Summary: Harriet "Harry" Potter was a normal orphan girl living with her very normal family, the Dursleys. At least that's what the residents of Privet Drive thought until the results of the Family Reconstruction Act. Now, back for the summer holiday after a tragic ending to her Fourth year, could new family be the help she needs to defeat Lord Voldemort?

AN: I received a prompt from Vixen Uchiha. Decided to try my hand at it. Fem!Harry/Heero

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing. The image is also, not mine!

Chapter 1: What You Want

The night of Oct 31st passed by quietly in the muggle world. Outside of Number 4 Privet Drive, an old man wearing bright robes and a stern looking woman in plain black robes approached the door leaving a basket. In the basket was a sleeping toddler with a letter tucked in the blankets addressed to Petunia Dursley. The most peculiar thing about the toddler was the lightning bolt shaped scar that laid on her forehead, visible beneath ebony bangs.

"Let us go join in the festivities." Albus Dumbledore nudged his colleague. Minerva McGongall frowned as she looked at the child left with the worst sort of muggles. While, she understood the need to keep the sleeping child alive and safe, she didn't understand why it had to be with these particular relatives.

Turning to the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Minerva responded, "You'll be keeping an eye on her?"

"You have my word, Minerva."

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"Up, up now girl!" A horrid voice screeched. The voice was accompanied by loud knocking on the door of the cupboard under the stairs.

Inside the cupboard, a petite 10 year old girl rolled over on her cot. She yawned quietly, before replying. "I'm up. I'm up."

The door's lock was undone. "Good, the bacon is on the stove. Don't let it burn." Petunia Dursley was a long necked woman, that may have once been attractive. Her niece would never know as the woman always looked down her nose at things she found disgusting- including Harriet herself. "I want everything perfect for my Duddiums birthday."

Harry shook her head. Her cousin was a large child that took pleasure in bullying the neighborhood kids. He had attempted to bully her, but her Uncle Vernon made it clear that hitting women, of any age, was wrong. It didn't stop Dudley from beating the other kids up that tried to be her friends. Aunt Petunia had been upset about Dudley being chastised and blamed her when Vernon had gone to work the next day.

It was the first time Harry had been hit with a frying pan.

Climbing out of the cupboard, Harry went into the guest bathroom before heading into the kitchen. Aunt Petunia had tried to give her Dudley's cast offs, but Uncle Vernon had been the voice of reasoning- he had appealed to his wife's gossipy nature. The petite girl walked over to the stove and flipped the bacon.

It's how she ended up with a decent second hand wardrobe. It was the most her Aunt was willing to spend on her. On occasion when her Uncle traveled for work, he'd sneak and bring her gifts. She'd never see them until her Aunt had gone to bed. One time, Harry had made the mistake of mentioning it at school and a teacher had taken her to the Nurse's Office.

The teacher had thought the secret gifts were signs of sexual abuse.

And it was the first time, Harry could remember her Aunt being extremely angry with her and Uncle Vernon.

Uncle Vernon had been cleared, but Aunt Petunia had fought with her husband before realizing he was telling the truth. She hated her niece, but that was a thing she had never wanted to happen.

Pulling the bacon out of the pan and on to a reasonably large pile that Aunt Petunia had started earlier. They had made an entire pack of bacon. Half a carton of eggs and plenty of toast with jam. "Set the table!" Petunia barked at her as she straightened the pile of gifts. "And brush your hair!"

Harry's face didn't turn from the pans as she mouthed her Aunt's orders. They were the same ones she heard everyday. The 10 year old girl had shoulder length black hair that curled up on it's own. If her ebony hair was any shorter it would look like a bird's nest, no matter how much she brushed it. And Harry remembered that bad bowl haircut her Aunt had given her before the school year started. The green eyed girl had cried herself to sleep knowing the other kids were going to make fun of her. The next morning her hair had grown back to it's usual shoulder length. Aunt Petunia had been furious that she had used 'freakish' stuff to fix her hair. "Yes, Aunt Petunia."

And Harry learned not to ask her aunt about her parents. All she knew was that her parents had died in a drunken car accident. At least that's what Aunt Petunia told Aunt Marge.

Harry moved to grab the proper dishes to set the table for the four of them. The orphan hated Aunt Marge, she was Uncle Vernon's sister and a dog breeder. A rather aggressive one that allowed her dogs to chase Harry around, at least when Uncle Vernon wasn't home. Harry was grateful that her Uncle Vernon was an even tempered man. He was the sole reason the orphan had lasted so long without more scarring abuse.

"Morning Pet!" Uncle Vernon greeted as he walked into the room. He was a heavy man, but he wasn't obscenely overweight. He had brown hair that was combed neatly and a handle bar kind of mustache along with a double chin. His wife, in contrast, was slim with blond hair and a face that was more attractive when she smiled. "Morning Harriet." He also had a dislike for his niece's preferred nickname of 'Harry' which he said was a male name.

"Good morning, Uncle Vernon." Harry returned the greeting with a small smile. He nodded at the child that moved around the kitchen moving food to the table.

"Turn the news on." Aunt Petunia ordered as she moved to sit next to her husband.

Vernon took a moment to prep his tea. There were very few things he disagreed on with his wife, but the treatment of Harriet Potter was a sharp contrast. He understood his wife's dislike of her sister's magic and the fact that it cost her her family. The few times he had met James Potter, had left a nasty taste in his mouth. He had heard from his wife, that his sister-in-law had married the school jokester. The death of the Evans parents by wizard kind was tragic and showed how dangerous that world was to folks like them. However, none of it was worth taking out on a child that had no memory or wand to cause them harm.

Sure a few times, Harriet's magic caused things to happen but the girl was genuinely puzzled when things did occur. It's why he couldn't adhere to his statement to "beat the freakishness" out of her. He reasoned with himself that the girl was usually ignorant of wrongdoing. She had high grades and enjoyed her books, more than causing trouble. However, he knew Petunia saw bits of her sister in the girl and resented her for it.

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Vernon Dursley wasn't considered the brightest apple in the bunch, but he had brains. And in the aftermath of the war, he couldn't help but wonder how things would turn out for Earth and the Colonies. For over a decade there had been tensions between Earth and the Space Colonies. Finally, with the death of Minister Darlian things deteriorated into all out war. With the colonies denying the five gundams, but the gundams going out of their way to end things against the corrupt Oz fraction of the Alliance.

The aftermath of the bloodshed had left so many orphans that former Queen of the World, Relena Darlian, was able to pass the Family Reconstruction Act. It was as Petunia talked about how she didn't expect to find any more relatives, that Vernon became curious. Would James Potter have family?

Family that might have lived in the normal world?

After all, Petunia had complained about running into Wizards while shopping with Harriet.

It was with this in mind, that he drove from Kings Cross station with a quiet witch. She looked like she had barely gotten sleep. Or even ate.

If Petunia had noticed, which he didn't doubt, she wasn't saying anything about it. "Where are we going?" His wife asked as he made a turn that would take them deeper into London.

"Preventors Headquarters. We need to register for the FRA."

Harriet let her eyes move from the window to her Uncle. The FRA wasn't something she had heard about while away at Hgowarts.

"What is the FRA?" The green eyed witch asked quietly. She knew her Aunt hated her asking questions, but her Uncle tended to answer most of them.

Petunia huffed, "It's the Family Reconstruction Act passed by that busybody Relena Darlian." The blond haired woman looked back at her niece. "She wants to pawn all the other orphans on to the closest relatives she can find for them." Turning her brown eyes on to her husband, she sniffed, "Not quite unlike what your kind did."

Vernon patted his wife's arm, "Don't worry dear. We don't have any surprises to expect." At least, the Gunnings Sales Director hoped for the opposite.

Dudley looked over at his mother. "Mum, I want to meet up with Piers for dinner!" The heavy child, had been forced onto a diet by his school the summer before and neither of his parents were happy about it. However, Uncle Vernon had started directing his son's attention to boxing as a way to lose weight. Dudley had resisted at first and Aunt Petunia had tried to convince her husband it was baby fat, except her husband had glared her down.

He told her matter of factly, that he didn't want his son to die early because of obesity.

Aunt Petunia had grudgingly agreed with her husband and changed the diet of the whole family. She also drove Dudley to his boxing classes.

Except, Harriet knew her cousin didn't care about his health. He wanted to eat as much fatty foods as he could and when he hung out with his friends, that's all he did. Dudley's cry to hang with his best friend meant nothing to the thin girl.

"Once we're done with this sweetie." Aunt Petunia cooed.

"But mum, I don't care about this act. We already have Harry!"

Harry shot her cousin a dirty look. She didn't like being around him anymore than he did her.

Uncle Vernon pulled into the parking spot and turned to the two teens in the back. "You'll both act like you have sense or you'll be ground until the end of summer." His eyes landed on Dudley a moment longer than necessary.

"Yes sir." The teens replied.

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Silver: What do you think of this start? I don't think this will be a long story. Again, Vixen Uchiha sent me a prompt and I'm just experimenting with it. She wanted a nice!Vernon, fem!Harry/Heero and a few more things that'll be revealed later.