Chapter 2: Family bonding time

Harry was frustrated, he was not frustrated because he could not talk, no that wasn't the problem, he knew he would get those muscles under control within a year… No Harry was frustrated because at the age of too old and 2 days young, Mother Nature decided that babies couldn't eat anything that actually tasted good. He desperately missed his house-elf-made treacle tart, he missed his occasional lemon drop and something like fire whiskey seemed to have become nothing more than a dream. Perhaps Harry was spoiled when it came to food. He'd become a chef in a restaurant for a few years back in England after all

Harry had become used to be somewhat recognized, even after centuries his name meant something. People looked at him for answers when they were at their wits end. Not because he was the smartest wizard around, nor because he was the wisest. But because he was Harry Potter, and for a long time that had meant something.

But he was Harry Potter no longer.

No these muggles for some reason did not recognize the most famous wizard since Gilderoy Lockhart; they did not know he was well above the legal-drinking-age and it frustrated him. Even though he had sought anonimity before, there were Always people that still knew him, or of him. That was no longer the case.

Breast feeding while having the effect of soothing his 'tummy' was not something Harry felt comfortable doing, for merlin's sake, the woman could have been his great- grand- grand- grand- something- daughter.

And as if that was not bad enough he had to wear a… no he could not even think about it. 'It' was so embarrassing Harry knew he needed 'It' but honestly 'It' was not something that he ever thought he would have to wear again. 'It' itched, very badly and he was sure that he would get a rash somewhere because these muggles seemed like they had no normal 'Its'. No they were nothing like the 'Its' he had bought for Hermione's children and grandchildren, he remembered those things well enough, they were soft and fluffy, they smelled nice before they were used and had flying snitches on them. But no his 'It' was just a grey towel. As if he was living in the dark ages. Perhaps he was, he had no indication of the time period he was living in right now.

His mental destruction of 'It' was put on hold as a boy got closer, Harry still could not see very well. He really needed his glasses or perhaps his sight would get better with age. But he had found a trick, if he forced not-magic into his eyes he could see extremely clear, he could see so clear he could see people move before they actually did, he was sure Professor Trelawney would have been very proud of him.

So after forcing the not-magic into his eyes he could clearly see that it was the boy named 'Sasuke', apparently this Sasuke was his 'older' brother. The irony of this fact didn't go unnoticed. The five year old looked at Harry with awe apparent on his face and decided to pick Harry up.

That was another thing that frustrated Harry, he had no say, what so ever, over his own body. People would pick him up when they wanted to, no matter what state Harry was in. At the moment his 'It' was filled with the goo he was fed earlier and it, yet again, frustrated Harry deeply, to think that the master of Death had fallen so far after being not-dead. It was at that exact moment, as Sasuke picked him up, he decided he would, if ever he would meet Death again, curse his ass so hard he would be sorry he was even created by his king.

But for now Harry had to act like the baby he was, it would not do for him to become a freak again, while apparently pushing not-magic into his eyes was something that his 'parents' seemed to think was a good thing, so he did not have to bother not to do that whenever he felt like it, like now.

"You are really cute Haru-chan, I like your sharingan!" Sasuke seemed to gush out, at moments like this Harry felt like he was some sort of cute baby that was doted on, only to realize a few moments later that he was exactly that, a cute baby that was being doted on. So to keep up with his act Harry decided to make some sort of laughing sound which in turn caused Sasuke to comment on his actions "Awww, little brother likes it when Sasuke holds him and talks with him, right Haru-chan?"

"Hell yeah, and while you are at it, you could change my 'It' because I am not sure if I like it being all wet down there." Harry tried to say, but it came out as nothing more than a set of indefinable noises. That seemed to motivate Sasuke to continue talking

"Aww, Haru-chan, I will be a good big brother to you like big brother Itachi is to me! I will help you train shuriken and I will play ninja with you and I will play…" Sasuke kept on talking as Harry decided to tune him out he had been doing that a lot the last two days.

Harry decided to close his eyes and doze off, the soft humming sound of Sasuke's voice helping him drift off to sleep.


After being reborn into this crazy muggle family that seemed to enjoy feeding him gross goo that tasted like… well let's just say that gross goo was an appropriate name for the food they were shoving down his throat while trying to convince him the spoon was some sort of boat that went, as his new mother called it "Tuuuhht tuhht, come on Haru-chan, be a good boy and open up, the boat needs to dock!" Harry having no choice but to eat the gross goo that passed for food opened his mouth and swallowed it whole. He could not help but stare at the real food, while trying to swallow another spoon full of the orange colored goo. On the table, he recognized some of the food from his vacations to Japan and other parts of Asia, and he had to admit the Miso-ramen looked delicious!

So Harry being the smart forty day old baby that he was pointed at the Miso-ramen and tried to say "Feed me that please!"

Mikoto looked at Harry and turned on her 'I- am- talking- to- a- baby- voice' "Do you want to taste some ramen, Haru-chan?" and after seeing harry trying to heavily nod yes she put the baby food down to get a table spoon, only to be puked on by the baby that seemed to have gotten nauseous from the heavy nodding.

"Eww Haru-chan that is gross! You cannot puke all over Kaa-san! "Sasuke yelled in horror.

"Bloody hell, it's not my fault now is it, this goo is too gross to hold inside! I need real food! Give me my treacle tart, please." Harry tried to say but once again his speech was not comprehended by the two Uchiha's. and Mikoto while still covered in his previous meal picked Harry up from his stool, held him against her and rubbed his back while walking him to his crib, 'sometimes', Harry thought as he calmed down, 'it's not too bad in here.'


After three months Harry finally managed to use some of his muscles more properly, he could turn while he was lying on his back to lay on his stomach, he could lift his head up and all the while he was being praised by the Uchiha clan as some sort of a once in a lifetime prodigy.

Even his biggest brother, a boy named Itachi seemed to be impressed and spend a lot of time with the youngest Uchiha of the village.

"You know Haru-chan, I am happy you were born, little Sasuke now finally has someone to play with when he is not allowed out of the compound." Itachi said while he was looking to the full moon outside and holding Harry in his lap. And so they sat like that for what seemed like hours until Itachi spoke up again.

"You will have a difficult life Haru-chan, such high expectations will be put on you, and I am afraid you will not even have the time to enjoy your childhood the same way Sasuke does, silly little brother that he is." Harry looked up at this, his eyes turning into the famous Sharingan, Harry had not needed to amp up his eyes with not-magic as forcefully as he had to a month ago and so he had started to use the not-magic in his eyes more often, Harry understood now that somehow his eyes could be normal and green or he could go in to a special mode and turn his eyes into something called the Sharingan and they would look blood red, and apparently he was not the only one, a select few in his 'clan' seemed to have these eyes as well. They helped him understand the world around a whole lot better.

They helped him remember, make connections between what he saw before and what he could see now. Itachi's face, he was worried yet content. These eyes gave him an insight not even magic could've given him so easily.

"Sometimes little Haru, I think you understand me. Silly thoughts, right? Perhaps I am cracking under the pressure of our clan, I am tired Haru, let's sleep." Itachi looked so sad, Harry thought while he looked at the ten year old boy.

Harry wondered if he could help the boy somehow, but first he needed to let the boy sleep. Harry closed his eyes and decided to stay still; it was then that Harry promised to be the best possible brother to the Uchiha children. It did not take long for Fugaku to come home that evening to the endearing scene of his eldest and youngest son sleeping in front of the window.


Harry finally succeeded in two of his goals for this month, month four was the month in which Harry not only managed to utter out a word! But also the month in which he managed to stand on two legs, though he had to admit that those three seconds of standing up straight were pure bliss, when he had tried to walk he fell down face first and he could not help but cry, obnoxiously loud.

Thankfully Fugaku came rushing to him and picked him up to comfort him, Harry's face had streaks of tears running down his cheeks and there was blood seeping out of his nose.

"Hurts" Harry said, startling his second biological father, who did not know that baby's, that were actually older than three hundred years, could talk after only four months. Forgetting about the blood and tears for a whole second, Fugaku stared at the boy in amazement, 'this boy truly was a genius, how else could a boy of merely a few months talk?'

"Damn." Fugaku said more to himself than to Harry ,who was amazed as well, not because he could speak, no he had practiced a lot on that and knew it would not be long before he would succeed in his endeavor.
No, the boy-that-was-reborn-in-some-sort-of-muggle- family was amazed by how the sudden rush his not-magic made him feel, his not-magic, that once felt threatening, seemed to flood his head. He could feel a soft tingling in his nose stopping the bleeding. Perhaps the not-magic was sentient, for Harry was sure he hadn't commanded it to do so.

Fugaku placed the boy on his chair and started to wipe away the blood, not thinking about why it wasn't bleeding anymore. Fugaku made hushing sounds as he tried to calm Harry, who looked to be in shock, down "Shh, Haru-chan, it is alright, you just fell, just hush..."

A door slammed open and Mikoto rushed into the room launching a series of questions at Fugaku "What happened to him? Is he alright? Why does he look like th- ? Is that BLOOD?"

"He's alright Miko, he just fell, see? There is nothing wrong with him." and as Harry's second biological father said that, Harry snapped out of his shock-like-state and decided to ease the tension in the room by letting out a giggle, 'oh the joys of being a four month old baby' Harry thought to himself as he saw his parents' look of worry disappear and a look of relief take hold.

"He said his first word, Miko" Fugaku said to his wife while he was petting his youngest son.

Mikoto looked expectedly at the father of her children, "Well, tell me what he said!" she practically cried out in frustration as Fugaku seemed to take his time telling her.

"Hurts" Fugaku's face showed some kind of mix between sadness and joy. To think that his son, after only four months would start to talk was something amazing, but that his first word had been a word that expressed pain was not something he had wanted for the boy.


At dinner that night the entire family was sitting down on the ground enjoying their meal, Mikoto shared with her two other boys that Harry had already said his first word and asked them how their days were, this caused Sasuke to launch his story about his own day in an avalanche of words at the rest of the family.

"Well, I went to the academy today and Iruka-sensei was talking about how it would only be one more year before we get to be taught how to throw a kunai! And it was really hard to listen to sensei because Shi-"and here Sasuke paused, rolling his eyes up as if thinking about something, and then continued as if he never took a break "kamaru was sleeping in the seat next to me and he was snoring and it was really annoying and then Naruto stood up and said he was going to be the best at throwing kunai because he was going to be Hokage! But that is stupid, right father? Because he is really dumb and is the lowest in class, he can hardly write so I think he cannot be a Hokage because a Hokage is the smartest, bestest, fastest and most awesomest ninja of the village and Naruto is none of that, he is just a dobe!" Sasuke finished his tirade and took a bite out of his dango-stick.

"Sasuke!" His mother chastized the boy. "It is unbecoming to speak so unkind of people, especially when they're not here to defend themselves. I think it is wonderful thing that the boy has a dream." Mikoto preached to Sasuke before she dropped the two wooden sticks she was feeding herself with.

"As Uchiha we are lucky, you are lucky. Not everyone has that, not everyone has an entire clan behind them. Still, he can dream of becoming a great person. Just like I dream of my boys becoming strong ninja." Mikoto paused, while Sasuke looked at her defiantly. "Don't you have a dream, Sasuke? Something you wish?"

Sasuke looked at his mother and Harry could see him thinking as his face had a pensive look engraved upon it.

It was Itachi however that spoke up "My dream is that we all can live our lives without pain, without hatred, I would be very happy in a world like that."

Everyone was silent after that, everyone but one tiny baby.

"Good! Good!" Harry exclaimed as hard as his squeaky voice could manage. And everyone but Fugaku started to laugh, but Harry looked around with a confused look on his face which seemed to encourage the Uchiha family even more and Sasuke even rolled over the floor while holding his belly. Harry was glad he could lighten up the mood some.

Fugaku was a very composed man, to the entire village he was the epitome of a ninja, he was silent and seemingly deadly loyal to the Hokage but above all this he was a father and husband, and while he was eating dinner with his family nothing else mattered, not even Uchiha honor, at home he let loose the tight reign he had held on his emotions all day, and he let out a smile that seemed very out of place to every ninja or villager that had seen him, but to his family, it was as if that smile meant they were home.

Rewritten 7-2014