Not While I'm Around

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing in any way, shape, or form.

Summary: One quiet night in London, the Gundam boys, who are now Preventers, witness something unexplainable, to them at least. In the aftermath of said event, one of them discovers a long lost relative, who they cannot trace. GW/HP crossover, yaoi.

AN: I know, I know, I shouldn't be starting another story, but I'm stuck on all the others. Okay so this was a plot bunny I adopted from Dream of Stories in the group I recently joined. It takes place after Endless Waltz and Deathly Hallows. There are some minor things I changed in the HP timeline but not enough that it changed the last book too much.

Chapter 1: The Aftermath

Harry Potter walked down the quiet streets of London. Strange? Not really, given the lateness of the hour and the time of year. It was 3:30 in the morning on May 31st AC 198, one week after the final battle at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Defeat-Voldemort had remained at the school a total of twelve hours after that battle. He couldn't stay there any longer. It had just been too much to bear. The death and devastation in the one place he'd ever considered home had finally gotten to him. Hermione and Ron, his two best friends, had convinced Remus Lupin, the only remaining Marauder, to take him away from the ruins. So for the past week he'd been living in his godfather's old house, 12 Grimmauld Place, studying for his N.E.W.T.s which Kingsley Shacklebolt, the temporary Minister of Magic, was letting him take late at night at the Ministry, thus him being out at this hour.

He didn't know what he was going to do now, as being an Auror no longer appealed to him, considering what he'd just gone through. He was considering getting his GED and attempting Muggle college, but he wasn't entirely sure yet.

His thoughts were interrupted by a ringing in his pocket. He pulled out the cell phone Hermione had talked him into getting a few days ago and answered it without a second thought, only a few people had this number anyway.

"Hello," he said quietly, not wanting to disturb his quiet walk.

"Hey, Harry, it's Hermione," she chirped over the line.

"Hey, what's up?" he smiled at the sound of her voice.

"Not much, how are your N.E.W.T.s coming?" she chuckled slightly, knowing Harry didn't want to know what she'd really been doing.

"Just finished my last one," he shook his head, giving a sigh of relief. "I'll get the results in the next few days."

"That's really good, Harry," she said excitedly, almost wishing she had taken the Minister up on his offer for her and Ron to do the same. "Have you decided what you're doing next?"

"No, though I'm thinking of college, maybe even overseas," he shrugged, not that she could see him. "I've also thought about trying my hand at being a Muggle Preventer. You know, the organization formed after their war to keep the peace? I hear they're nowhere near as busy as we currently are, and they have a very good success rate."

"I've heard of them," Hermione's voice was pensive. "But are you sure you want to continue fighting? I thought that's why you decided being an Auror wasn't for you."

"That's the thing," Harry scowled. "I don't want to be an Auror, they'd expect me to go out and handle everything. However, if I went with this Preventer thing, I'd probably get a desk job, still have the excitement but without the legwork. And no one would know who I was."

"True," she acknowledged in slight defeat. "If you go through with it, you'd better keep in touch with us, Harry James Potter. No matter what, Ron and I are still going to be behind you one hundred percent."

"I know, Hermione," he chuckled. "Anyway, what's the real reason you called?"

"Can't I just want to check up on my best friend?" she asked innocently.

"You could've done that earlier, or even in the morning," he shook his head ruefully.

"Okay, okay," she conceded. "I'm calling to let you know that the funerals are tomorrow. Tonks' is being held at noon, at their family plot, Hagrid's is at Hogwarts at ten in the morning, he's going to be placed next to Dumbledore, and Ginny…" here she paused to clear her throat, "Ginny's is taking place at the Burrow, at five."

"Thanks, Hermione, I'll be there," he said evenly.

He couldn't let himself get too worked up, not now. He had to be strong for the Weasleys, Remus, and his godson, Teddy. True, he had no longer felt the same feelings for Ginny that he had a year ago, but she was still like a sister to him. It had hurt that she had been killed by that Killing Curse Bellatrix had sent at her. And Hagrid, poor Hagrid, had been bitten by one of Aragog's offspring and had died two hours after the battle ended as he hadn't been treated for the venom in time. He still wasn't sure how Tonks had fallen, but he wasn't going to bring that up with Remus anytime soon.

Just then a loud crack split the air behind him, causing him to jump slightly.

"I've gotta go, Hermione," he quickly said into the mouthpiece before hitting the power button on his phone and pulling his wand from his wrist sheath.

He looked around, trying to find the person who had just apparated in his vicinity. It didn't take him too long to spot the cloaked figure in a small alleyway to his right. He raised his wand and cast a quick stupefy in their direction. However, the figure dodged out of the way.

"Crucio," the figure shot back.

"I don't think so," Harry said, diving away from the spell, and accidentally slamming his arm on a jagged stone in the pavement. "Protego! Expelliarmus!"

The figure once again dodged his spell, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry rolled across the ground, out of the way of the green jet of light, "Incarcerous!"

Ropes shot out of his wand and wrapped tightly around the figure in the alley. He went over to the figure and pulled the hood away from their head, revealing the blunt features of Yaxley, one of the few Death Eaters who had escaped custody at the final battle.

"Did you honestly think you'd be able to do anything to me, Yaxley?" the green eyed teen said tiredly. "I just defeated your master not a week ago. Honestly, I think he picked you guys because you have no brains."

Harry leaned down and grabbed the rope tying up his captive's hands and, with a loud pop, apparated back to the Ministry of Magic to hand him over to Kingsley. He never noticed the five figures spread out at different points throughout the alleyway.

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At a rather large townhouse in London, five boys sat around doing various persuits. A shaggy haired brunette, of Asian descent, sat at a desk, typing away at a laptop, another, more of American origins, with a long mane of hair pulled back into a single braid was leaning over his shoulder, attempting to hit a key every now and again. Across the room from them, a tall auburn haired European sat on the couch going through a folder, a small blonde Arabian curled up beside him reading a book. In the corner a lone figure, once again of Asian descent, was standing with his arms folded, staring out the window, keeping a lookout for suspicious activity.

"Duo," the boy at the laptop sighed and looked at the braided teen beside him, "stop."

"But Heero," Duo whined piteously, "you haven't shut that thing down since we got here this morning. The mission doesn't start till tomorrow, can't you put it up for a few hours?"

"No," the one dubbed Heero said stoically, turning back to his laptop.

"Honestly, Maxwell," the figure in the corner shook his head, his small ponytail trailing the movement, "one would think you didn't know how to behave properly on a mission. We are here to investigate the strange occurrences that have been going on for the past few years."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he tossed his braid over his shoulder. "But why now, Wuffers? I mean, as you said it's been going on for the past few years. And why us?"

"For the thousandth time, Maxwell, my name is Wufei, Wu-fei, not Wuffers," Wufei snarled. "And as Lady Une explained to us when she gave us this mission, the events have all appeared sporadic but, with new evidence, it was discovered that they all revolved around this general area. As for the mission going to the five of us, we happen to be the best agents she has and she knows it."

"Either that or she just wanted you out of her hair," Duo snapped back. "You've got a stick shoved so far up your ass it's not funny, Fei-Fei."

"Or maybe she wanted you gone," Wufei reached for the sword strapped to his side. "Considering how much damage you've done since you joined the Preventers a year ago."

"Can we please just not fight?" the blonde on the couch looked up from his book and stared pleadingly at the bickering teens. "We just got here. Tomorrow is another day and we need to be working together, not against each other."

"Quatre's right," the tall teen beside him spoke up, his one visible eye locking on the teen in the corner. "We'll get more accomplished if the two of you would get over your differences. Or at least tolerate each other for the foreseeable future."

"Fine," Duo threw up his hands in surrender. "It's just so boring here. When will we get to the action?"

"Quiet," Wufei said, staring back out the window. "You might get your wish, Maxwell. There appears to be trouble brewing on the street."

"What is it?" the braided teen ran over and looked over the Chinese teen's shoulder. "Whoa, that kid's gonna get mugged. We gotta get down there and stop that creep."

Without another word, the five of them were up and out of the house. It didn't take them long to filter into the alleyway around the cloaked figure, ready to apprehend him. They were all taken aback as the 'kid' on the street raised a stick and shot a red beam of light at the man. The resulting fireworks were beyond any of their comprehension, and just as they were about to step in, ropes flew out of no where and wrapped around their target. The boy moved further down the alleyway, revealing a head of tussled black hair and wary emerald eyes behind round spectacles.

"Did you honestly think you'd be able to do anything to me, Yaxley?" the teen said tiredly. "I just defeated your master not a week ago. Honestly, I think he picked you guys because you have no brains."

And with a pop, the two of them disappeared. The five pilots came out of their hiding spots and began looking around, trying to see where they had gone. Heero knelt down where the younger of the two combatants had landed in his fall and scraped something off the pavement. Placing it in a small vial, he turned to his companions.

"I have a blood sample of the 'victim'," he said quietly. "I'll head to Head Quarters and have it run through the database. If we can find him, we'll discover what he meant and why."

"How the fuck can you be so calm, Heero?" Duo practically yelled at the Japanese teen. "That was the craziest thing I've ever seen, and I'm the fucking God of Death."

This earned him a smack upside the head from the raven haired teen beside him, "Being a self proclaimed deity does not make you all knowing."

"Let's go," the auburn haired teen said from his place at the head of the alleyway, how he got there the others weren't sure, they were positive he'd been at the back wall not two seconds ago. "The sooner we get that in, the sooner we get a lead, which is more than we had earlier and a better way to spend our time than hunting for leads. This could be connected to our case."

Ammie: Okay, so if you're still reading and not ready to kill me for not working on my other fics, let me know what you think.