Tough Little Boys

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: Really don't own the characters... and I'm definitely not making any money...

Summary: What if not one, or even two, of the Gundam pilots had a son together, but all five? Some genetic experiment gone awry, or is something else at work here?

Pairings: SS/02, 01/04, 03/05

AN: Okay, so this idea came to me one day while I was watching Mama Mia... great movie... anyway, I've been toying with it for awhile now and finally got the kick I needed to get the prologue out, thanks to Slytherin Mafia who has her own version of this plunny. Anyway, I hope ya'll enjoy my decent into madness.

By the way, there is an except from the book in this chapter... just to let you know...

Prologue

A lone, cloaked figure ran down the quiet, snow covered streets of the small town of Godric's Hollow. No one taking note of the rather strange occurrence as all the residents of the town were safely nestled in their own beds. As they ran a small cry came from the bundle clutched tightly to the figure's chest.

"Hush, baby, I've got you," a quiet female voice emanated from the depths of the hooded cloak, as she shifted the bundle slightly to reveal the face of a sleeping infant. "You're going to be okay. Mummy's got you."

The woman chanced a glance over her shoulder, making sure the girl wasn't following her. Of course, the memory charm she'd placed on the teen should have her heading back to Space first thing in the morning and never remembering she had ever had a child in the first place. Though she felt she was doing the girl a favor, she was too young to take care of a child all on her own.

As she turned the corner to head out of town, the hood slipped off her head, revealing a long mane of dark red hair.

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Eleven Years Later...

Harry Potter came to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He had been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going. Perhaps because it was dark, he didn't recognize where he was at all. There was a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but he must be five floors above there.

"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library—Restricted Section."

Harry felt the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he was, Filch must know a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice was getting nearer, and to his horror, it was Snape who replied, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

"Do we have to?" a third voice, he didn't recognize, whined. "I came all the way up here to spend time with you, Sev. Can't you take one night off?"

Harry stood rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape came around the corner ahead, followed by another figure with a long brown braid flowing down its back, that must be the owner of the unfamiliar voice. They couldn't see him, of course, but it was a narrow corridor and if they came much nearer they'd knock right into him—the cloak didn't stop him from being solid.

"As my husband, you should understand that school priorities come before personal things," Snape sighed.

What? Harry's mind ground to a screeching halt. Snape hadn't just called the third man his husband. That was just too weird for words. Just wait till he told Ron and Hermione about that one.

He backed away as quietly as he could. A door stood ajar to his left. It was his only hope. He squeezed through it, holding his breath, trying not to move it, and to his relief he managed to get inside the room without Snape or Filch noticing anything. However, as the other two walked past the third stopped, and Harry thought he heard sniffing.

"What's wrong, Duo?" Snape asked.

"Yasu," the other, obviously Duo, breathed quietly.

Someone was now approaching the room from both sides. This was not looking good for him at all. However, the footsteps stopped just outside the door.

"Duo, are you sure you are feeling alright?" Snape's voice was laced with concern, something Harry had never heard from the dour man before.

"Yeah," the braided man sighed. "Sorry, I though I smelled something that couldn't possibly be. Well, anyway, let's go find this late night creeper so I can have some quality Christmas time with my mate."

Harry leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. That had been close, very close. It was a few seconds before he noticed anything about the room he had hidden in.

It looked like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket—but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.

It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

His panic fading now that there was no sound of Filch and Snape. Harry moved to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again. He stepped in front of it.

He had to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirled around. His heart was pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed—for he had seen not only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.

But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly back to the mirror.

There he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, were six others. He looked over his shoulder—but still, no one was there. Or were they all invisible, too? Was he in fact in a room full of invisible people and this mirror's trick was that it reflected them, invisible or not?

He looked back at the mirror again. A man standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If he was really there, he'd touch him, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air—he and the others existed only in the mirror.

The man behind him was the smallest of the group, with long brown hair pulled back into a braid and wide amethyst eyes. He wore an easy smile and it was as Harry studied his face that he noticed a strange tattoo just below his right ear of an intricate swirling circle around a strange symbol, that he knew meant mate, but how he knew it he didn't know.

Standing a little to the right of the first man was a blonde, with aquamarine eyes. Harry couldn't help but compare this one to an angel with his soft features and sweet smile. He just looked so nice and friendly.

Directly behind the blonde, actually with his arm wrapped around the angel's waist, was another brunette, with shaggy hair and piercing blue eyes. His hair stood up in the exact way that Harry's did, it was almost uncanny. He wasn't smiling, but his features were relaxed and his gaze held approval.

Next to that couple was a distinctly oriental man with black hair pulled back into a tight tail. His onyx eyes were shining with pride and a confident smile graced his lips. As Harry watched, another man came up behind the Asian man and slipped his arms around his waist, placing his chin on the shorter male's shoulder.

This man had reddish hair that was short, except for the long bang that covered half of his face. The one visible eye that Harry could see—his eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green—exactly the same shape. But how was that possible? He had his mother's eyes, everyone told him so.

As he pondered this, his eyes went over to the final person standing there. An involuntary gasp left his mouth as he stared into the face of his Potions Professor. He whirled around again, fearing that he had been caught, but it seemed that this Snape existed only in the mirror as well.

The people in the mirror just watched him, most of them smiling, including Snape which was just weird. And as he stood there, he began seeing himself in each of the faces before him. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part, but he felt like he actually belonged with this group of men, and that they wanted him. As he stood there, drinking in the sight of them, tears began falling down his face, as well as the blonde's and the braided man's.

How long he stood there he didn't know. The reflections did not fade and he looked and looked until a distant noise brought him back to his senses. He couldn't stay here, he had to find his way back to bed. He tore his eyes away from the smiling faces, whispered, "I'll come back," and hurried from the room.

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Roughly eight months later...

Heero Yuy, former Gundam pilot and now premier Preventer agent, approached the house of his current case with his partner, Wufei Chang. He was actually disgusted by the case they were dealing with. He understood why he and his partner were on this case, as they were the best agents within the organization, and obviously these people thought they were above the law.

The local police had received an anonymous tip about a boy being held captive within the house. They had looked into the family and found out that only one child reportedly lived there, according to the database that had been set up after the Mariemaya uprising. After interviewing neighbors and friends of the family, they discovered that there was indeed another boy living in the house, and apparently had been for the past ten years or so.

With an inaudible sigh, he slipped his mask into place as he reached the door of Number Four Privet Drive, Surrey England, and rang the doorbell. Wufei stepped up beside him, knowing, without words, that his partner was stressed. A moment later, the door opened, revealing a blonde woman, with a long face, much like a horse.

"May I help you, gentlemen?" she asked, an obviously forced smile on her face.

"Good day, Madam," Wufei nodded politely, he was always the voice of their little partnership, as Heero was more likely to use force than words. "I am Agent Shenlong of the Preventers, this is my partner, Agent Wing, we are here regarding a boy in your custody, a Harry Potter."

"What has the ungrateful brat done this time?" she scowled, stepping aside to allow them into the house.

They shared a subtle look before following the woman inside. They weren't sure what was going on, but her attitude was not helping her case. They followed her into the parlor and took seats on the sofa as she went to the kitchen to fetch some tea. She returned a few minutes later, with a tea service and an obese man who was obviously her husband. Mr. Dursley introduced himself as his wife prepared the tea. When they had their cups, Heero cleared his throat, he wanted answers now.

"Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Dursley," he began, his tone carefully guarded, "could you explain to us how Harry Potter came into your custody?"

A frown marred the woman's face before she pursed her lips, "He was my sister's child," she said carefully, as if weighing her words. "My sister and her husband died in a car crash almost eleven years ago. He was dumped on our doorstep to be a burden on us."

"Can you tell us why he was not registered?" one of Wufei's brows rose incredulously.

Her eyes widened in shocked surprise, and they could almost see her thinking of her response, "We-we assumed my sister had done it."

"And when did your sister and her husband die?" Heero asked, sharing another subtle look with his partner.

"October 31st, A.C. 196," she almost spat out the date as if it left a bad taste in her mouth.

"And when exactly did you take custody of Harry Potter?" Wufei gave an infinitesimal smirk, they had them now.

"November 2nd," she frowned.

"No doubt you are aware," Heero reached for his cuffs, "that the Registration Act was passed January 25th, A.C. 197? It would've been up to you to register him."

"Now you see here," Mr. Dursley pushed to his feet. "You have no right to come into our home and question us! We are decent, hard working people!"

"Who imprison children?" the former Shenlong pilot asked with a sneer.

"He is a danger to himself and others!" Vernon screeched. "We're doing the world a favor by keeping him locked up!"

"Take care of this, Wing," onyx eyes rolled in annoyance, he didn't want to have to deal with these idiots. "I'll go find the son, and release the boy."

"You won't touch my son!" the fat man lunged for the Chinese agent, but Wufei merely pivoted bout of the way and brought his hand down on the back of the man's neck, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"I'm going for the children now, Wing," he said calmly, heading for the stairs.

Heero nodded, placing the cuffs on the now screeching horse-faced woman, before reciting her rights. Wufei made his way out of the parlor and up the stairs. He found the Dursley boy sitting in his room on the computer, obviously oblivious to what was going on downstairs, and quickly sent him down to join his parents. He sneered, however, when he came to the room that obviously held the other boy.

There were so many locks on the door that it was just insane. He made quick word of them and then slowly pushed the door open. He didn't want to frighten the boy after all, even if he didn't believe he was dangerous, as the pig that pretended to be a man said.

The room he found himself in was disgustingly small and rather dirty. There were empty dishes sitting next to the door and a snowy owl locked in a cage on the desk. There was a definite odor of owl, dirt, and sweat. He shook it off however, as he looked at the bed, where an exceedingly skinny boy was staring at him with something like wonder on his face.

Onyx eyes locked with wide emerald green, as a small gasp left the boy's throat. Wufei stared transfixed for a moment himself, speechless at the almost familiar face looking back at him, and the eyes that so reminded him of his husband, though where he'd seen the face before he wasn't sure.

"Hello, Harry," he said quietly, when he finally found his voice. "I am Agent Shenlong of the Preventers. I've come to take you out of here."

Harry just continued to stare. He had thought he had just created the people in the mirror, especially after Dumbledore explained what the mirror did. Obviously he hadn't as one of them was standing before him now, and he said he was going to take him away from the Dursleys. This was just too good to be true. Maybe lack of food had caused him to hallucinate.

"Come on, Harry," Wufei held out his hand invitingly. "Let's get your things."

The young wizard finally nodded and slowly pushed to his feet. If this was a dream, what would it hurt if he went with this agent. He went over to his desk and gathered Hedwig's cage, and then turned back to the man standing in the doorway.

"Everything else I own is in the cupboard under the stairs," he said quietly.

The former Shenlong pilot nodded as he let Harry precede him down the stairs. He would get the things from under the stairs once the boy was safely in the car and out of this house.

"Wing," he called once they reached the ground floor, "I'm taking the boy out to the car."

Heero stuck his head around the corner. He nodded to his partner, but then his gaze fell upon the boy they were here for. His eyes widened as he took in the all too recognizable face, though he hadn't seen the true owner in several years.

"Duo," he breathed, causing his partner to look at him in disbelief before the dark eyes flew back to the boy.

Ammie: I know, I know, bad Ammie... starting a new story... Anyway, hope ya'll enjoy.