A/n: Hello, my lovely Dragons! This is a plot bunny which has been nudging at my brain for a while. For the sake of my sanity, Bulgarian Viktor is spelt with a K, and Russian Victor has a C. In all other YOI fics by me, Russian Viktor is spelt with a K. That was not possible here.

I have bumped the HP timeline up about 10-20 years. Everywhere but Britain is using electronics. Britain just doesn't like muggles, and refuses to have anything to do with them. Thus, no electronics.

I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I did! Thanks to kurosakiami02 for betaing for me!

Disclaimer: I don't own it!

"Yuri! We're going to Hogwarts over Christmas to support my nephew! Isn't this exciting?"

Yuri paused in the process of taking his skates off, Victor having draped himself across his back. Hogwarts? Ah, the British wizarding school. Victor had mentioned something about a tournament there, maybe his nephew was part of it? Well, whether he was or not, he'd always been curious to see what a wizarding school looked like, since he'd been homeschooled.

"Alright, when are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow!" Victor grinned and kissed the top of Yuri's head.

"Huh?! Tomorrow? Victor, you have to give people more than a day before warning for things like this. Are we going by portkey?" Really, sometimes Viktor was such a pain.

"Sorry, Yuri, but I was just so excited! Plus, I really wanted to be able to be there for him this time. I haven't been able to make it to many of his quidditch games, so I want to give him support this time. The portkey leaves at eight PM." Victor peeled himself off of Yuri and sat down, watching as Yuri finished taking his skates off.

And then Victor would say something like that and remind him why he loved him so much. He sighed, mind going back to when he'd first met Victor, when something like this would have rendered him a stuttering mess of frantic questions. After so much time spent with the man, he had gotten used to his whimsical nature and his tendency to make last minute changes. But even then, none of them had been as big as this.

"What should I be packing? Should I bring my skates?" Yuri asked. He hoped Victor would say yes, because he really didn't want to go without skating for however long they would be there. "How long will we be there?"

"Pack for cold weather, bring your skates, make sure you have at least one formal outfit, and..."

They spent the entirety of the way back to the hot spring talking about the trip. Apparently, there was a lake they were allowed to use for ice skating, as long as they made sure it was safe. His audible sigh of relief had made Victor laugh as they climbed into the hot water to ease sore muscles.

Well, at least the trip would be interesting.

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Honestly, Victor was worried about his nephew. The boy (nearly a man now) had never learned how to deal with pressure very well. He always shut it all in, determined not to show anyone that he was nervous, thinking that it made him weak. It had been fine when it was just quidditch, because he loved quidditch, and so his love for the sport overcame his nervousness, and he always came out of a match smiling.

But Victor knew that his nephew held no love for this tournament. From the brief messages he had gotten, he's been able to surmise that the only reason the boy was in it was because his entire school idolized him. Which meant that he had no outlet for nerves and stress, so he would be losing sleep and eating less, and he would get more and more stressed, and he was determined to draw his nephew out of that self-destructive cycle, even if it meant going to Hogwarts himself.

And even if he hadn't told Yuri of his suspicions yet, he had a feeling the other man would understand once he saw the bags under his poor nephews eyes. After all, who better to understand pressure than two of the best figure skaters in the world?

And that was why they were there, following the instructions on a piece of paper that had been on the desk in front of where the portkey had dumped them. It was supposed to lead them to 'the great hall', where lunch was being served (it felt more like dinner). As they stood in front of a massive doorway, he had feeling they had found it.

He took a deep breath and pushed them open with a bang, "Viktor! Come give your favorite uncle a hug!" Silence fell upon the previously bustling hall, students and teachers alike wondering who this strange man was.

"Uncle Vic?!" Slowly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, Viktor rose up from his seat and moved toward Victor. When he got within arms reach, Victor reached out and pulled the boy into his arms. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in Japan."

"I came to support you, obviously. I was in Japan, but there's a lake here, so I can still skate." He squeezed his nephew tight and then held him out at arms length. "What is this? You've lost weight? You haven't been eating enough. And don't think I missed the lack of sleep. You have your skates? Yes? Then you are going to come outside and skate. I have a feeling you haven't been relaxing at all. Yuri, will you go check the ice?"

"Yes. I'll start warming up too. I want to work on some of my jumps."

Viktor nodded meekly in the face of his uncle's worry. Although...skating did sound wonderful. His uncle was right, it had been way too long since he'd relaxed. He waved a hand at Karkaroff to tell him that it was fine, he did actually know this person, and herded his uncle back out the door.

He knew he was stressed when ice skating actually sounded fun.

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Like baby ducks following their mother, the whole of Hogwarts stood and waddled after Krum and his uncle in a daze. It had all happened so fast, from the man opening the door, another dark-haired man standing behind him, to Krum going somewhere with him. It sounded like they were talking about going outside, which was just crazy since it was below freezing out there. (Was the dark-haired man already out there?)

And then curiosity took over and it became a general consensus that they needed to follow the pair. Sure enough, they headed towards the gates that lead outside. When they got there, they paused and Krum said something. The man nodded, and leaned against the door while Krum ran in the direction of the Durmstrang housing.

"Hey, you. What do you think you're doing? I don't care if your his uncle, you have no right to be-" Karkaroff was cut off by Krum's uncle waving his hand like a wand. After that, the man quickly went back to ignoring them.

Just as Professor McGonagall was about to step forward and question him, Krum came racing back, a pair of shoes clutched in his hands, wearing significantly warmer clothing. Krum's uncle held his hand out, and Krum deposited the shoes in them. They were white, and they had some kind of metal blade on the bottom. The man carefully ran a finger over them, as if checking for something, and when he deemed them satisfactory, he handed them back.

Hogwarts once more followed them as they went outside. The Beauxbatons students had a moment where they considered staying inside due to their hatred for the cold, but curiosity won once more. When they got to the lake, the man who had been with Krum's uncle when he first came in was gliding on the ice, the same strange bladed shoes on his feet. When he noticed them, his lips curved into a fond smile, amusement at the entourage dancing in his eyes, and he moved over to a bag that was laying on the shore.

He picked it up and glided (there was no other way to describe it) over to Krum and his uncle. "Victor, I have your skates. I also have your gloves. I'll help your nephew put his skates on while you warm up," he said, handing the bag to Krum's uncle (who was also named Victor? Was it a family name?) as he motioned for Krum to sit down.

Krum sat and handed the shoes (skates?) he was holding to the black-haired man, who swiftly pulled Krum's boots off and put the skates on instead. McGonagall (Dumbledore seemed to have elected her to be the spokesperson) took this as an opportunity for her to finally ask who these people were, and stepped toward them. She gave a small, polite cough, and the black-haired man looked up with a sheepish grin.

"Ah, I'm very sorry. I should have introduced myself earlier, but you know Victor. He's like a train, he just keeps going." He stood and held a hand out, then laughed as he realized what he'd said. "Well, I suppose you don't know Victor, not with how closed off the British are. My name is Yuri Katsuki, and the over-enthusiastic man on the ice is Victor Nikiforov, uncle to Viktor Krum."

One of the Durmstrang students gasped and stepped forward, saying "You mean you're THE Yuri Katsuki? The one who got a perfect score on his short program in China? And he's THE Victor Nikiforov? Gold medal Olympic champion?!"

Yuri bowed and smiled, "Yes, that's us. Now, if you'll excuse me..." And then he pulled Krum into a standing position and headed back out on the ice, leaving several people, boys and girls alike, with their jaws on the ground.

"You know who they are?" Asked McGonagall.

"Of course we do. How could we not know who two of the top figure skaters in the world are? Especially when..." they trailed off into giggles, all of them sharing significant glances with each other.

"Figure skaters? What on earth is a figure skater?"

Horrified gasps ran through the cluster of people who had been laughing like maniacs. One of them eyed Yuri, who had his legs spread out and looked to be preparing for something, and said, "Watch him."

And they did. They watched as one foot lifted off the ice, and then he was airborne, spinning so quickly it looked like he wouldn't be able to land it, but he did, and clapping filled the air. Yuri looked over at them and waved, once more facing forward. He picked up speed, and they gasped out something that sounded like, "He's going for a quad! A quad!"

Yuri went for a jump, and fell. Pomfrey looked extremely concerned by this, going so far as to try to get over to him. "Is he alright? That looked like a nasty fall. Perhaps I should go over and help..." she said, only to be waved away by the man himself as he hopped up with ease that spoke of having done it before many times.

He took off again, except he was going backwards around the lake. He went around a few times and then skated over to where Victor was giving Krum advice on how to balance better. Victor turned to Yuri and said something before Yuri once more took off. He got into position, jumped, and landed it to loud cheers from his fans.

"I don't see what the big deal is. This ice skating things looks so easy I bet anyone could do it," Draco said sullenly. Victor and Krum passed by just as he spoke, and both skidded to a stop. A grin spread on Victor's face, even wider than it already was, and he reached behind him and grabbed a wand.

"Well, seeing as it's so easy, perhaps you would like to try? And maybe someone else?" Victor scanned the crowd until his eyes fell upon a short boy with messy black hair who looked like the younger, British version of Yuri. He pointed, "How about you?"

The boy jumped, but after glancing at his friends and their encouraging smiles, he nodded and came forward. Draco just scoffed, "Potter? You're going to have Potter try? Ha, I bet he'll embarrass himself within seconds."

Victor just ignored him, turning to shout for Yuri to come back and help. Yuri came gliding back with his hands clasped behind his back, a bemused expression on his face. "Victor, what are you doing?"

"Why, this young one wanted to try ice skating because it's easy, so I decided to give him and one other a short coaching session. You get the confused one with messy hair, I'll take the antagonistic non-smart one." Victor was smiling, but it was a very scary smile. Yuri just sighed and motioned for Harry to come towards him. When Harry was in easy speaking distance, Yuri pulled a wand from behind his back and crouched down.

"Here, give me your foot. I need to see what size you are so we can get you the right pair of skates. What's your name?"

Harry set his foot in Yuri's hand, watching as Draco did the same, and not more than a moment later Yuri was pulling his shoe off and transfiguring his sock into something that went farther up his leg. "My name's Harry Potter." And then there was a skate on his foot. He was surprised at how heavy it was.

"It's nice to meet you, Harry. I apologize for Victor dragging you into this, but it irritates us when we hear something that we've worked at for nearly our entire lives be put down as easy." Said Yuri as he repeated the process on Harry's other foot. When he was finished and the skates were tied tight, Yuri held his hands out, and Harry grabbed them. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall. Feel free to lean on me if you need to."

They stepped out onto the ice, Yuri carefully leading Harry. He was very glad that Yuri was letting him hold onto him, because otherwise, he would have fallen like Malfoy did when he refused Victor's help. As they skated, Yuri kept a constant stream of advice and encouragement until he could skate by himself without falling.

When his legs started shaking, Yuri picked him up and skated back to the rest of Hogwarts with Harry in his arms. "You've done enough for today, since this is your first time skating. Don't worry about it, we all have to start somewhere. If you still want to skate while Victor and I are staying here, just come on out while we're practicing." He said as he set Harry down on the shore and put his old shoes back on.

Yuri looked over to where Victor was still helping the blond kid, and saw his legs shaking too. "Well, looks like the other kid is done too. I'll bring him back, and then we'll have to get back to practice." He sighed, "What a hectic day."

When Malfoy and Krum were both back on solid ground, Victor smirked at the blond kid, "Wasn't that easy, was it?" Malfoy shook his head, the back of his cloths soaked from falling.

Yuri rubbed a hand across his face, carefully avoiding knocking his glasses off, "Victor, calm down. He didn't know before, and now he does. Let's go back out, ok?" His stomach growled, and he blushed, "Or maybe not."

Victor laughed, "That's right, we forgot to eat. Let's go get some food, shall we?" Yuri nodded, and they sat down in the snow to pull their skates off. Krum walked up to them, the expression on his face a clear indication of a question.

"Uncle, you have the recording of Yuri's last performance, right? Can we watch it while we eat? I didn't get a chance to before, and I didn't have a way to get to it here..."

Both Victor and Yuri looked surprised when the majority of the people who had been watching them nodded in agreement. Victor thought about it for a moment, the agreed, "Yes, it'll take a minute to set up, but we can watch it."

Krum grinned, "It's a plan then."

"Yup, it's a plan."

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Yuri sat down on one of the long benches in the great hall. He grabbed a plate and loaded up on food, watching as Victor pulled his phone out and pulled up the video of his short program first. He muttered in Russian as he drew his wand in a rectangle right above the screen, and the image on his phone popped up as a larger image above the head table. He cast a quick sound enhancing charm and hit play.

It started when he and Victor were talking, right before the actual performance started. Someone wolf whistled and said, "Bloody hell he's hot. Are we sure they're the same person?"

Victor winked at him. Yuri wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Why had he agreed to this?