Rating: M

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

Diclaimer: I wish I had even a fraction of the money these guys makes.

Note: Back from camping! If you're interested in hearing about it, I'll post a bit at the bottom. In other news, my updates started working again! Thank you everyone who offered advice to me. : )

Harry frowned as he looked around the platform. Collin and Dennis were chatting happily with Mikael about what they'd been doing in the week they hadn't seen each other. Mikael was equally enthusiastic about the attack at the Quidditch World Cup as he was about some new shop he'd found tucked away in a back alley.

Quietly, Jonathan was gnawing on his stuffed spider's leg and watching the world from the safety of his chest harness. Harry knew that he'd soon be to big for the harness and had already started looking into prams. It would be awkward, but hopefully his son would be mobile enough to not need one.

Percy followed along behind them languidly. He'd volunteered to help them get settled on the train before he had to go into work. His family seemed rather surprised to see him there, a ripple going through the group of redheads as they all noticed him.

They came to the train and Percy levitated the four trunks off of the trolley. "Lets find you all a compartment. The train will fill up rather quickly and I need to leave for work soon." Harry smiled gratefully at him and stepped onto the train.

It took them a little over three minutes to find one of the larger compartments. Thankfully, since they'd picked the back of the train, it wasn't occupied yet. Percy settled their trunks overhead and cleared his throat.

"Harry, do you think I could speak with you privately?" Harry looked up from where he was situating Jonathan in a playpen. The baby huffed, disliking the small space, but didn't pull the spider out of his mouth to complain.

Green eyes flickered to Mikael. The young werewolf grinned widely at Harry and turned back to the Creevey brothers. They seemed to be competing with each other to see who could get his attention first. "Alright."

Percy led Harry out of the compartment and glanced along the aisle to make sure no one was around. "I just wanted to let you know that the Triwizard Tournament is being held at Hogwarts this year." Percy grimaced, clearly showing his disapproval.

Then he seemed to become nervous, red creeping into his face. "Also, I, ah, I know that it's technically still illegal, but your really older than me so…" He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry's lips.

Stunned, the shorter boy lifted a hand to cover his mouth. Percy didn't wait around to see his reaction properly. He mumbled something about being late and hurried off the train. Before Harry could pull himself together enough to chase him down, the redhead vanished into the growing crowd.

His silence when entering the compartment went unnoticed for the most part. Mikael threw him a slight frown, but didn't pull away from the two boys that were telling a story in tandem now.

Shaking off the kiss, Harry wondered about the tournament that Percy had mentioned. The name itself suggested that three wizards would be competing against each other. Percy having specified where it was being held implied that more than Hogwarts would be involved.

Since he knew there were other wizarding schools outside of Hogwarts, Harry could only assume the other two competitors would be from one or more of them. Now that he was thinking about it, it seemed a little odd that the minister of another country had wanted to introduce their star athlete to him.

Had that been the start of a contact for the Bulgarian in Hogwarts? Harry knew from Ron's loud discussions about quidditch that Krum was still in school. It was entirely possible he'd be one of the people chosen to come to Hogwarts and compete.

Shaking his head, Harry glanced at Mikael. He was startled to see that all three boys were in their uniform and watching him worriedly. "What is it?"

They glanced at each other, then Collin cleared his throat. "There's only twenty minutes left. Blaise said not to bother you since you were obviously thinking very hard, but we're worried."

At the mention of the older boy, Harry glanced around the compartment. He felt vaguely uneasy that he hadn't notice Blaise and Theodore come in, nor Dean and Seamus. All four boys were watching him with some degree of amusement and worry.

"Right, sorry. Percy just told me something I was concerned about is all. If you'll excuse me, I'll go change into my robes now." Harry made to leave, only to find his way blocked.

Seamus grinned widely at him and motioned to those in the compartment. "We're all boys mate, don't gotta leave just to change." Harry rolled his eyes, but pull his robes on over the uniform shirt and pants he'd already been wearing.

Once he'd sat back down, Dean cleared his throat. "So what had you brooding? He break up with you or something?"

"What," Harry choked, a shocked look on his face. Seamus grinned a little, but it was Dean who answered unsurely.

"Aren't you and he dating? You seemed very close before and he started spending all his free time with you…" Dean trailed off at the sound of snickering.

Unable to keep quiet; Mikael, Collin, and Dennis were all giggling. Harry had a slightly confused, but mostly amused expression on his face. "No Dean, we aren't dating. I just know about something he wanted to learn is all. As for what he told me, a tournament is being held at Hogwarts. The Triwizard Tournament he called it."

The purebloods among them gasped, looking shocked. "That tournament hasn't happened since before any of us were born! Me mum said that the people in it died to often, so they stopped having it!" Seamus gaped openly at Harry, for lack of something more relevant to gape at.

"Yes, well, apparently they've decided to start it up again. I'm assuming foreign wizards will be coming to Hogwarts as I can't imagine having only three competitors when there are four houses if it was strictly a Hogwarts tournament." Harry scowled at Seamus until the Irish boy closed his mouth and mumbled an apology.

It was raining when the train pulled in and Harry tucked Jonathan into his cloak to keep him dry. The boy fussed a little, but he'd become used to being tucked away like that so he quickly settled. The ride up to the castle was filled with Blaise and Theodore quietly explaining the history of the tournament. Harry was concerned with how dangerous it seemed. What if something got out of hand and his cub was hurt?

Stepping into the entrance hall was chaos. Peeves had somehow managed to get a hold of water balloons and was dropping them on all and sundry.

"PEEVES! Get down here this instant!" The clipped tones of an angry McGonagall drew all eyes. That is, until Peeves dropped another balloon. Harry calmly made his way toward the Great Hall, ignoring the shrieking students around him.

His genin, seeing the path Harry was cutting through the crowd, quickly fell into step behind him. When Peeves made to drop a balloon on Harry they all stopped to watch. So far, he and his group were the only ones not wet.

The balloon dropped from the cackling poltergeist's hand, falling straight for them. Harry's eyes flashed with a kind of mischievous irritation. Coating his hand in chakra to prevent the balloon from popping on impact, Harry reached out and snatched it from the air. Then, before Peeves could get over his shock, he threw it straight back.

With a small pop and loud splash the balloon exploded in Peeves' face. The expression on the dripping creature as Harry and his group continued on was priceless.

Once they were all settled at the table, Harry set about making sure everyone had weathered the storm outside alright. By the time the sorting had started Jonathan was already happily settled on his lap and sucking juice out of a sippy cup.

He listened with half an ear as students were sorted and Dumbledore gave his speech. He was amused to note that the entire hall was shocked, except for Slytherin table, when the Triwizard Tournament was announced.

"And while I'm sure you are all eager to put your name forward to compete, the other schools and the International Wizarding Relations Department have decided that only those who are of age -that is to say seventeen- may enter the tournament." Harry chuckled quietly as the Weasley twins groaned in disappointment.

There was a few more explanations then Dumbledore sent everyone to bed. While he was waiting at the back of the group for a prefect to open the common room, Harry heard his name called. McGonagall was climbing up after him, an annoyed expression on her face.

"I have been calling your name since you left the Great Hall Mr. Potter." She glared at him, as if it was his fault he couldn't hear her over the din of the students. And ok, maybe he had been ignoring the frustrated calls a little bit.

"Sorry Professor, I couldn't hear you with all the noise everyone was making." He smiled sheepishly at her and McGonagall's face softened.

"That's quite alright then, Mr. Potter. The Headmaster wished to see you in his office tomorrow before breakfast. His password is Fizzle Flowers and he said you're welcome to bring Jonathan with you." She eyed the sleepy child on his hip with a little resignation and slightly more warmth.

The stern professor had made it very apparent that she didn't think he should be taking care of a child at his age, but as it hadn't hurt his grades last year and baby seemed perfectly content McGonagall was much less worried this term.

Harry nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind Jonathan's ear. "Thank you Professor, I'll be sure to get there. Should I ask a house-elf for breakfast before I go or do you think I'll make it back in time?"

She shook her head, somehow not surprised that Harry knew about the house-elves. "I'm not sure what the meeting is about, so you might want to ask for breakfast."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow Professor. I'll need to get to bed if I'm to wake up early tomorrow." He waited for her to nod before heading toward the entrance to the common room.

"The password is Balderdash, Harry. I wasn't sure if you heard it when you were talking to Professor McGonagall." Harry smiled in thanks at Collin, stepping passed him through the portrait hole.

Jonathan murmured sleepily on his shoulder at the noise of Gryffindor house greeting each other. Harry nodded at those students he was acquainted with and climbed the stairs to the fourth year boy's dorm without saying anything. He could hear the first years asking the prefects why he had a baby.

The scent of Dean and Seamus tickled his nose as Harry was laying Jonathan down in the toddler bed which had replaced his crib. "Jonathan is hardly a baby anymore, no matter what the first years say. Dennis says he talks rather well for a one year old?"

Harry nodded, quietly casting the silencing charm around his sleeping area. "Yes, he can say quite a number of words now."

"Dennis also said you're teaching him another language. That you'd be teaching them as well. I think it was Japanese?" Harry nodded and Dean cleared his throat. "Would you mind terribly much if you taught us? Since Jonathan is learning it, and we'll probably end up watching him again for you, it would be good if we could understand and help him when he spoke it."

Thoughtfully, Harry stared at his friends. They had been there for him all of last year, even when Ron and Hermione hadn't been. They'd watched over his cub much more often than anyone else in their dorm too. He knew they were curious about what he did with Percy and his genin.

"What do you know about power outside of magic?" Harry sat down on Neville's bed to look at the pair. Seamus had already started unpacking his things, but Harry knew he was paying attention by the thoughtful look on his face.

"Do you mean stuff like electricity," Dean asked?

Harry shook his head. "No, this is a form of energy that you control and generate. It's called chakra."

"The energy of the body and spirit." Both muggle raised wizards turned surprised eyes to Seamus, who flushed a little under the scrutiny. "Me mum used to research this sort'a thing. She liked to tell me about it."

They nodded and Harry moved to his own trunk to pull out one of Jonathan's chakra puzzles. "Well I can use it. I've been teaching Percy and the boys how to use it as well. It's easier for me if I give them scrolls on it in Japanese, since that's the language I learned it in, so they've agreed to learn it."

He showed them that he'd written on the toy in Japanese as well. "A friend of mine is going to send me a potion that will help with that. He hasn't gotten it in yet, so I could ask him to send two more if you'd like."

Dean grinned "You better make it four more. Zabini and Nott won't be very happy with you if all your Gryffindor's can speak a language that they can't understand."

"My Gryffindors?" Harry raised an amused eyebrow and Dean blushed a little.

Rolling his eyes, Seamus tossed a pair of pajamas from Dean's trunk at his friend. "Yes, your Gryffindors. Who else would we answer to, eh? Lookin' after your little bit might as well make us his uncles!" Harry laughed, but didn't disagree. It was kind of nice, almost like having a pack of his own again.

"Alright, I'll ask him to get us four more vials of the potion. You can only use it once for Japanese though, so after the first hour you'll have to learn the regular way." The pair nodded, as if they'd expected as much, and all three of them settled into their beds.

Sometime later Ron and Neville came in. Harry could hear Ron whispering furiously at Neville about not looking at his sister that way. He didn't know what Neville had done, but he hoped whatever it was came back to bite Ron in the ass.

So what did you think? I just love Percy! Also, he won't be going the way of Koishi, so don't worry! Right then, my camping trip. I can sum it up pretty easy. My large red friend asked for alcohol often, played his guitar, and watched me and my short Yugioh friend set up the camp. My short Yugioh friend flirted outrageously with both of us. I seemed to be the only one that knew what the hell to do while camping. Then it rained and we spent all of sunday in the tent. I didn't get a sunburn. Pretty boring all in all since neither of them fish, which is my second favorite past time, and there wasn't really anywhere to hike.

Taku