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Chapter 11: Family Drama

By Ammie Hawk

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The Malfoys entered the lobby of the Preventer building and went immediately up to the front desk. Lucius explained their business to the lady sitting there and they were directed to an upper floor. When they finally arrived at the correct room, they filed inside, Draco first, followed by Narcissa, with Lucius bringing up the rear. Seated at the table was another blonde. He stood when they entered, extending his hand and smiling.

Narcissa stared at him for a moment, not believing her eyes, "Quatre?"

"You must be my Aunt Narcissa," he bowed his head slightly. "It's a pleasure meeting you."

"Sweet Merlin, you are the spitting image of your mother," she laughed lightly before moving over and drawing him into a hug.

"Thank you," he smiled, returning the hug a second later.

"Oh, where are my manners," she pulled back and surreptitiously wiped her eyes, "this is my husband, Lucius, and our son, Draco."

"It's a pleasure," Quatre bowed before turning to Draco. "Harry told me a lot about you when we were in the area before."

"You wouldn't happen to know when people are lying would you?" Draco frowned, eying his supposed cousin.

"My Space Heart can detect lies through a person's feelings, yes," he nodded, a bit confused by the question.

"He's mentioned you," the younger teen shrugged.

"Only good things, I hope," the former Sandrock pilot laughed. "A couple years ago, during the summer, we gave him a place to hide out for a week."

"He said as much," Draco rolled his eyes. "Though that was about it."

"His Uncle's sister came to visit apparently," Quatre explained.

"I happen to be his best friend," the Slytherin sneered, "do you think I wouldn't know all that?"

"He explained to us what was going on," teal eyes flashed in annoyance. "One of his brothers, though we didn't know it at the time, Duo, overheard Harry muttering to himself and dragged him to the house to meet us."

"Draco, be nice," Lucius swatted his son on the back of the head.

"Hey!" he pouted.

"Shall we have a seat?" Narcissa glared at her men.

"I'm sorry, please sit," Quatre shook his head. "It's okay. Harry only told us a little. Duo actually suggested we kidnap Harry and send him to one of my sisters."

"It would be safer than where he is now," Narcissa sighed.

"I suppose," he shrugged. "But I have twenty-nine sisters! Most of whom I don't even know, who was I supposed to leave him with if we did kidnap him?"

She laughed as the door opened. All four of them looked up in slight surprise. A woman, with her brown hair pulled back into duel buns on either side of her head stood there, silently surveying the family.

"Hello, Quatre," she greeted. "And you must be the Malfoys. I am Lady Anne Une, head of the Preventers."

Lucius nodded as she took a seat at the end of the table.

"Now, before you take Quatre home with you, I have a few things to discuss with you," she placed a folder in front of her on the table.

The adult Malfoys nodded, "Of course."

"First and foremost, I have to explain that Quatre is a very special case within the FRA, thus my involvement, and if we feel the need to we will remove him from your custody at any moment, understood?"

Narcissa nodded, "It makes sense, he does have several sisters that could take him in as well."

"It has nothing to do with his sisters," she shook her head. "It has to do with him."

"Oh?" the blonde woman frowned.

"If he chooses to divulge that information to you it is his right," Lady Une sighed, shuffling the papers. "Second, as I'm sure you are aware, Quatre is by no means destitute, however, he will be in charge of all his finances and his family's companies. Is that acceptable?"

"That's fine," Lucius nodded firmly. "It is good for a young man such as himself to take responsibility for things like that, it will make him not only a better businessman, but more responsible."

Quatre and Une shared a look before hastily looking away, both trying to school their features. This man didn't know the half of it. Quatre didn't need to learn to be responsible, his previous experiences spoke for themselves.

"Now, the final thing on the agenda, Quatre has several close friends that will be living in the area," she locked eyes with Narcissa. "At any point, if he says he needs to see one of them, he is to be given the opportunity. I know this may be a bit of an inconvenience for you, but as I stated earlier, his is a special case."

"I assure you, it will not be a problem at all," Narcissa smiled. "And his friends are more than welcome to visit him at any time."

"Very well," Une nodded, pushing to her feet. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a few other people to speak with today."

"Before you leave," Lucius held up his hand. "I'm not sure if this involves you or not, but we were visited by two of your agents earlier today about a case opened for Harry James Potter."

"What about it?" she leveled him with a glare, she knew about this case.

"If he is removed from his relatives, we would like to be granted custody," Narcissa explained. "He is like a son to us."

"I will see what I can do," she bowed her head in the blonde's direction and left the room.


After Severus closed the door behind Harry, he made his way across the hall to the door marked three. He took a deep breath before turning the handle and slowly entering the room. He wasn't sure what he expected in his son, but the shaggy haired brunette with the cold Prussian blue eyes wasn't it.

"Heero Yuy, I presume?" he took a seat across from the teen.

"Severus Snape?" one of the brown brows rose in question.

"Indeed," he nodded.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, each one silently evaluating the other. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they both nodded simultaneously, as if each giving their silent acknowledgment to the other's status in their life.

"Shall we go?" it was Severus' turn to raise an eyebrow. "If there is nothing left to do here, I have things to take care of today."

"Lady Une wants to speak with you before we leave," Heero said quietly.

Just as he finished speaking, the door opened and in walked the head of the Preventers herself. She eyed both critically before taking a seat at the end of the table. Two sets of intense dark eyes followed her movements in silence, unnerving her slightly. The former Wing pilot had always had that effect on her, and obviously it was an inherited trait.

"Mr. Snape," she cleared her throat quietly, the only sign she gave of her discomfort, "before you leave, I have few things we need to cover."

"And those might be?" he asked in his most intimidating Professor voice.

"First off," she frowned, this man was not going to muscle his way around her, "Heero is a special case within the FRA and if I deem it necessary, I will remove him from your custody at any given moment."

"That would be considered kidnapping," he challenged, "considering I am his father."

"I don't foresee myself doing such," she glared, "but it is within my rights as Head of the Preventers. Secondly, I would like an explanation as to how Heero ended up in our care to begin with, and why he was not with you, since you are obviously still alive and able to take care of him."

"I work at a boarding school," he leaned back and steepled his fingers together in front of him. "I have for the past fifteen years. Thirteen years ago or so, my spouse was wrongfully imprisoned for murder while I was away at school."

"And why was he not taken to you at the school?" she asked, clearly not impressed with his tale.

"Only two people knew of my marriage to Siri," he waved her off. "Both of whom died the day before the arrest. As soon as I heard about it, I went to collect my son from his godfather, but he was not there. I searched for him but I was unable to find him."

"And who might his godfather be?" she quirked a brow curiously, still not believing him. "Just so we can verify your tale, or is he also deceased?"

"Remus John Lupin," Snape smirked.

"Well then, I will send for him," she countered, her expression of the utmost smugness. "Remus Lupin just happens to be in my office recuperating from meeting his own son as we speak."


Sally Po was not happy. In fact, it could be said that she was furious. She had been working in the Child's Service department for the morning, filing the pilots' cases for the FRA since they were deemed classified and only supposed to be viewed by certain people within the Preventers, when two agents entered with a large box. Curious, she had asked what was in it, and they explained an open abuse case to her. But when they reached the names of the individuals in question she saw red.

She left the office without a word to the two agents and made her way to the elevator. When she arrived on the tenth floor, she went immediately to conference room two and slammed the door open. All six occupants of the room stared at her, two in stunned disbelief at the out of character actions of the usually mild mannered doctor.

"Yo, Sally, what's up?" Duo asked, maneuvering himself between the irate woman and his little brother, but still managing to keep him far away from the man and woman at the table.

"Boys, I need all four of you to go out into the hallway please," she scowled darkly, her eyes zeroing in on the couple at the table.

"Now you see here," Vernon hefted himself to his feet, and got right up in her face. "You can take those three," he sneered as he motioned to the two pilots and Harry, "but you will leave my son out of this."

"Sir," Sally said calmly, not the least bit intimidated by him, "I have every right to remove all the children from your home, pending a formal investigation into the charges of abuse filed against you. Now, I will tell you that the only thing keeping me from issuing bodily harm on you is my extensive military training, so I suggest you sit your ass down."

Duo and Trowa shared an amused look. It was always fun seeing her like this. It was very reminiscent of the days during the war. However, they also knew they didn't want to test her in this state, so they began making their way slowly and quietly toward the door.

"Duo, Trowa," she caught them before they left, "Lady Une should be on this floor, in either room three or four, go find her and stay there, I will deal with these idiots."

The former pilots nodded as they led their brother from the room. Duo made a beeline for conference room three, practically dragging Harry along behind him. Trowa just rolled his eyes and let his twin have at it, it might be the last chance for him to see Heero for awhile anyway. In true Duo fashion, he threw open the door without knocking, startling two of the three occupants in the room.

"Maxwell," Lady Une growled, glaring at the braided teen, "how many times have I told you not to do that?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he waved her off, pulling Harry into the room and motioning for Trowa to come in as well.

"Weren't you two supposed to be meeting with your family?" she scowled darkly.

"Sally sent us to find you," Trowa shrugged. "Apparently, our aunt and uncle are up on abuse charges."

"I see," her eyes narrowed into slits, if Sally now knew about it, they'd hit the break they'd been hoping for. "Have a seat. I will deal with that momentarily. First, I need to figure out what to do with you two and your brother. I already have a couple interested in him, I'd have to see if they are willing to take in you two as well."

"You can't separate us, Une!" the former Deathscythe pilot hugged his brother tightly to his chest, almost cutting off his air supply.

Snape scoffed, drawing all eyes to himself. "That will not be necessary, Lady Une," he shook his head. "If these two are indeed Harry's brothers, their proper place is with me, as I am their godfather."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked curiously, managing to throw Duo off a bit. "I thought Padfoot was."

"My spouse and I," he sent a meaningful look at the raven haired teen, "were godparents to all the Potter children. The only reason they were not given to me when their parents died was the fact that my spouse was imprisoned for aiding in their murder."

Next up is Kit!