Okay…..So poll results…..

Snake- 6

Joker- 6

William- 3

Harry/Dagger/Joker/Doc- like 50

…..Seriously. I was checking my email and there was review after review just saying foursome. At first it was really funny, and then I got scared. I have no problems writing it, but I didn't think you'd all really want it.

So unless the others get fifty other votes, the main pairing (for now) is the foursome. But don't worry, I have a plan! A very EVIL plan!

Enjoy!

Part 3

The switch between high class society and circus life scared Harry. Only once in his life he had not lived in his beautiful manor. Only once in his life he had not had gourmet meals three times a day. Never in his life had he been expected to do chores. The fact that if they got into the circus he would live in a tent, eat greasy foods, and no doubt do chores terrified him. He had never done any of those things before. Harry was terrified that he'd mess up an accidentally blow there cover.

"Wotcher Charlie!" Tonks yelled. The next thing he knew, she had wrapped an arm around his neck in a choke-hold, pressed her other in fisted hand to his scalp and rubbed. Hard. It must have looked silly to passerby's to see an overly cheerful woman in a faded yellow dress beating on her 'younger brother'.

"Ack! Dora!" Harry flailed in the woman's arms. Just what the hell did she think she was doing? With all of his squirming, his clothes were getting messed up. Good thing they weren't his 'fancy' clothes. Just a simple pair of brown trousers, a white button up and a warm brown coat.

"Enough with yer depressin' thoughts, 'kay kid?" She said, releasing him. Her blonde hair had gotten a shade lighter in her attempt to be cheerful but her eyes had gotten darker; showing her disapproval. They started walking through the gate after he was released, Tonks first, Kingsley last, and Harry in between them.

Sighing and rubbing his sore head, Harry apologized. "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm afraid I'll do something wrong." His sentences were now coded so no one would overhear the wrong thing.

Harry took in his surroundings with the child-like wonder he was known to poses. The people here really did live in tents! How could they possibly stand it when it was only mid-January? Didn't they freeze at night? If they took a bath, then would their hair freeze if it wasn't dried properly? Tents didn't offer too much privacy, so how did these people deal with listening to their neighbor snoring all night long? It just did seem usual or normal to Harry. But, in his defense, he had grown up with anything and everything his heart desired. So, did that mean that these people grew up in these canvas homes? Had they grown up having to perform silly little tricks to get enough money for their next meal? Was this truly all that they knew about living? That seemed rather sad to Harry.

"Oh Char, don't worry, you'll be fine. And if anything goes wrong Leo and I will be there to 'elp you."

"Thank you Dora." Harry said. His cheeks had taken a pink hue, for he wasn't used to many people caring about him so much. "S-so, where do we sign up? Do we fill out an application and give it to the ring leader or…"

Kingsley laughed. It wasn't mean or mocking, but genially amused. Kingsley had a nice laugh, the boy noted. It was deep and warm. "You two must be related! Dora asked me the same question this morning." He explained humorously.

Harry and Kingsley laughed while Tonks scowled at them. This only caused the two to laugh harder.

"Worst part is he never answered me." She grouched.

They were coming up on a small group of people practicing for the show. There was a woman with curly black hair, red eyes, and rather large…assets. She was dressed in a very revealing, very short black leather outfit. Harry blushed at the lack of modesty the woman had. In one of her hands was a whip, the other was outstretched, palm up. She was yelling commands to a tiger, something simple like 'shake'. She smiled when a large paw was placed on top of her hand and she produced a treat for the animal.

There were three other men around her. There was one who larger than Kingsley in both height and muscle mass. He was bald so you could see the tattoos that traveled from the top of his head, down his back, and so on. The man looked scary, especially when fire was blown from his mouth, yet there was something about him that gave off a kind and protective vibe.

One of the other men was lazily throwing daggers at a target. He never missed the bulls-eye. This man was drastically shorter than the fire-breather. He had a round-ish face, bright amber eyes, and messy black and platinum blonde layered hair. He looked strange, more so than the rest of his companions. It seemed that his whole body was stripped black and white. His shirt, ruffles and all, had a vertical striped pattern. His vest was white, and his pants were black, but where the vest had black accents, the pants had white. His hat was gray, probably the only gray on his body, with black fur lining the edges. Around his eyes was a hick layer of charcoal and underneath it, resting on his cheekbones, was a single black dot on each side. Harry had thought that a person could only be so stripped, but another look showed white and black nail polish on every other finger. As mentioned before, this man was strange.

The last man was like a walking rainbow. His eyes, like his coat, were vibrant purple; although, his coat had large yellow diamonds near the edge of the sleeves and the bottom of the coat and yellow lining along the edges. Rainbow-man's hair was fire-y orange. He hand bang on the left side of his head that hung down and framed his face. If you took a closer look, one would see that the rest of his bangs were pinned against the side of his head. His hair was really long, maybe even longer than Sirius'. Harry could tell because the man was standing at a quarter view to them, tossing a red ball up in the air and catching it with his right hand. Part of his hair had been clipped up to look like flames or an orange halo around his head. His eyes were also lined in black, just not as drastically as dagger-man. One eye had a tear track design that shifted from black to blue. His ears were pierced several times, they could tell because the sun was reflecting off of the metal, and on top of his white and black checkered vest was a big yellow ribbon tied in a bow. On hand, his right, went behind his back as he bowed at the witch and wizards.

"Afternoon! I'm guessing that you're the ones who signed up for a recruitment test today." Rainbow-man said more than asked. He had a pleasant voice, cheerful and mid-range.

Harry and Tonks sent Kingsley a look that said 'you-couldn't-have-just-told-us-this-before'. The glamoured man just chuckled at them. Addressing the circus performers, Kingsley said: "Yes, 'm name's Leo. This 'ere is my fiancée, Dora, an' 'er brother Charlie." Harry and Tonks could see that Kingsley did not enjoy his temporary accent. He looked like he was trying to stop himself from cringing.

"Huh. This one's kinda cute." Rainbow-man said. It was directed at Harry, much to the boy's utter mortification. Kingsley was still amused while Tonks looked beyond angry. How dare that man make such comments about her sweet little brother! "Anyway, I'm Joker, the ring-leader." He said proudly. He smacked his chest as if he was trying to make sure that they knew who he was. "This here is Beast, our animal trainer," He pointed to the woman who, for some reason, was glaring hatefully at Harry. "Jumbo, our fire-breather," Jumbo nodded at them. "And our dagger throwing expert, Dagger." The last boy was paying more (positive) attention to the three. Dagger was smiling and waving as he was introduced. Harry felt compelled to do the same back. "Well, now that we've gotten that over with, let's start the test. What is it you specialize with?" Joker asked.

Tonks smiled at Harry and gave him a gentle push on the back. "Go on Char."

Flushing, Harry took out the faux wand Kingsley had given him. It was one of the silly black and white muggle interpretations. Kingsley had explained that while it would not work as strongly as his true wand, this one would still channel his magic to allow weaker spells and charms to be casts. "I can conjure things." He said shyly. The circus men were smiling encouragingly at the adorable boy. Beast's hand was continuously clenching and unclenching the hand that held her whip. She looked like she was trying to calm herself. Weird.

With a wave of his wand and a muttered spell, dozens of birds flew out of the tip of his wand. They were about the size of his palm, round and yellow.

"WHOA! Joker you can't do anything like that!" Dagger shouted. His eyes were alight and he had a huge smile on his face.

Joker was in the same state. He was gaping at Harry, wonder written all over his face. "That's so COOL!" He yelled.

Jumbo smiled, which, oddly enough, looked normal on his face. Beast looked like she could commit murder. Seriously, what was her problem! Tonks and Kingsley were smiling proudly at the boy. But instead of boosting Harry's confidence, all of the attention he was getting was making Harry was to run back to the townhouse, crawl into his bed and never leave. Ah, what a great plan. It would save his poor face from the chance that it may stay as red as the ball that Joker had been tossing.

Said man had placed his hands on Harry's face and brought them closer together. "So young, yet already so skilled. Imagine what would happen if you got some training, oh the possibilities~!" 'If only you knew Mr. Joker.' Harry thought. It was then that he felt something odd on his face. Where Joker's right hand was supposed to be, Harry did not feel the warmth of flesh on his skin, but rather the cool touch of something smooth and boney. Carefully curling his fingers around the bone-like thing he pulled it away to get a better look at it. He was shocked to see that it was a bone. Or material that had been sculpted to look like bone. Harry hadn't noticed how he was trailing his fingers along the skeletal hand. Harry's heart sadly reached out to the man with the prosthetic arm. Joker had to have been a muggle, muggle-raised, or an orphan to have such a limb. There were potions created to heal wounds like these. Sure the recuperation and physical therapy processes would be hell, but the end result would be worth it.

Joker stared at the boy who was unconsciously touching his hand in what could be considered an intimate manner. Big blue eyes showed a mixture of sadness, confusion and amazement. How peculiar. Joker could not deny that that what little magician was doing to him freaked him out a bit. He felt warm, pleasantly so, and content. Something about those eyes made him relax. They were so intense, but not in a way that made him feel uncomfortable. Rather, they had a softness in them that attracted him, or Joker was just seriously repressed if he was feeling attracted to a person that he just met and a child none the less! But, attraction or not, Joker was not about to let this boy get away.

"I lost my arm in an accident a long time ago." He said softly. Harry looked up, their eyes connected, and Joker saw the tell tale film of tears appear. Something inside the older man clenched uncomfortably tight. Just as he was about to wipe the tears away, Harry pressed his face into his vest. For the boy's sake, Joker wouldn't admit that he felt tears soaking his shirt, but he did pull him closer and stroke his hair. That had always calmed Joker down when he was younger. "Why don't you go next Dora."

Tonks nodded and took out something from her back pocket, though she never stopped looking at Harry. "My specialty is tightrope walking, do you have one I could borrow?" She asked cheekily. The object in her hand was a black blindfold.

"Sure, sure let's go."

The strange group walked into a large tent, Harry had calmed down and was now letting loose an occasional sniff, but he still stayed close to Joker's side. There were people doing various routines, some were juggling, others balancing on various objects, and there was even a few who were flying around on the ceiling. There was one man that caught their attention. He was balancing on twenty or so rectangular boxes stacked on top of each other. That should have been impossible, no muggle could balance like that and a wizard would have to use enough magic to keep the boxes and themselves balanced which, in the end, would tire them out. Plus neither Tonks nor Kingsley had given any indication that they had sensed any magic. So was it possible that this man was like Sebastian?

"That's Suit, he's funny." Dagger said. The man appeared on Harry's other side, placing a hand on his shoulder as he told him about 'Suit'. "He's, like, seriously into the occult or something. He's always talkin' about demons an' stuff like that. An' he says it with such a serious face that it just makes you crack up!" As if the thought of it was just as funny, Dagger let out a long gut busting laugh.

Suit spared them a glance as they passed by. Although, when their backs were to him, they didn't see how Suit's oddly colored eyes were trained onto Harry's back. The kid reeked of that Demon and his little pet. Great, not only did e have this mission to worry about, but now he had to keep his eye on that kid.

Tonks had walked across the tight rope in record time; blindfolded, and backwards. After nearly giving everyone a heart attack she decided that she was going to be funny and jumped off of the platform and down into the net. Harry wasn't the least bit surprised that Kingsley was the first to reach her or that he pulled her into a bruising embrace. Harry reached her next, hugged her tight (which was really hard seeing as Kingsley refused to let go of her) and pinched her arm.

"Ow! What was tha' for Charlie?" She whined.

"For making me worry, y'pest!" Harry yelled. Tonks blinked, then smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Sorry!"

"THAT WAS SO INTENSE! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO FALL!" Dagger looked like he was about to faint. Jumbo was relieved that Tonks hadn't broken her neck and Beast was indifferent.

"I think that we can agree that Charlie and Dora have passed. Now all we need is to test you Leo." Joker said.

In the next few minutes, Kingsley was soaring across the top of the tent. Joker had once again pulled Harry close to his side, much to Tonks and Beast's anger. Jumbo was watching the man intently and Dagger was sitting on the floor, alternating between staring at Kingsley and staring at Harry.

In the end, it was decided that the three had passed.

"And now, we shall give you your new names!" Joker announced. The first person he pointed to was Kingsley. "From now on, you shall be known as Lion!" Harry smiled at 'Lion'. He could tell that the man was happy with his name. He probably thought that he was going to get a really bad name or something.

The next one to be named was Tonks. "Your new name is Danger." Tonks let out a squeal of happiness. She would be happy about getting named Danger.

Finally it was Harry's turn. Harry turned to Joker expectantly. Blue and violet eyes connected and Joker smiled. "You, little Charlie, shall go by the name: Angel." To Harry's horror, he blushed. Of all of the names that he could have been given, he had to get Angel.

A/N

Hate this chapter. Felt like shit all day and look what happened. It's too short too.

Next one will be long, I promise.

I added a bit of Joker/Harry fluff, too sweet though. Very very sweet.