Tuesday. Further notes will be held in patients locked file for confidentiality reasons." Duo's eyebrows rose. He got a sense of sick glee from the doctor's note, and found it odd that there was a second confidential patient file. Did the Doctor think that there was a leak in his office, one of the many moles from OZ sending confidential information to the big wigs back on Earth, looking for possible 'health issues' or people who meet certain physical requirements for certain top secret projects.

02 doubted it, and began his search for the second file. This doctor was up to no good, and the things he could have gotten away with, considering his line of work, there were possible security and public health risks walking around out there right now, completely unaware of the threat they posed to the ESUN, because Duo highly doubted if their parents disclosed such...potentially embarrassing information.

He leaned back in the chair, folded his hands behind his head, and just stared around the office, examining every nook and cranny with his eyes, trying to decide the best place to start his search.

Clearly this man was intelligent, he'd made it through Doctors Training after all, and so he wouldn't have picked an obvious place to hide such a private file.

But where?

'This would be easier if this place hadn't been hit by a bomb' he thought to himself, seeing and dismissing several places where the wall could separate as fissures left by the blast.

Unfortunately that was all of them, and he was left just staring into space.

Where else was there? The book shelves had long since toppled over, broken in pieces over the ground, and the rest of the drawers were wide open, only the one that was locked still in one piece.

This his eyes lit on the globe leaning haphazardly against the one intact corner.

His dismissed it at first, as too cliché to actually be a choice, but there were no other options. He stood up to check it out, clicking his radio on.

"05, I've got something interesting in this office. I'm going to check it out," there was a moment of static before Wufei got to him.

"What is it 02? I want to get out of here" Duo cracked a grin at the exasperated tone in his friends voice, content in the knowledge that for once it wasn't his screw up that had gotten them a shit assignment.

"Not sure yet, but the Commander will kill us if we don't check it out." He reached a hand out and gave the globe a spin, watching it turn absently.

"Alright 02, but make it quick." He snorted, but agreed. He was pretty sure that if Wufei had to stay here much longer, the Chinese Pilot was going to be after him, and this time really coming for the braid.

"Understood." He spun the globe one more time, eying the crease as it turned slowly, trying to find the catch to open it up. As it passed his trained eye, he reached out a hand and stopped it mid spin, pulling the lid up as smoothly as possible.

There was a treasure trove of files, thrown haphazardly on top of each other. He pulled them out, searching through them for 17. The previous file had said she was the 'ideal' subject, so clearly these others had been failures. Pressed for time, he would have to put those back for when they got back to the office. But he could at least find out if dragging them along for the return trip would be worth it.

He had just gotten to the file in question, trying to read it while balancing the rest in his arms, when the sounds of explosions reached his ears. He dropped everything he held and yanked out his radio.

"05! Status!" He waited with bated breath for his partner to get back to him, cursing. He couldn't risk running out into the ruins, not knowing what the threat was or where it was from. But if Wufei didn't answer, then all bets were off, danger be damned. They had not survived a war to die on a salvage mission they shouldn't be on in the first place. "05!" If it wasn't against every instinct in him, he would have called Wufei every name he had ever come up with, but at the moment, it was too dangerous. Their identities were still closely guarded government secrets, and to use real names over the radio was an insane thought. One that Heero would filet him for, partner in danger or not.

It was a few minutes of pure hell until Wufei came back, sounded winded but alive.

"I'm Fine 02. Just some neighborhood punks deciding to shoot up empty buildings." The disgust was plain in his voice, and Duo held back a snicker as he bent over to scoop up his dropped files, "I showed them the...error, of their ways." For all his talk about Honor, Wufei was as much of a pilot as the rest of them, and would not keep from reminding everyone of that fact. It made Duo sad, sometimes, to know that what they had gone through had put as much of, maybe more of, a mark on the Chinese pilot as it had anyone else.

Wufei, more than the rest of them, had been brought up in a culture that prided themselves on Honor, and Justice, even to dying when they had sullied their honor. It was the reason they had accepted him back so freely after his little jaunt to the dark side, when anyone else who did it, would have been drawn and quartered. Trowa was still paying for it, though subtly, and he was really on their side.

Of course the fact that he was the baby of group had nothing to do with it.

Much, anyway.

"Good. I've got all I need, I'm heading to your position." he left it hanging, having no idea where the other man had ended up. Making sure the folders he wanted were tucked safely inside his jacket, the black material zipped over it he picked his way through the debris again, and towards the hallway.

"I'm outside, had to chase the little bastards. They were packing some hardware too" his voice sounded confused, and Duo picked up his pace, moving quicker through the ruined halls with his gun out. Where the roof had dropped out, been blown out, he hung to the shadows, slipping through them like he wasn't even there. Gangs they may be, but that didn't mean that had to be smart. Even a smart gang banger wasn't any trouble for a trained Gundam pilot, but that didn't mean that they couldn't be dropped on.

He was almost disappointed when he got to the outside without anyone trying anything. Wufei was leaning against the outside of the building, his arms crossed and kicking at the rubble at his feet. He looked every inch the bored teenager without a care in the world, but the black uniform with the Preventors Logo blazoned on the left shoulder, and the .10mm in his left hand gave it away.

This teen was dangerous, and would kill you if given the chance. He tightened his pose when he caught the site and sound of Duo moving into his personal space, but relaxed when he saw who it was.

"Took you long enough." He smirked, his face looking far too old for his age. Duo was certain that was the ponytail, and he was glad that it was only on mission when the other boy wore it up now. Of course, they were all too old to be called boys, or even teens, most 22 year olds would get rather upset if they were referred to as teens, but the pilots loved it. The younger they looked, the younger they could pull off acting, the more missions they could pull off that other agents couldn't. Of course, the skills they had obtained pulled them ahead of the pack as well.

"Sorry, someone" he shot a sardonic look at the other pilot, "scared the hell out of me and I couldn't leave my position."

Wufei chuckled and pushed himself full standing, heading towards his partner, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"We need to go. This place is nothing but a graveyard." He walked off without another glance back, Duo following with a shrug.

What did he care?

*Goblin Castle

Underground

Same Day*

Jareth, The Goblin King for the last eight hundred years, was not a reasonable man. He wasn't a nice man, and wasn't pleasant to be around.

But he prided himself on being a good King. No matter what the Above-grounders thought, about how he stole children and turned them into Goblins, about how he let his kingdom descend into chaos and disorder without a clear ruler, he just let it roll off him.

He knew the truth. Fae were the embodiment of chaos. They weren't happy little fairies, or whatever nonsense the mortals, magical and mundane, had come up with over the years, they were the embodiment of chaos. He gave his people what they needed to thrive, and that was all he needed to know.

He was content and smiling as he walked through the halls of his castle, absentmindedly kicking at the hobgoblins that were scrabbling on the floor like dogs. The children stopped in their fight, and looked at him, eyes going wide when they saw who it was that had chastised them. They jumped to their feet, tucking their hands behind their backs and toeing the ground, looking up at him through bangs of greasy hair. He studied them for a moment, enjoying the opportunity to connect with his rather amusing subjects.

"Aren't you two supposed to be in school?" It was only just passed noon, and while the Underground didn't employ the same system as the Above-grounders did, education in vital areas was very important to everyone in the Labyrinth. If it wasn't, they would be no better than those vile Gorgons to the East, and he didn't think he could take it if he had to sit a Council Meeting and listen to that snake witch gloat about her subjects.

The two little hobgoblins just nodded.

"We're sorry your Majesty. But school is just so boring! And all Madame Layla talks about is the old revolutions. Like they matter anymore." Jareth frowned, crossing his arms and staring down at them.

"I'll have you know that Madame Layla has the right of things. The Revolutions were a horrible time in the Labyrinth, until my father finally lead our people out of bloodshed and instituted the bonds of Fealty that keep us as peace. You must study them, so as to not fall under the spells of mortals in the future." He smirked, "Clearly, the good Madame hasn't gotten that through your heads. I'll have to make sure that she gives you two troublemakers extra lessons, unless you promise me you'll take your studies more seriously."

They nodded quickly, hair flopping back and forth like wigs.

"Yes Your Majesty! We promise! We'll go rejoin the class right now!" They began backing up, and he smirked again. The young ones were the most fun to mess with; he knew that creating a relationship now would make his rule easier in the future.

"Remember, what's said, is said. Madame Layla better have two, eager, students in her class the rest of your studies. Understood?" They nodded again, almost bouncing to get away from him. He smiled, "Then scat. Do not let me catch you skipping out again, or I'll hang you over the Bog for days."

They were gone in the time it took him to blink, and he continued on his way to the Throne Room. It had been cleaned over the last three months, under the watchful eye of his chief housekeeper.

After that incident with the mortal who had gotten a hold of that Damned book his grandfather had written, and tied him into playing out a child's fantasy. For some odd reason, that had involved his Throne Room being invaded by chickens of all things, and the worst members of his kingdom that could be found.

He didn't understand why his grandfather had created that book, and he had thought he'd 'acquired' all the ones that had been left in the mortal world years ago. He had quite the nasty surprise when the magic tied to the manuscript had suddenly kicked in, and he was pulled to the room of a poor infant who had been wished away to his labyrinth, and had done nothing wrong. Jareth still cringed away from the way he had acted, and the position his chief of staff had been pushed to.

Really, Hoggle spraying fairies outside the labyrinth? It was ridiculous! Hoggle was the strongest, most intelligent goblin in the place, and Magic had made him act like an imbecile. Along with everyone else in the Underground.

He hadn't been able to step foot in the staircase room since that stupid girl had 'defeated' him. Jareth was glad that she had, he didn't know what he would have done had she accepted his 'offer'. Being bound for an eternity to a child who still believed life was supposed to be fair would have been an absolute nightmare. He shuddered just thinking about it.

Flopping rather ungracefully onto his throne, Jareth surveyed the work that was taking place, smiling when he saw that things were getting back to normal.

Just the way things were supposed to be.

Sure, the left wall was a rather...alarming shade of purple, and there were vines growing from the wall directly in front of him, curling around the double doors that led in, but all in all it was another day in the Labyrinth.

Until IT happened.

He capitalized it in his head, IT being the biggest, most earth shattering, relevant thing that had happened to him in a thousand years of existence.

It started off slowly, a warm feeling on the back of his neck that began to spread, down to his toes, causing them to curl. His magic sat up, searching around for the person/thing calling that feeling, and so did his physical self, beginning to prowl around the throne room like a jungle cat in its cages at the mortal Zoo's.

Had it finally happened? After a thousand years, had his magic's mate finally come into being? Was it even possible? He was way past his majority, centuries past, and most kings found their mates at the moment of reaching 100, and when he hadn't, he just assumed that he was the first in his line to not need one, to have such control over his magic that it wasn't necessary.

Jareth had been proud of that. He'd revealed in the fact, crowing in front of his family that he wasn't weak enough to need a Soul Mate.

He called himself dumb and stupid for that now.

Who wouldn't want this? This glow, this feeling of being absolutely complete for the first time in his life. He had been so closed off before, that he hadn't even let himself see what he was missing. Hadn't wanted to think that he was missing anything.

And now he wanted it all!

The Goblin King, the most feared and respected man in all of the Underground's nine kingdoms, ran out of his throne room like a giddy schoolboy, blowing past those goblins that were trying to go about their daily business, leaving them flattened against the walls as they stared after him, wide-eyed.

He shoved open the door to Hoggle's office, leaving it to bang against the wall, and nearly tripped into his seat in his haste to talk to his closest friend.

"Hoggle! Hoggle, he exists!" Jareth, whether it was instinctual or he just knew his own preferences better than he thought he did, didn't question the fact that his Magic's Mate was male. It just was.

Hoggle blinked at him, putting the pen he held down and staring at his king like there were tentacles growing out of his back.

"Jareth? Are you sure you're okay?" He had never seen Jareth so...happy, in all his years of service. It was frankly, frightening. "Do I need to call for a healer?" He reached for a small device on his desk, preparing himself to deal with a grumpy king who was forced into a hospital bed against his will, but Jareth shook his head, nearly bouncing in his seat.

"No, No Hoggle," he waved his hand, "I'm absolutely fine! In Fact, I'm more than Fine! I couldn't be better if Gold fell from the sky!" Jareth, like all Goblins, had an obsession with gold. "He's alive! And I've never felt so alive in my life!"

Hoggle blinked again. He was usually confused when Jareth was around, had gotten used to it centuries ago, but this, this was a different kind of confusion.

He honestly had no idea what the hell was going on, and he didn't like it. It was his responsibility to know all the comings and goings in the Labyrinth especially, and he prided himself on knowing most of what happened in the rest of the kingdom. Goblins spies couldn't be beat, after all.

"My Magic's Mate! Hoggle, he's out there!" That was quite a mouthful to say, but Jareth had the feeling that he would never get tired of saying it. He knew that he and his Magic's Mate might not be compatible at first, but he knew they would work it out, whatever the problem was. Magic was a powerful motivator, and it was hard to stay mad and upset with someone who made your magic glow.

Jareth knew that he couldn't.

Hoggle was just staring at him, his eyes as wide as saucers. He was as surprised as Jareth at the news. He, and the rest of the kingdom, had long ago resigned themselves to having an incomplete ruler, and they hurt for him, because no matter what he told himself, Jareth was not as happy as he would be.

Now the King's attitude made sense. He had finally found what he was missing, and that would make anyone giddy.

"I have to find him Hoggle; I have to find him soon." Hoggle nodded, immediately pulling out the files of the Goblins they would need to do it, noticing the almost desperate gleam that was beginning to shine through the euphoria.

"We'll do it like this, Your Majesty. You'll have him with you in no time."

Jareth leaned in closely, eagerly supplying the crystals requested.

He hoped it didn't take long.

AN-Here's chapter One. It's a monster, and Chapter two is turning out to be just as long, so I hope you guys enjoy!

Slytherin