Rating: M (for Mud Puppies Baby)
Warnings: Slash/Yaoi, Het, blood and stuff, mentions of underage (I guess)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter. I wouldn't be struggling to pay for college if I did.
Note: One of Harry's original pups! The Naruto aspect is starting to work it's way into this, though it'll be subtle until around chapter 12-13 when the actual plot of this begins to properly pick up. For those of you who think this is to slow, or I gloss over to much, look at the bottom of the page. Also, if you want to be a little entertained, look at the bottom.
Harry grimaced, walking up the drive to his old house. Behind him, holding onto his shirt, was Mikael. The werewolf had begged to go with Harry when he'd woken to the older boy getting ready to leave. Harry had agreed, unable to resist the puppy eyes.
So they'd made a slight detour to get Mikael a set of clothes that actually fit. Harry promised they'd go shopping properly once they were done at the Dursley's. A quiet knock on the door was ignored, so Harry pressed the door bell.
His aunt flung the door open, a barely pleasant grimace on her face that quickly turned to a scowl when she saw who was at the door. Instead of closing the door in his face, like Harry had expected, Petunia instead pushed it open wider and stepped aside so he could come in.
Wary, Harry did so. He held tightly to Mikael's wrist to make sure she didn't try anything funny on the poor boy. With how close the werewolf was sticking to him, however, Harry doubted she would have managed even if he hadn't been holding onto Mikael.
"I figured one of you freaks would come, though I didn't think they'd be so careless as to send a child." She sneered and Harry returned the gesture.
Sitting down at the table when she pointed at it, Harry looked around the kitchen. There were baby bottles drying on a rack, several messily folded kitchen towels, and what looked like a milk spill on the counter. He'd never seen it so dirty before.
When his aunt came back from wherever it was she'd vanished to in the house, she was carrying a child with her. It was wailing, loudly, and Harry could smell that it's diaper hadn't been changed in a while from where he sat at the table.
Mikael pressed his nose into Harry's shoulder and breathed through his mouth.
"Here, it's yours. I want nothing to do with your kind." She grimaced again, plopping the child down on the table. It would have fallen back and smacked it's head if Harry hadn't quickly reached out and steadied it.
"What is the meaning of this Aunt?" Harry growled, his eyes narrowing on the woman.
She sniffed, then wrinkled her nose at the smell. "He's one of you freaks, isn't he? We can hardly be expected to care for something so unnatural." The foul woman made it sound as if such a thing should have been obvious. "His name is Jonathan," she said, almost as if it were an after thought.
Harry took a deep breath, then grimaced. God, when had this poor child last been clean? "Get me a diaper Aunt, and some clean clothes for the boy. In fact, anything you bought for him should be packed up so I can take it with me. You'll be reimbursed for the items later in the week."
"Also, I'll be back with some papers for you to sign when I come to give you your money. If this is your son-"
"It's not! Such an abomination would never have come from me! You must have tainted it when you were here!" Petunia interrupted angrily, her hand going to her stomach.
"-then Uncle Vernon will also have to sign a couple papers to give custody over to me." Harry finished through gritted teeth. The woman huffed, but nodded once and moved back into the house to retrieve some clean things for the baby.
Laid back on the table, his wails grew louder and Harry hushed him gently. "There there little one, I know. We'll have you clean and warm soon, I promise," he cooed.
At his side, a hand now holding a bit of Harry's cloak to his nose, Mikael marveled at how gently Harry handled the baby. Having seen how vicious Harry could be at their first meeting, and knowing how nice he could be by his continued care, he was still a little shocked.
Some diaper wipes, a diaper, and clean singlet were thrown down onto the table. Petunia didn't stick around to watch if her nephew knew what he was doing, she left to finish packing the baby things away.
Deftly undoing the snaps at the crotch of the singlet the boy was wearing now, Harry frowned. The fabric was stained and crusty. The removal of the diaper itself had him seething in anger, open sores were infected and filthy. No wonder the child was crying, he had to be in horrible pain.
Gently, to avoid hurting the poor child anymore, Harry cleaned him up. Mikael was crying now, his eyes locked on the infant.
"Mikael, I need you to go start the sink. Make sure it's luke warm water and then stopper it. I can only use water to wash him, because we don't have any safe soap, but it will be better than nothing." Harry murmured, gently rubbing the baby's tummy to try and calm him down. It seemed to be working a little.
Once the water was ready, Harry stood on the kitchen stool to gently wash the baby. He cried at the sensation of water on his sores, but he didn't squirm to much so it wasn't hard to get all the filth off of him.
Using a clean kitchen towel, Harry patted the boy dry. Then, he moved back over to the table and put the clean diaper and singlet on him. By this time the crying had dropped down to sporadic keening and miserable sniffles.
Being careful of his bum, Harry cradled to boy to him and waited for his aunt. She appeared several minutes later and dropped a relatively small sized box in front of Harry. "That's all of it that I'm willing to give to a freak. The crib and such are from my family so you can't have those."
Harry refrained from mentioning that they were his family too and instead dug around the box until he found the baby sling he knew his aunt would have. With the ease of much practice, he adjusted it to his size and slipped the baby inside.
"Mikael, if you could please carry the box." He moved to do so and Petunia zeroed in on him as if she hadn't noticed him before. Her mouth remained in a thin line however, so Harry didn't bother with an explanation.
They left the house, Mikael flinching at how loudly the door slammed. "We'll take the Knight Bus back to the alleys and drop this box off. We'll have to do a little more shopping than I expected since there is now a baby to care for."
Mikael nodded, boarding the bus when it appeared. The conductor gave them a strange look for having a baby, but didn't comment. He did, however, tell the driver to be more careful as there was a child on board.
During the ride, Harry looked through the box. A few worn toys, several singlets, a package of diapers, and the baby bottles. There wasn't any formula, as Petunia had probably stopped giving him proper milk once they'd run out.
In the sling, the whimpering baby suddenly let out a loud wail and Harry grimaced as he realized the poor child would need his diaper clean again soon. Mikael remained quiet, fiddling anxiously with his fingers. Sure, Harry had said they would still go shopping, but would the older boy still want to care for him now that he also had a baby to look after?
What would happen when it came time for his friend to go to Hogwarts? Surely they wouldn't let a baby, let alone a werewolf, in. Would the child be foisted onto him while Harry went to learn about magic? Would he be allowed to stay at the tavern if Harry wasn't there?
The bus came to a stop and Harry pulled his hood up. They entered the Leaky Cauldron and baby Jonathan's wails quieted in fear of the loud pub. Harry rocked him a little, not wanting him to be scared, and quickly made his way into Diagon Alley.
Once safely inside their room, Harry changed Jonathan's diaper. The boy screamed and squirmed like mad atop the bed, making a mess of the sheets, but Harry managed to get him cleaned up and in a clean diaper.
"Can you get me my list Mikael?" The werewolf silently did so, anxiously watching the hiccupping baby on the bed as Harry quickly jotted a couple more things down. "Is there anything in particular you want or need?"
"No, I'm alright." Mikael's voice was subdued and it made Harry pause. Green eyes silently looked over the bowed head, the withdrawn posture, and softened.
"I'm not going to drop you." Mikael's head came up suddenly, wide golden eyes staring at Harry. "Just because I have Jonathan to take care of doesn't mean I'm going to ignore you Mikael. I promised to take care of you, so I will."
"What about Hogwarts?!" The werewolf immediately brought his hands up to cover his mouth after he'd blurted that out.
Harry blinked, shocked for a moment, before laughing. "You'll be coming with me of course. If they don't like it I can always find a tutor and learn outside the school, or look for a school that will accommodate us."
Tears began to fill Mikael's eyes and he moved forward to bury his face in Harry's chest. "I thought you were going to leave the baby with me and go away." He mumbled, his shoulders shaking a little.
Shaking his head, Harry comforted the boy until he'd calmed down. "Better now? Good. You'll want to put a cloak on as it's beginning to get a little chilly in the evenings."
Their shopping trip lasted nearly four hours and it was dark by the time they returned to the tavern. Harry waved off Mark's curious look, trudging up the stairs with Mikael in tow. Their shrunken bags were enlarged and emptied, the items that had been shrunk to fit in them enlarged again to their regular size.
Harry pulled some potion vials out, then ran a shallow bath. He poured the contents of the vials into the water and settled a naked Jonathan in it. The baby scrunched his face up, not liking being given a bath, but the pleasant sensations on his backside kept him from crying.
When the potion laced water turned blue, Harry pulled the baby out and drained the tub. He checked to make sure all the sores were gone and smiled at the blotchy red skin. Nothing was left of the terrible diaper rash.
He rinsed Jonathan off, refilled the tub with warm water, and climbed in himself. The vial he hadn't poured into the water was used to clean Jonathan's hair, being a mild soap formulated specifically for babies. The child fell asleep halfway through the bath.
When Harry came back into the bedroom proper, Mikael was already sitting under the covers on the bed. Harry had bought a book on werewolves when Mikael had asked him to and the boy was reading it. Settling Jonathan into the crib, Harry dug his own book out of the small stack they'd made.
This one was about dimension travel and he'd bought it on a whim. Having gotten Jonathan, albeit at a much younger age than he would have expected, he wondered how hard it would be to return to the elemental countries; if they even existed in this universe.
An hour later, Mikael's soft breathing let Harry know it was time to go to sleep. He had training to figure into his schedule tomorrow, as he'd been neglecting it again lately.
Okay. I gloss over because I'm trying to cover a large amount of time in only a few chapters. I like to assume you have some idea of what a day at hogwarts would be like, or what was important in Harry Potter (whichever book) that I can mention it and you won't have to worry. If it gets glossed over then it likely wasn't important to the story I'm trying to create. Deal with it.
The "slow" moving along of the plotline. The main focus of this story isn't Voldemort. It isn't even getting back to the hidden countires. Yes, they're important, but right now setting up Harry's power base and his relationships with the characters is more vital. Like I said, his fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years are where things start to pick up. Though, from my current writings, it's actually begining in his third year.
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Story: Once a Wizard, Always a ShinobiChapter: 10. Chapter 10
From: Julian Jaimez ()
WTF y is there male on male content that shit is fucked up
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This was a review for the prequel of this story. Since you didn't sign in I'm answering here, though I doubt you'll read this far if you're so against it. There is Male on Male content because I like it. My readers, for the most part, like it. It isn't as overbearing as other authors make it, so suck it up or go away. Also, what did you think the shounen ai/yaoi warning was refering to? Strange sound FX? Well, at least you had mostly better literacy than the others who shared your opinion.
There was another review, but because this person was expressing a valid opinion I''m not going to bash it. They were a little bit derisive about the fact that Harry was raped in the prequel. I understand that as such things usually annoy me in a story too. He was raped in order to connect and understand Jonathan easier since I wanted the brutality of the Dursley's to come through. The grass nin, which is what you seemed to have the most problem with, were not in between missions. They were hired to kidnap Shurachi, since he's the heir to a well known Konoha clan. They got a little out of hand and raped him, mostly to show that they're lesser people and to give Koishi a chance to show off a bit. It's no different than when Cloud nin tired to kidnap Hinata, though obviously they didn't escape Konoha like the grass nin did.
Please review and tell me what you think!
Taku
