Rating: M (for Mud Puppies Baby)

Warnings: Slash/Yaoi, Het, blood and stuff, mentions of underage (I guess)

Disclaimer: Yes, that would be my name right there, on the spine of the book. See? Hey...wait a minute...DAMN YOU ROWLING! I don't look Japanese enough to be the one on the Naruto manga spines either!

Note: Sorry for the long wait. My computer got a virus again. I'm beginning to think people get on it when I'm not home. Anyway, I hope you all had a good St. Patty's day! I certainly did, though I can't remember half of it. Isn't that how you tell you had a good one though? 8D Double update to make up for the long wait!

It had been several days since he'd acquired Jonathan and Harry was sitting at the bar with Mikael, eating dinner. Jonathan was sitting in Harry's lap, happily sucking on a bottle. The bar was particularly empty tonight, which Harry found odd but not to worrisome.

He'd be getting the required paperwork in the mail tomorrow so he could go and officially adopt Jonathan. He planned to slip his Hogwarts permission form into the pile as well. Hopefully his relatives would be to stupid to carefully read through all the parchment pages before signing them.

He turned his head to frown questioningly at Mikael when the boy dropped his fork. His eyes widening in concern when he saw Mikael bent over, clutching his stomach.

"Mikael? What's wrong, are you okay?" He reached out a hand to touch the other boy, jerking it back when something moved under his skin. "Mikael?!"

"S-sorry. Forgot…"he gasped, falling from his chair to curl up on the floor.

Behind the counter, Mark cursed. "Shit, tonight's a full moon!" Alarm sang through Harry's vein and he quickly handed Jonathan over to the bar tender, who squawked in shock at being handed a baby. Dropping to the floor beside Mikael, Harry grabbed his shoulder.

This time he left it there, even as Mikael's skin shifted disgustingly under his palm. "Mikael, is there any way you can delay it?" The boy shook his head, keening in pain now.

People were already vacating the room, realizing what was happening from the conversation. Harry turned to look at Mark, but the man shook his head. He had no idea what to do. The bar wasn't exactly a secure place and if Mikael got out he was likely to bite someone.

"It's alright Mikael, it'll be okay. Just let it happen then, don't fight it." Harry rubbed the agonized boy's back comfortingly, flinching when the skin and shirt tore to reveal wet fur. It dried quickly and sharp snapping noises marked the breaking of bones.

Mikael's face was twisted in a scream, but no sound came out. Harry shuddered and searched through his mind to find a solution. He wasn't an animagus, though now he was considering learning to be one again. An animal form would have been helpful at the moment.

He didn't have the Inuzuka veterinary drugs to subdue him with. All the spells he knew wouldn't work on a werewolf. His jutsu was designed to kill, or heal, so they were out. A warning yell had him automatically dodging a swipe from sharp claws.

A wolf the size of Doku when he was a teen snarled at him, obviously considering him more important than the ones behind the bar. Harry was grateful for that because he didn't want to have to kill Mikael. Another lunge and dodge. Harry brought his cane up to whap the canine over the head, but he recovered quickly and barked at him.

Harry blinked, shocked, before an idea struck him. Waiting for the wolf to lunge again, Harry smacked him as hard as he could with his cane, then used his cloak to cover the wolf's head while it was dazed. Locking his legs around it's neck, flinching when fabric teeth put pressure on his side, Harry quickly began to perform hand seals.

The beast squirmed, snarling and scrabbling to try and get Harry off as he quickly finished one set and began another. Distantly, a pain began to form in the pit of his stomach and spread outward, encompassing his whole body. The form between his thighs grew weaker and weaker, until he was simply laying there.

When the pain suddenly stopped, Harry breathed out slowly. There was another whine between his legs and Harry understood it to be a request for air. He cautiously removed his legs and when the werewolf didn't try moving tugged the cloak off.

His cane was held defensively, as if he'd unsheathed his sword, but the beast didn't try to attack him. It lay where it was, panting for breath. Carefully, Harry wuffed at it. The werewolf's tail thumped against the ground as it wagged weakly and Harry smiled.

"It's alright now Mark. If you could take Jonathan up to my room, I'll take care of Mikael." Harry murmured, keeping an eye on Mikael in case the jutsu hadn't completely tamed his need to kill. Mark made an unhappy sound, but slipped up the stairs. He didn't want a baby getting hurt.

Mikael whined lowly, shifting his head to better see Harry. The Gryffindor inched forward until he was crouched beside the large dog. Reaching out, he softly ran his fingers through the silky fur on Mikael's neck, then scratched behind his ear.

Tail thumping again, Mikael let out a weak bark that had Harry grinning widely. "So you have your mind now? That's good. What I did was a technique known to very few. I wasn't sure it would work, but I'm glad it did."

A questioning yip as Mikael rolled to a more comfortable position. "No, it won't force you to obey me. You'll be able to think like this though, and I can understand you in this form now." The hand moved to rub an exposed belly.

Mark reappeared at the bottom of the steps. His eyes widened when he caught sight of the werewolf being petted by Harry. "What did you do?"

It was immediate, Mikael's reaction. He was on his feet and growling within seconds. He'd made sure to position his body between Mark and Harry, but the man held up his hands and took a step back.

Harry reached forward to grab the scruff of Mikael's neck and tug him back. "Hush Mikael, it's just Mark. He was worried." An unhappy huff was his answer, but the growling stopped and the beast lay back down.

Eyeing the man, Harry smiled a little. "It's a family secret, but he won't hurt you now. Is Jonathan sleeping?" Mark frowned at the obvious subject change, but nodded.

"Would you be able to do this sort of thing for anyone? Or is it just for very young werewolves?" Mark asked, moving behind the bar slowly to start cleaning up. He wouldn't be getting anymore customers tonight.

Thoughtfully, Harry stared at Mikael. The wolf was wagging his tail again, obviously please about the attention being paid to his ears. "I'm pretty sure I could do it for anyone, but it's a little complicated and involves a life long bond of sorts."

Mark paused in his cleaning, murky green eyes suddenly fixed on Harry. "Like a marriage?"

"It can be," Harry agreed. "It doesn't have to be though. The bond simply pulls on the regular human's mind and essence to influence the human half of a werewolf. It also tends to give the full human more lupine features and behaviors."

Mikael wuffed questioningly, his head tilting.

"And the ability to understand a werewolf in their transformed state. It used to be used with dogs to create a tighter working relationship between them and their masters, but both parties decide what sort of relationship they're going to have." Harry said smiling a little. It felt good to have the empty spot in his mind where Doku and Kinobu had been occupied.

"So you just decided to try it out on a werewolf to see if it would work?" Mark asked skeptically, directing half full pints to dump into the sink.

Harry shook his head. "It was accidentally used on an animagus, so I knew it wouldn't have any detrimental effects on Mikael. We'll be a little more perceptive of each other's moods and needs, but it won't influence us to do anything with that knowledge."

The bartender nodded "Alright. You might want to head up to Jonathan soon though, he was fussing so he probably won't be asleep long. I left a warm bottle for you."

A grateful smile was shot at the older man, then Harry patted Mikael's head. "You do what Mark tells you, even if it's to let him lock you up in a bathroom. You're still contagious if you bite someone and sometimes a canine's instincts can overpower a human mind."

Waiting until he got an agreeing bark, Harry waved at Mark and made his way upstairs. Like Mark had said, Jonathan was stirring, his little face scrunched up unhappily. The wizard scooped the child up with a little hum and gently rocked him until he settled again.

He'd have to send off a note explaining his situation to McGonagall soon. She was his head of house and would probably know if any special accommodations could be made for him. He doubted his dorm mates would want a baby waking them up at all hours of the night after all.

The papers came the next day, but Harry didn't get a chance to take them to the Dursley's. Mark and, more importantly, Mikael accosted him the minute he set foot downstairs the next morning. Both of them were looking rather anxious, though Harry was sure that it was for completely different reasons.

"Harry! I really didn't bite you last night?" Mikael asked, rushing forward to sniff at his neck, then at Jonathan's hair for any wolf scent. There was a little on Harry, but it wasn't much so he relaxed.

"No, you didn't bite me. Both of us are fine this morning. Are you feeling alright though? Nothing to out of sorts?" Harry reached out with his free hand, Jonathan balancing sleepily on his hip, and brushed some hair out of Mikael's face.

He brightened, a smile lighting up Mikael's face. "I'm perfectly fine! It didn't hurt when I changed back this morning at all. I don't think I've felt so good after a full moon since Mama and Papa kicked me out!"

Since he didn't seem to notice that he'd mentioned his parents, Harry didn't say anything. Instead, he smiled at the younger boy and turned a questioning look on Mark. The man smiled, obviously deciding his question wasn't important, and moved behind the bar to set out the breakfast foods.

A couple more people came downstairs, mostly werewolf customers that had used the warded rooms Mark rented out, and they began to eat. An older woman, looking like she'd been chewed on all night by a rabid cat, eyed Harry's little group curiously.

She motioned Mark over and talk with him quietly, but Harry couldn't hear what they were saying so he didn't worry about it. There was a little more shopping to do today, then he'd have to drop by the Dursley's again. After that he'd have to explain some things to Mikael about himself and what he'd done last night.

He wasn't looking forward to trying to squeeze in some training after all of that.

As it turned out, Harry didn't get a chance to go visit the Dursley's for nearly two more weeks. The couple of times he'd dropped by, they'd been on vacation to some tropical place. The neighbors didn't know exactly where, just that it was nice.

When he showed up at the their house for the fifth time, he was pleasantly surprised to see the family car in the drive. Mikael clutched nervously to the back of his shirt, obviously remembering Harry's Aunt's disdain.

Jonathan was blissfully ignorant of where he was. Content to chew on the fistful of black hair. It only reached to Harry's shoulders, but he'd not bothered to tie it back and the baby was positioned rather high so Harry's smallish arms could support him.

Dudley opened the door when Harry knocked, a cross look on his face. It quickly morphed to something wonder and fear when he realized who was at the door. "C-come in. Mum said that you would probably be showing up soon."

The large boy fidgeted as Harry stepped inside, Mikael close on his heals. When the door was closed, Dudley led them into the kitchen. Petunia's lip curled when she saw them.

"What do you want now boy?" Vernon's angry growl drew sharp green eyes, gold staying locked on Petunia in case she tried anything.

"I'm here with the custody papers, Uncle." A bit of shifting had the stack pulled from his messenger bag. "Once you sign those Jonathan will no longer be your problem. Also, I won't be giving you the money for his things until they're signed, all of them."

Both adults narrowed their eyes at him, but Petunia came over to quickly scan the parchment paper. She pursed her lips "It says here that you will also be emancipated." Her clipped tones held something of a question, though it was well disguised behind her disgust.

Harry smiled a bit mockingly. "I can't assume custody without being considered an adult by our laws. Until I turn seventeen, or until you give consent for me to live under my own power, you'll be stuck with the possibility of both of us freaks being thrust onto you again."

A pen was quickly snatched up and names were scribbled on the indicated lines. When each document was finished being signed, it vanished in a puff of smoke. Vernon had spluttered when it first happened, but five pages later he simply twitched.

The last page was his Hogwarts permission form, so he quickly snatched that up once they'd signed it. Technically, since they'd emancipated him, he didn't need it. But he wanted to make sure all his bases were covered as far as those visits into the town went.

"Is there anything we forgot last time we were here?" The question was directed at Petunia, who hesitated. Harry raised an eyebrow and she hurried from the room.

When she returned, a manila folder was held tightly in her hand. "The boy's birth certificate, identification, and hospital records." Petunia said stiffly, handing the folder over. Harry tucked it into his messenger bag with a nod.

"Good by Aunt, Uncle. Come on Mikael." The werewolf, stepped closer to him, wary eyes watching the adult Dursleys until they'd left the room.

The pair, plus baby Jonathan, moved to slip down a small alley to summon the Knight Bus when footsteps made them pause. Dudley came running round the corner, panting heavily. "Wait! If," he paused to gasp for breath, bent double against a garden wall. "If I wanted to contact you, about Jonathan, how would I do that?"

Harry eyed his cousin warily, but the bigger boy did seem genuinely interested in his little brother. "There is a pub called The Leaky Cauldron in London. It's hard to see if you aren't one of my kind, but so long as you know to look for it you should be able to get in. Just tell the man behind the bar that you need to owl something."

Green eyes turned to look at Mikael. "Dig out three galleons please Mikael." He did so, handing them over to Dudley reluctantly. "Use these to pay for the owl. You might have to get the man to let you into the alley, but there should be a post office in plain view once you're through."

"Harry…" Mikael murmured, inching closer to the older boy. "we should get going. You said we had an appointment with a healer today and it's almost time."

Smiling down at the werewolf, Harry nodded. "Thank you for reminding me Mikael. I'll send you some pictures of Jonathan later, alright Dudley?"

The fat boy nodded, staring sadly at the little baby who was staring back without any comprehension of just who Dudley was at all. "Bye Harry, bye Jonathan." Mikael frowned at being excluded, but he supposed that the boy hadn't been introduced to him. He wasn't even sure he'd want to be introduced given the chance either.

After buying a pair of new glasses, which made seeing much easier than his old ones had, they went to Graceful Alley to eat lunch at a Greek restaurant. They happily tucked into their food, Mikael humming at the flavor while Harry smiled indulgently and fed Jonathan his bottle.

"What's this? Potter, you got a girl knocked up at your age?" A rather shocked voice sounded behind them.

Mikael tensed up, his fork dipping away from his mouth. Jonathan spat his bottle out, clearly unhappy, and Harry twisted in his seat to look darkly at whoever it was that was interrupting his meal. Theodore Nott, realizing the hostility, raised his hands to show he wasn't a threat.

"I was just curious, the baby does look rather like you." Harry glanced down at the baby with a small frown. He didn't see a resemblance.

"I-it's his cousin." Mikael spoke up hesitantly, darting a worried glance at Harry.

The Potter frowned a little, slipping the bottle back in the baby's mouth. "Yes, but he's registered as my son with the Ministry now. What do you want Nott?"

Not bothering to ask, Theodore pulled a chair up and sat at their table. "I'm just curious as to how you have a kid. You're barely older than me so you can't possibly be allowed to have one that isn't biologically yours."

Frown deepening, Harry ate a bite of his noodle dish before answering. "My Aunt was not equipped to deal with a magical child, I agreed to look after him and she signed custody over to me. I'm the last of the Potter line, so it wasn't very hard to get permission to take up the title of Lord." He shrugged a little, eating some more of his food.

Theodore nodded, knowing that you had to be emancipated to take up Lordship of a line. Jonathan spat his bottle out again, his face scrunching in displeasure. Harry sighed "Alright, I get it. You're done with your bottle. How about something else?"

A little bit of digging and a jar of muggle baby food was produced. Jonathan seemed to quiet when he saw it and eagerly cleaned the rubber covered spoon when Harry stuck it in his mouth, smeared with mashed carrot. Theodore watched, shocked at how very domestic his classmate seemed outside of school.

It took a quiet growl from Mikael to pull him from his stupor. He immediately turned wary eyes on the unassuming boy who he hadn't really noticed was sitting with Harry. "Is there anything else you wanted?" His teeth were slightly sharper than a humans and Theodore's eyes darted up to meet gold.

"No. I'll just be going now, shall I?" He smiled a little crookedly at Mikael, standing to leave. Harry barely flicked a glance at him, content to feed his new son. The rest of the day went smoothly, with no surprises.

McGonagall's letter came in right before bed time.

Mr. Potter,

Thank you for alerting me to your change in situation. While we can't give you your own rooms, Professor Flitwick has agreed to teach you a localized silencing charm that will let you block sound in a specific area of a room. You should be able to use this if your dorm mates complain.
As for the young man you mentioned, he was on the list to attend as a child. If you can promise that he'll work with the school to keep the other children safe then he may attend. Headmaster Dumbledore would like to meet with you both after the welcoming feast.
On a more personal note, congratulations. I know that you are very young to be taking care of a child, so please feel free to ask myself or any of the professors for help. Good luck Mr. Potter, I'll see you on the first.

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Again, sorry about the long wait. I hope you guys liked this one! Also, the voting for a pairing is still open so you can do that. Please review, even if it's just to tell me how much you hate it!

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