Disclaimor:

I don't own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing. I am just writing for fun. None of the characters from either verse belongs to me. However there may be original characters that I have made up. They do belong to me. As well as the plot for this story. I hope you injoy it.

Warnings:

This story contains slash, male pregnancy, violance, creature Harry self-betaed and possibley more. I will write warnings as they come up.

Note to Other fic readers:

For thoughs of you reading Hope's Tale I'm sorry this is not an update for that. I have no excuse for no writing except for an inner conflict. When I first started reading fanfiction I promised myself I would always complete a story. But then I got depressed with Hope's Tale and I debated on abandoning it and letting someone else adopt it if they really liked it. I have recently decided to finish it, in fact its been done nearly this intire time. But, I lost a transissional piece to my next chapter so I'll need to rewrite that. Then I debated on changing what I had and possiblely lengthening the story. But to be honest I just want to get it over with. So when I drudge up enough will power I'll write up the last bit and post the remaining chapters. Until then I hope you enjoy my new story.

Note for help:

I have most of this planned out, but I'm debating on a few things and I would love to hear where you would like to see this go. First a question about Harry's mates.

How many mates do you think Harry should have?

one mate (If this is the case I already have the mate planned and will not ask for opinions.)

B. Four mates (Two mates from each verse. You will be able to vote on three of them.)

C. Ten mates (five from each verse. Votes for nine of them)

Forgive any butchering to the title. I don't know any Japanese and I got this off google. It's supposed to mean little angel.

One:

The Birth of Something Precious

It was one of her many random insistants. Like when they were getting married and she insisted they use petunia petals instead of the traditional rose petals. And although her sister did not appreciate the gesture she refused to allow her words to ruin her wedding day. It was one of the many things he loved so much about her; her stubborn streak that had him chasing after her for seven years before she agreed to give him a chance.

This did not stop him thinking she was being over protective of their unborn Child though. Of course he never voiced such thoughts anywhere within a two thousand mile circumference and then he whispered so lowly that it was debateable that the person he was speaking to even heard. He liked his bits and pieces right where they were thank you very much.

But she refused to go to the hospital, wanting to have her child at home. Which he didn't really mind. She had demanded odder things over her pregnancy. He remembered she had insisted on flying when she was six months along. And not on a broom; she had gotten a harness from some muggle extreme sport store and had hooked it up to his broom, ordering him to fly. And for a woman who mistrusted a broom this was world shattering.

No. He had quite liked the thought of her having their child in their home. And was even more delighted to learn Lily wanted their old school nurse Poppy Pomfrey to be the mediwitch overseeing the pregnancy.

No that wasn't the problem. The problem was her over reacting and insisting Poppy give a magical oath to never intentionally harm the unborn baby before allowing Poppy anywhere near the baby.

Still, Lily had insisted and Poppy had complied with much grace. More than James would have done in her shoes. A magical oath was not something to do lightly and he had though his beautiful wife would have known.

This incident and the flying one weren't the only odd behavior during the pregnancy though. Lily had acted strangely protective of their child over the duration of her pregnancy. Flying venture set aside. She refused to have Wormtail anywhere around her. In fact, any single males she viewed with high distrust.

When he had asked her about her actions she had shrugged helplessly.

"They make the baby feel threatened." She said.

"You know what the baby's feeling?" he had asked intrigued. He didn't know mothers could feel the emotions of their children.

"Yes and no. The baby moves away from them and I get a sense of unease. And I know the unease isn't from me."

Now Lily lay in their bed. James, Sirius, and Remus having just been let into the room by Poppy. They approached the tired, sweaty woman cauciously. Remembering the creative and painful curses and threats she had shouted at James through the closed door. But their wariness fled them as they found her holding a tiny baby boy. She stared down at him with the most reverent of looks, and all three men could see why. He was a truly beautiful little creation.

"Aw. He's so cute." Sirius cooed. He brushed a finger along the newborn baby's face.

"Glad you like him. Lily and I want you two to be his godfathers." James said without taking his eyes from the bundle in his wife's arms.

Remus turned away from the baby. "Us?" he asked.

"Of course. Your like brothers to me. But if you don't want to-" James trailed off.

"We'll be his godfathers. Right Remy?" Sirius said quickly, throwing an arm around the other man.

"Of course. We'd be honored to." Remus said nodding infatically.

They had just pledged themselves and the magic of said pledges had just settled when Lily gasped.

"James. Look."

The three men rushed to her side to see what was wrong. Poppy had dimmed the lights earlier for mother and son. In the dim light of the room Lily and James's son was unmistakablely glowing. Not the usual glow of happiness a person gets, but actually to Merlin goodness glowing. Soft light was emitting from the boy's very skin.

"What?" gasped James.

"What's wrong with him?"

Poppy stepped forward and checked the baby boy over. She cast diagnostic spells, also wondering what on earth was happening. In all her years of being a mediwitch she had never seen something like this happen.

"There is nothing wrong with him. The diagnostic spells say he is perfectly healthy."

"Then why is he glowing?" Sirius demanded.

Poppy pulled the blankets away to check for anything manually but instead she found markings on the baby's torso. Gently she lifted the baby from the blankets to get a closer look but was stopped by a single gasp from Lily.

"H-he has images of wings on his back." She stammered in shock.

Turning the baby over the other four occupants of the room stared at the images. They looked like tattoos that covered the child's entire back. But they hadn't been there before and the child showed no signs of discomfort.

As they stared in shock the glow faded and markings and wings vanished from sight. Poppy cast a few more diagnostic spells. But as before there was nothing wrong.

It was Sirius surprisingly that came up with an answer.

"There are legends passed down pureblood lord to pureblood heir." He began.

"one such legend tells of a creature with wings and markings just like that. The true name has been forgotten. They are just called submissives or bearers now." He couldn't help snorting at the creativity of said wizards.

"They are the only species who are completely submissive. There are no dominants at all; instead they mate with other creatures. Humans, lycans, vampires, goblins, anything really that can prove themselves worthy of being dominant. Their young tends to take on after the dominant but with a significant power boost. Many wizards will kill to possess such a prize."

"If the young takes on after the dominant partner then how are they not extinct?" Lily asked taking the baby back gently from Poppy.

"The same reason they are so rare. The young take on after the dominant partner true, but they still have the creatures blood. After generations, wich seems to be random, a child will be born with the creature blood dominant."

Lily could not help but think about the scientific method of DNA. About the dominant and recessive genes in a child's biology. The creature's DNA was as submissive as they themselves. Their creature gene would be recessive until such a time as a child born with it dominant. But there was no sure proof way to predict such things. Her son just happened to be born with the creature gene dominant.

Then Sirius's words sunk in.

"You said people would kill to possess such a prize. What does that mean? It's not like they would rape him?" she asked becoming more and more anxious the longer she thought about it.

Sudden fear coursed through her entire being and she clutched her baby to her breast. She eyed the three males in the room warily.

"Unfortunately that could very well be the case. Most wizards see this particular creature as nothing more than a breeder."

"I'm not letting anyone hurt my baby." She snarled struggling to sit up.

James reached out to comfort her but she shied away from him.

"Don't come near him." She snarled like a rabid animal being cornered.

"Lils. I won't hurt him. He's my son too remember? I love him just as much as you and don't want him hurt either." James soothed.

"None of us will. I'm happly mated with Rems. And besides he's are sweet little godson." Sirius said with a smile.

"We took an oath to protect him." He added more seriously.

"Sorry. It's just. I want him to be happy with his future mate. I don't want anyone to force him into anything. He's going to have a hard enough time if we're going to hide this." She said, chewing on her bottom lip.

"It's all right Lily. We wouldn't hold being a mother against you. It's what you are. And besides. We know how you feel." Remus comforted.

"Besides. It's only the wizards that see this creature as just a breeder. Other creatures as a whole respects them and would do anything to protect them. Not that they don't wish to mate with them. Just they see the creature behind the breeding. They wouldn't force him." Sirius explained.

"Probably because of how the wizards treat them." James put in.

Lily sighed in relief. She settled back into bed, relaxing now that she knew the three men weren't threats to her son. Poppy brought over some potions to help her recover after the birthing. She also carried parchment and quill.

"What is his name to be?" she asked business-like once more.

"Hariel Jamison Potter." Lily said firmly before biting her lip nervously.

"Would you be his healer Poppy?" she asked.

"I don't want anyone to find out for as long as possible. And I trust you most."

Poppy looked up from the parchment she had been writing on. Her business face shattered once more as she looked upon Lily with a smile of joy.

"I would be delighted too. Someone needs to keep an eye on him. Especially if he takes on after his father."

"Oi!" James cried indignantley while the others laughed at his expense.

Lily lay back with a tired smile. She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep. Her baby held protectively in her arms. She would do anything in her power to protect the child from the life Sirius had painted. She refused to allow him to be a sex slave. He would love his mate. She would willingly give her life so her son could have such a future.

End Notes:

I will not update until I get at least three votes for the question at the top. I don't mean to be cruel, but I have a question for the next chapter and the question depends on the vote for this chapter. So please review and vote so I can update.

I also have a challenge for an author willing to take it. It's a Harry Potter Gundam Wing challenge but I am not confident enough in my abilities to do it justice. If you are interested please pm me and I'll send you the details to the challenge.