Rating: M

Warnings: Slash/Yaoi, Het, blood and stuff, underage (technically)

Translated Diclaimer: I own these things as my own Africa. In other words, not at all.

Note: HAHAHA! Okay, so I was messing with Google Translate. I put this chapter in, translated it into Czech, then copy pasted the Czech and had it translate back to English. It was to hilarious reading it that way. Oh man. You guys should try it. Pick a chapter from any fan fiction and translate it. It's bound to be more amusing then.

Groaning, Harry reached his hands down and threaded them through silky red hair. The hot mouth around him vibrated with a moan and he gasped himself. "Percy…" A tongue flicked out in response to the name and Harry arched.

He could feel pleasure building, curling his toes and up his spine. It tickled teasingly at his belly until, with a mad push, it escaped him straight into his boxers.

Unfocused eyes snapped open, then Harry covered them with his arm and groaned for an entirely different reason. In the bed next to him, Mikael turned over with a little snuffle. Harry was careful not to wake him as he climbed out and moved into the bathroom.

This wasn't his first such dream, but he was getting tired of having to clean himself up nearly every morning. Yes, he understood that he was a teenage boy just starting puberty, but it was starting to get a little ridiculous.

Spelling his clothes clean, Harry stepped into the shower. It only took three minutes for his body to alert him and he glared down at the stiff flesh. "You were never this bad the first time around. Either calm down or I'm going to cut you off."

As if in defiance, his penis twitched a little. Harry closed his eyes with a frustrated sigh and took it in hand. He was quick, not even bothering to think of anything in particular. He just needed it to go away so he could finish washing.

Freshly showered, and feeling less annoyed, Harry stepped back into his dimly lit room. Mikael had curled around his pillow, cuddling into it. Jonathan was standing up in his crib, waiting patiently for Harry to take notice and come get him.

Harry pressed his finger against his lips in a shushing motion and made his way over to the crib. "Be quiet for Papa, we don't want to wake up oniisan!"

Smiling widely, Jonathan pressed his whole fist to his own mouth and made a shushing sound. Harry smiled widely at him and quietly hefted his bag up. "That's right, shhhhhh."

The baby giggled a little and Harry hurriedly left the room so he wouldn't wake Mikael. "Niiiiishan!"

Pausing, Harry stared down at his son. Then, with a little grin, he began talking again. "That's right Jonathan, niisan. Mikael is your niisan and Papa is otouchan." Mark blinked over at him from behind the bar when he heard the strange language Harry was speaking in.

He sat down at a stool and grinned in thanks when Mark sat a plate in front of him.

"What was that you were speaking Harry," he asked curiously?

Harry swallowed his bite of eggs and then nudged a spoonful of yams into Jonathan's mouth. "It's Japanese, or a dialect of it anyway. I'm teaching it to Jonathan." It was really a little more ancient than the Japanese he'd managed to listen to since leaving the Dursley's.

"You want to learn otouchan's language don't you?" Mark blinked again, then shrugged a little.

"Are you going to be talking to him like that all the time?" The bartender wiped down the counter, then began to count out his empty bottles of liquor.

Shrugging, Harry ate some more of his breakfast. "Probably. Why?"

Mark paused to look at him, as if to gauge his mood, then went back to his inventory. "Does Mikael know this language? Or those other two boys you bring over?"

Surprised, Harry stopped Jonathan's spoon halfway to his mouth. "No, but you're right. I should probably teach it to them as well." He frowned a little, moving Jonathan's spoon again when the baby made an impatient sound.

"Where did you learn Japanese anyway? I haven't heard you speak it before and I know none of the guys can speak it. I'm also pretty sure Hogwarts doesn't have language courses." Mark made it sound casual, but Harry could hear the natural suspicion in the man's voice.

"I've always been able to. I've just never had a reason to use it. I did this morning and Jonathan repeated me so I decided to teach it to him. Isn't this the age when things like that are best done?" He scooped some yam off the baby's face with the rubber covered spoon and stuck it back in his mouth.

Unable to argue, Mark nodded. "It is, or so I've been told. If you're going to teach those boys of yours you'll probably want something to help speed it along though."

Harry finished his food and turned his attention to only feeding Jonathan. "Like what?"

Mark shrugged, glancing up at Harry again. Sometimes he felt like he was talking to an adult, and sometimes he felt like he was talking to his grandfather whenever he had a conversation with this boy. Now it felt a little like talking to his uncle though, which was strange since he'd never had any.

"There's a potion that the apothecary down the street has for special order. It lets a mind learn any language it hears for an hour. So if you fed it to them, then talked to them in Japanese the whole next hour, they'd get a pretty good start on the language. It can only be used once for each language though."

Green eyes turned to look at Mark again. Then a small smile made the stare soften. "Would you mind ordering it for me next time you go? I'll pay, but the man who runs it tends to treat me like I'm inferior to him or something."

"NIIISHAN!" Both men looked at the baby startled, then glanced over at where he was making grabby motions. Mikael was standing at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing his eyes.

Harry let a grin split his lips and leaned down to kiss the top of Jonathan's head. "You're so smart Jonathan!"

Mikael shot Harry a startled look, but came over for his own breakfast. "Is that the language Shurachi spoke?"

They'd decided that they would refer to Harry's past life as if it were someone else when they wanted to ask him about it. Since he didn't use the name, it wasn't very hard.

Harry nodded, putting the half eaten jar of food away. He cleaned the baby up and glanced at the clock. "We'll be in late tonight Mark. The Creeveys have invited us over to celebrate my birthday at their house."

Nodding, the bartender folded the paper up and stuck it in an envelope to be sent off to his supplier. "I'll let the guys know you won't be playing tonight then. They'll be disappointed they won't get the chance to cheat you out of more potions."

Laughing a little, Harry waved as they left. Collin's father came to pick them up at the Leaky Cauldron. The ride was nearly two hours with a silence that was only broken by the occasional question and the radio.

When they arrived at the Creevey household, Harry was jumped on by a pair of excited brothers. "We managed to get a hold of some other people!"

"I hope you don't mind, but we owled Dean and Seamus." Dennis beamed up at Harry.

Glancing into the room revealed the year mates in question. "Hello Dean, Seamus."

"Happy birthday Harry!" They threw some confetti at him, which he protected Jonathan's face from with a little grin. "Zabini and Nott said that they would send their presents by owl. Nott's father won't let him go and Zabini went to make sure he was okay."

No one asked why he wouldn't be.

Someone else entered the room with Rick and Harry flashed a smile at the redhead. "Percy! I thought you had to work today?"

Blue eyes smirked at him behind thin glasses. "I did, but when Crouch found out it was my friends birthday he let me leave early. Something about keeping ties to the outside world or something." Percy waved his hand to emphasize the unimportance of his bosses reasoning.

"Well I'm glad you could come. Thank you guys for doing this." The Gryffindor hugged both Creeveys.

Rick cleared his throat and Harry smiled at him in thanks as well. The man's cheeks pinked. "Ah, why don't you boys go play some footie outside? I still have a bit of cooking to do before lunch is finished and it's a nice day outside."

They cleared out, Harry shooing them a little when Dennis seemed like he would protest. Obviously Rick wanted them out of the house for some reason. They were already imposing, it was the least they could do to spend their time outside.

So, settling on the grass in the backyard with Jonathan and Percy, Harry watched Dean and Collin teach the game to Seamus while Dennis and Mikael kicked the ball around impatiently. They'd been at it for nearly half an hour when one of the boys barreled into Percy, who'd been reading a book beside Harry.

Harry giggled into his hand, tugging a curious Jonathan out of the way of the ensuing struggle. In the end, Percy pinned Mikael to the ground. "What was that about Demidov?"

Slender fingers rescued the book from it's rocky resting place while Percy and Mikael argued. Green eyes glanced over it, then widened. A pink blush flooded Harry's cheeks and he stashed the book in his baby bag.

"Sorry Percy! I didn't mean to. But hey, since your book is gone you should come play with us! We're uneven in teams!" Mikael beamed up at him nervously, twiddling with some grass as the older male pressed harder into him.

The Weasley's eyes narrowed, his face coming incredibly close to Mikael's; almost like he wanted to sniff out a trap. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

A brief flash of panic in Mikael's eyes made triumph flicker in Percy's. "Well, you are right about my book disappearing." He eyed Harry, who'd calmed his embarrassment by now, "So I guess I'll come play with you. But! And I do mean but Mikael. I will only play for a little while."

The werewolf beamed at him, reaching up to hug the older boy briefly before squirming out from under him and racing back to the others. Harry threw Percy a smirk, mocking him for how easily he'd given in. Percy sniffed haughtily and moved at a slower pace to the younger boys.

Laughing quietly to himself, Harry adjusted Jonathan's shirt so it wasn't riding up and let the baby crawl around on the blanket again. He'd have to reapply the sunscreen again soon. Didn't want his son's skin to burn.

It was another few hours before any of them came back toward the house. Harry had enjoyed a nice nap, as well as a light lunch of sandwiches that the boys had been to competitive to stop and eat. When they headed inside for dinner it was already getting dark outside.

"Daaaad!" Collin's sweet voice caused the man to eye him suspiciously from across the dinner table. "It's really dark out, and it's getting kinda late…"

Dennis batted his eyes at his father and picked up his brother's sentence. "Can our friends stay the night? Pretty please?"

Startled, Harry looked up from the peas he was trying to get Jonathan to eat. Rick eyed them all, taking in his son's hopeful looks, Dean and Seamus' anticipation, Percy's rolling eyes. It was actually Harry's surprise that made up his mind.

"Alright, but you can't stay up all night." His stern eye was met with ecstatic squeaks from his children. The slightly older boys weren't as showy, but they were pleased nonetheless. "Harry, do you mind if I steal you for a bit after cake and presents?"

"Of course not Mr. Creevey. I've been meaning to ask you some things as well." He shot a brilliant smile Rick's way, then laughed as Jonathan squealed in reaction to his father's happiness.

Harry's presents were mostly books. Percy got him a catalogue of weapons for owl order. It was probably the most useful of the gifts as Harry had already spotted several of the weapons he'd been searching for since he'd gotten Shurachi's memories.

He was happy with the photo album from Collin, cooing over all the pictures of Jonathan and the other boys. Dennis and Mikael had decided to join together to make him a planner. It had what everyone had already learned in it so he could decide what to teach them next easier.

Dean had sketched him a couple pictures of the creatures and people he'd been interested in over the school year. There was even a picture of Ron and Draco fighting with each other, though Harry didn't look at it for very long. Seamus gave him a spell book that Harry was amused to discover had the spells for turning water into a number of other liquids.

Harry warned all the boys against giving Jonathan cake once all the presents were open, handed the baby off to Percy, and followed Rick into the man's bedroom.

"How old are you Harry?" Green eyes blinked at him bemusedly, but Rick didn't back down.

"What do you mean? We just celebrated my fourteenth birthday." He sat down on the soft bed to stare up at Rick, wondering what the man was trying to get at.

Hazel eyes narrowed in a frown. "That's not what I meant Harry. I heard the boys talking about you a couple days ago. They said they couldn't believe how old you really were. I want to know what they meant."

Closing his own eyes, Harry laid back on the bed. When he opened his eyes again it was to stare up at the ceiling. "I'm technically a little over 36 years old."

Rick made a choking noise and Harry turned his head to look at him in concern. "Rick? Are you alright?"

He coughed a little, looking pained. "I probably seem like a terrible parent to you, don't I? I'm twenty eight and already I abandon my children to other people."

"It's okay Rick. Not many people would have been able to handle being a father at fifteen. You were obviously around enough for Dennis to also be here, and you took care of them after their mother died in childbirth. That shows that you love them." He reached out to tug the man onto the bed beside him.

Rick snorted and twisted his fingers around Harry's. "I hardly ever see them, to busy working to spend any time with my children." He sneered at himself. "Did you know that they talk about how attentive you are to your son? They would rather you be their father than me!"

"They don't. Your boys love you Rick, what they want from me is different." He held up his hand to stall the protest that the man was going to make. "Yes, they understand you work so much to let them go to Hogwarts. However, I've been a parent since the first time I was seven Rick, they don't want me as their father. They want you to be there for them more often."

Pained eyes looked up from the olive bed spread at Harry. "Why do they always talk about you as if I weren't enough then?"

"Because you aren't." Harry noticed the flinch at his blunt words, tightening his hand to keep the man from retreating. "They talk about me so much because I'm the person who takes the most interest in them at school."

Hearing a loud laugh down the hall, Harry smiled wryly. "Well, the most adult person who takes interest in them. They tell me all about you as well. Making sure I know about this or that thing you did with them over the summer, when they were younger, or even things you promised to do with them at their next break. You're a good father, but I'm a good mother."

He smirked a little as he admitted to his old title. Rick blinked, then scrunched his face in confusion. "Mother? What do you mean?"

Laughing a little, Harry explained. "It was a joke that my father and sister started when my mother died. My little brother was about Jonathan's age and learning how to talk. So, those two decided to teach him that I was Mommy." He shrugged a little self-consciously. "It stuck and soon enough my other pups were calling me Mother or Aunt."

"But that doesn't explain what you meant by my being a good father and your being a good mother to Collin and Dennis," Rick pointed out, not even noticing when he squeezed Harry's hand to keep his attention.

"I suppose I got so used to being the nurturing one, as it were, and I tend to mother the younger children." Harry squeezed back and glanced at the door when another loud laugh filtered through it. "You don't have to worry about it Rick, you're still their most important person in the world. I'm just a good supplement when you can't be with them."

The door burst open with a red faced Collin falling through. Rick quickly pulled their hands apart and stepped forward to keep his son from hitting the floor. Collin beamed up at him "Thanks Dad! Come on, you gotta see what Dean and Dennis did to Percy!"

He tugged his father out the door and Harry followed with a secretive little smile.

There you go! I think Rick is way cute in this chapter, being all insecure and such. He tooks Harry's "true age" so well because he simply assumes something like that isn't to shocking in the magical world. He's a muggle and for all he knows deaging is normal. And before you ask, yes. Percy was reading porn. 8)

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