Welcome back, kids! If the timeline is a little confusing, the last chapter was right before the third book would've started, so this is one year later, a little bit before the four book would start. Got it, children? Good.

Voting is still in. For some reason, Harry/Balisk is like uber popular, even though they've hardly even spoken to each other. If it wasn't for the name of the genre I have to put it in, I might just forget Harry was in it! Keep in mind kids that I get a vote too (though it counts no more than yours) and so do my beta and my friends, because they're technically readers too. Though they sometimes vote for dumb shit. Anyway, enjoy kids!

A Broken Encounter

Balisk turned over in his sleep and felt a pair of secure arms wrap around him. He looked up at a gently smiling face and mimicked the action.

"Hey there," The arms tightened slightly around him.

"Hi," He giggled back, letting his head drop to the firm chest below. Balisk sighed happily.

"Babe?"

"Hm?"

"It's seven a.m."

Balisk's eyebrows furrowed and he looked out the window. The moon was high and the sky was pitch black.

"Um, no it isn't."

"Seriously, it's time to wake up."

"What?"

"Balisk!" The blanket was jerked out from under him and Simone stood over his bed, panting slightly from having tried to get the boy to wake up for more than ten minutes. "Sorry, honey. But it's time to wake up."

"Oh, sorry…" Balisk stuttered over his words, not yet used to the foreign way Bulgarian's spoke.

"Well, breakfast is ready. Anthony and Viktor are already downstairs."

Balisk nodded and got out of bed, hurrying to put on his clothes. He walked down the steps to the small kitchen and saw Anthony sitting at the table, having a one-sided sword-fork fight with his nephew while a broader, brunette man (who had been introduced as "Viktor" a year prior) sat beside him and commented on how bad Anthony was getting his ass kicked by a toddler.

"How about you shut your damn mouth?" Anthony growled, stepping on Viktor's foot under the table.

"No cussing in front of the baby," Simone scolded before returning to cooing at the baby.

Balisk snickered into his hand before he took his seat in front of Anthony. He brushed back his hair—despite having grown used to the shorter length, he wasn't pleased with having to dye his hair black for safety precautions. And abandoning his regular eye treatments in favor for glasses hadn't been his choice, either, but being a run-away wasn't easy living.

"Hello, bitches!" A loud voice came from the kitchen door and a short, blonde boy came in, followed by a much taller blonde who had to duck so his chin didn't hit the door frame.

"Criss," Anthony pointed his fork at his nephew. "The baby's here."

"Damn, still? You'd think Isha would take care of her own damn kid."

"Well, you thought wrong, my dear," Simone kissed both the new guest's foreheads before setting two more places at the tables and placing food at them. "Eat up, dears. We've got a Port Key to catch."

"Port Key?" Balisk asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, dumbass here has got to go to England for the Quidditch World Cup. We're tagging along. That includes you." Anthony said.

"Um, why does that include me?"

"You're part of the family, dear." Simone said wistfully, kissing Balisk's cheek before picking up the baby and checking her watch. "It leaves in an hour. Nicholai, darling, did you remind your mother to come by here and feed Cashmere while we're gone?" The tall boy nodded mutely.

Cashmere swam in a circle around his fish bowl, as if he knew that they were talking about him. Anthony stood and cooed at the fish.

"Don't flop out of your bowl while we're gone."

"Don't get all gay over a fish, Anthony." Criss rolled his eyes, pulling at the taller man's arm.

Balisk smirked at the older boys as they exited the kitchen and walked out into the yard, pushing each other and calling each other ill names.

He'd never missed home so much.

*break*

"Okay, our seats are…right here." Anthony muttered in English, navigating around the large stadium.

"Wicked!" Balisk whispered, looking over the railing. Simone had her hands over her eyes.

"Don't do that! God knows vhat vould happen if you fell…"

"He'll be fine, Simone." Anthony rolled his eyes at his mother before hugging her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. "If you're so scared of heights, I could haff asked the coach for lower seats."

"No, no, it's fine. I'll just…Not look over the edge."

"How vill you vatch the game?"

"I'll use these Omnioculars."

"All right then."

"I told you these seats would be worth waiting for!" A voice shouted happily. "Oh, hello, Simone."

"Hello, Arthur."

Balisk tensed and Anthony put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"So, this is your son?" Arthur asked, shaking Anthony's hand firmly. "It's very nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

"And who is this?" Arthur asked, looking at Balisk.

"This is my younger cousin, Vincent." Anthony supplied quickly, smiling at Arthur.

"It's very nice to meet you, Vincent."

Balisk smiled dumbly and shook the older man's hand.

"Er, does he speak English?"

"No," Anthony said.

Balisk kept smiling.

"Anthony!" Criss yelled, waving from the end of the row. He walked over, tugging his Nicholai with him.

"Who is this?" Arthur asked.

"Oh, this is my friend, Criss and his tvin brother, Nicholai." Anthony explained. He received a few strange looks at the word "twin", as Nicholai was well over six-and-a-half feet and Criss barely broke five-foot.

"Fraternal twins?" Arthur asked.

"Identical," Criss said wearily. "No one ever believes me, though."

"Ah, I see…Oh look, the game's starting!" Arthur said, as if wanting to get off the topic.

*break*

The game had gone relatively well and Anthony had disappeared as soon as it ended, saying he was going to go find Viktor.

"How was the game, love?" Simone asked, stroking Balisk's hair lovingly.

"Fine. Just sad that Bulgaria lost."

"Ah, well, we can't win them all. Oh, watch out!" Simone said as Balisk bumped into someone and fell to the ground.

"Sorry." Harry's eyes were wide as he looked down at the person he'd knocked down. The taller woman beside him helped the boy up and spoke softly to him in what Harry assumed was Bulgarian.

"I-It's all right…" The boy's accent went through his words, but seemed strangely forced. He refused to look Harry in the eyes.

"Um, okay. You're glasses are broken, I think."

"He doesn't understand English, dear. I'll fix them." The woman waved him off and wrapped an arm around the boy.

Harry's eyebrows came together, but he left it alone.

"Are you okay, honey?" Simone asked when Harry had left.

"Yeah…God, that's the first time I've seen him in, like, a year. I was scared that he'd recognize me."

"So was I. Let's go to our tent and get some sleep, huh?"

"Yeah, sure."

*break*

Balisk couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes as he watched what those Death Eaters were doing to those poor muggles.

"Balisk, move!" Anthony yelled, dragging him with him.

Balisk's heart pounded as he heard Anthony mutter things to himself, "Viktor already left, hopefully. Nicholai went home before the game ended, the baby's with Simone…Fuck! Where's Criss?"

Criss ran up at the sound of his name, panting slightly.

"I'm here. I was help some kids out of the way. Their parents left them."

"I'll talk about my lost faith in humanity when we get somewhere safe. Balisk, I said move!"

"R-Right…" Balisk muttered, forgetting all his surroundings when he'd seen two redheads trying to navigate the insanity. He shook his head and ran behind the older men.

There were more pressing matters at hand than his loneliness.

*Owari*

THERE YOU ARE KIDS. I know it's short, but I had to put something out and I have, like, eight essays due, so I can't write a terribly long chapter. So, I chose title I made up because I liked it and no one voted other than the few submissions for names I got, so I chose by my own opinion. Don't like it? Well then you should've said something.

I've narrowed down the paring choices down to these

Harry/Balisk

Fred/Balisk

George/Balisk

Anyone can vote, that includes me, my readers and my friends that aren't on this site, but they do read the story. So if you're going through my reviews and you're all, "Wtf? They only voted for so-and-so, but she did so-and-so." Then it's because I got more votes from my friends. I've only got like, three, but their votes change every five minutes so…Yeah.

I love you kids, :D remember that reviews feed my bitchy beta and I'd like to get some sleep. Please kids, please? *puppy-dog eyes*