Rating: M

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

Note: Wow you guys, I dunno what happened but I sat down and this whole thing just kinda exploded from my fingers. I felt bad about how short my update was the other day, so here is a LOOOOOONG one, or longer at least. XD And it's been decided, because of the overwhelming agreement of everyone, that I'll be splitting the story! Yay! It's still likely to be a HarryIbiki, so when I change the character (again) don't panic! Its just that Ibiki has nothing to do with it until the next fic! Also, a little extra reward for everyone who waited patiently for me to post again is at the end of the chapter. 8)

EDIT: ACK! I totally forgot to mention that some more fanart was drawn for this story! It's shura-chan and Doku so go to my profile and check it out! SORRY! And it was brought to my attention that kinda ate this chapter. Thank you for letting me know! Here it is again and no Robyn, I didn't delete your email. is just a pooty-head and removes anything that might be a link from the messages you send.

Harry settled at the Ravenclaw table with the Beauxbatons delegation. He and Fleur exchanged greetings, both looking meaningfully up at the head table where all four school heads were missing. Remus, Rick, and Percy all looked unconcerned by this so Harry motioned for the rest of his pack to sit as well.

They did and immediately began serving themselves, though Mikael filled both his and Harry's plates as Harry was holding a gurgling Jonathan. The whispers died down as people began to fill their own plates and Harry was just about to dig in when a shout started them up again.

"Oi, Seamus, dean! Did you get lost or something? You're at the wrong table mates!" Both boys looked to Harry, who gave them a small nod.

The pair stood up and casually shrugged out of their robes to reveal the same stylized shirts and pants as the other Academy students wore. The weapon pouch sitting on a bandaged part of Dean's thigh went mostly unnoticed, but the one at Seamus' hip drew a couple odd looks.

"Sorry Ron, but we're going to sit with our schoolmates this time." Seamus offered the redhead a grin that was so cheesy it could mold. Dean covered his amused laugh with a little cough as Ron's face turned redder than his hair.

They sat back down to continue eating, obviously dismissing the rest of Gryffindor. Ron was pulled back into his seat by an uneasy Hermione. The whispers didn't stop after that, but they did die down considerably.

When the last of dessert vanished, Harry handed Jonathan to Mikael and followed the other champions out of the room. As if this was some kind of signal, Ron stood up and stomped over to the Ravenclaw table. "What are you trying to pull Finnegan?"

Dean frowned, but his Irish friend didn't back down. The other Academy students quickly closed ranks around Mikael and Jonathan. With the way their classes were geared toward combat, they weren't worried about a fight.

However, none of them wanted to find out what would happen if a stray spell were to hit Jonathan. Harry was generally a fair leader, but they had all seen just how devastating he could be if sufficiently riled.

"I'm not pulling anything Weasley. The papers are signed, sealed, and filed. Dean and I are officially members of The Academy. Our things have been moved from the tower and ours beds removed by now. We would have left sooner, but Harry made us get permission from our parents first." Seamus crossed his arms and stared unblinkingly at Ron.

Breath coming in short, angry bursts, the redhead clenched his fist. Concerned for what he might do, Hermione put her hand on his arm. "Calm down Ron. It isn't like we didn't see this coming, they were much closer to Potter than we were."

Disbelieving silence filled the hall. Even the other two schools quieted, realizing that the witch had said something incredibly stupid.

"The only reason we were so much closer is because you abandoned your best friend when he stopped fitting the image you wanted! So he has a child, that was no reason for you to abandon him! Though thanks for doing it, it certainly made it easier to talk to him without you two snapping at anyone who dared get to close!" Dean shot them a disgusted look and grabbed Seamus' elbow.

"Come on guys, there's no reason for us to sit and listen to this idiot. We can wait for Harry in the Entrance Hall." The group warily moved through the sea of students, relaxing a little when Remus and Rick joined them at the doors to the Great Hall.

Remus clapped his hand on Dean's shoulder in support as he passed the dark teen to lead the way to the large doors that led outside. They settled in a corner of the hall to wait, but their solitude didn't last long before Draco Malfoy came sauntering over.

Near the back of the small group, with Taylor, Garrett and Krista huddled around him, James stiffened. "I see you finally found your place Harper. Squatting among mongrels and mudbloods."

Refusing to bite, James continued to stare straight ahead. Seeing this, Draco sneered "Think you're a big man because Potter took you in? How pathetic. You can't even cast a proper lumos. All you're good for is cleaning up after some brats."

Taylor glanced up at James and frowned when he saw how tight the older boy's face looked. Throwing his shoulders back and puffing out his chest, Taylor marched determinedly up to the blond. "James-niisan is a hundred times better than you and could kill you in your sleep! I hate you, you jerk!" He kicked Draco's shin, then quickly scurried behind a grinning Remus.

The Slytherin cursed and hopped comically on one foot as he held his shin. The little brat could kick! Before he could retaliate, or try to anyway, someone cleared their throat behind him. "You aren't bothering my little brother are you Malfoy?"

Malfoy whirled around, blue eyes taking in Blaise and Theodore standing side by side with polite smiles. The blond clamped his mouth shut so fast his teeth clicked. "Of course not Zabini, Nott. I was just asking about living in the forest. There must be all sorts of fascinating things in there."

His tone of voice seemed almost pained and he quickly moved to join the lingering Slytherins on the other side of the hall. The small group watched him go before anyone spoke. "How are you doing little brother?" Blaise came forward to hug James and then gently inspect the younger boy.

"Living in the forest seems to agree with you." The Italian smiled widely.

James returned the smile with a smaller one of his own and shrugged a little. "Its easier to not have to worry about whether I have the power to perform a spell in class or not. Harry-sama only demands that I understand how the spell works and what it should do. Being able to defend myself from it, or get outo f it's way is more important."

Humming, Blaise took a step back and let Theodore look James over critically. As far as he was concerned, James was his little brother too. "And the other lessons? I didn't learn much, but I do a little bit about it."

It was like he'd said the magic words. James' face lit up and he leaned forward a little eagerly. "They're great! Its almost better than when I first started doing magic Blaise! I'm really good at a branch called genjutsu, which is the art of illusions. Harry says it must be because I was in Slytherin."

Blaise laughed and congratulated his little brother, but their talk was cut short as Ron stepped into the Entrance Hall and shouted out. Remus frowned at the determined look on the redhead's face and turned to the others. "I think we should wait outside by the forest. It looks like we won't get any peace in here."

They quickly filed out of the building entirely, wrapping up in their coats, cloaks, and scarves to keep warm. A pissed glint in his eye, Blaise rounded on a suddenly unsure Weasley. He didn't often get to talk with his little brother, Weasley would pay for making that time so short.

"So you're trying to tell me that you want to put a child, a baby, in danger for some tournament?" Sirius stared at the other adults in the room with disbelief. The ministry officials shifted uncomfortably, but Dumbledore continued to twinkle at him.

"You're out of your minds. Not only will I not condone that, Harry wouldn't either! He would destroy you if he knew you'd even considered doing such a thing to his son!" Karkaroff glanced away, perhaps feeling shame. Madame Maxime nodded in agreement and Sirius relaxed a little. If two of the three schools who were originally supposed to participate disagreed then it wasn't going to happen.

It seemed Dumbledore realized that as well, because he cleared his throat. "Harry has shown a remarkable disinterest in other students. It is unlikely he would feel any sort of urgency should a classmate, such as Ronald Weasley, go missing. It will have to be someone closer to him than a mere student."

Sirius snorted and waved Dumbledore's words off. "That would be like asking me to care if Snape was kidnapped by goblins or some such nonsense."

An irritated noise drew everyone's attention to Karkaroff "Then who would you suggest Black?"

Thoughtfully, Sirius leaned back in his chair. "It can't be anyone he'd worry to much about. So not his son, not either of the Creeveys, Percy isn't a student anymore…" He chewed his cheek with a frown of concentration on his face. Then his gray eyes lit up with triumph. "Mikael. You can use Mikael Demidov, after explaining everything to him thoroughly."

"Why can eet not be zomeone zat ze boy will care for? We want 'im to be hasty, not unconzerned." Madame Maxine frowned at him now, as if suspecting him of trying to pull one over on them.

The supposed headmaster of The Academy snorted and leaned forward in his chair. "Because of the entirely frightening response he has to any kind of threat to his pack. You thought his performance with the dragon was dull? You should have put Dennis, or even J-James in that beast's nest. There would be nothing of the dragon, or you, left."

Another throat clearing brought Crouch to everyone's attention. "From what I've seen, Mr. Potter seems very close to Mr. Demidov. Does he not consider him part of his-his pack?" The man's lip curled a little at the term.

Sirius grinned at them, but the expression did more to unsettle the group than relax them. "Mikael is his partner, his bonded. He has no fear of anyone harming Mikael because the boy is as good at protecting himself as Harry is."

The door opened and Fleur Delacour floated in with a bland look on her face. She moved to stand beside her headmistress without so much as glancing at the others in the room and following her came Viktor, Cedric, and Harry. The black haired boy did glance around the room, but only to note exits and whether he'd have to be on his guard.

Only Viktor noticed when Sirius dipped his head a little in deference to Harry, but he didn't comment on it. It was hardly his place to question the dynamics of another school when his own was run by the youngest Professor on staff, not that Karkaroff would admit to it.

"Everyone still has their golden eggs?" Dumbledore glanced around at the students and Cedric was embarrassed to note that he was the only one who brought his. Harry brought a hand up to his mouth to cover his amused smile at the older boy's embarrassment.

At the incredulous looks everyone else shot him, the old man chuckled. "I suppose that would be a hard thing to lose. The clue to your next task is in the egg." He beamed out at them, as if he'd imparted some kind of great knowledge.

Crouch rolled his eyes at the headmaster and motioned for Cedric to hand him his egg. "The eggs can be opened by a latch here. It is recommended that you open them when everyone in the room is awake as they can be loud. Mr. Potter, it would probably be better to leave yours closed if your son is in the room. The noise may cause him distress."

"Thank you Mr. Crouch." Harry bowed slightly and Sirius quickly followed suit.

"If no one has anything else to add?" Karkaroff glanced around the room with a small sneer on his lips and nodded when no one spoke up. "Viktor and I will retire to the ship. Come Viktor."

"Yes Headmaster Karkaroff." The man may not run the school, but appearances couldn't be dropped for this lot.

The pair left the room and Sirius stood with a small grunt of effort. He'd gotten comfortable in the plush chair. "Come on Harry, Rick's probably let Jonathan eat something he shouldn't by this point."

A dark look crossed Harry's face and the adults in the room all stiffened at it's appearance. Perhaps it was better they hadn't gone through with using Potter's son after all.

"If he's so much as left a to big piece of bread near Jonathan he'll wish he'd taken the chance to have more children when he was married."

The door shut with a sharp snap and Sirius laughed. "That was perfect, though I hope you wouldn't do it for real."

Harry rolled his eyes and stopped at an open window. It faced the forest and he could see his small group huddling together at the edge of the trees, waiting for them. "The point was for me to frighten them, or you wouldn't have mentioned something that could upset me."

Climbing onto the sill of the window, Harry pushed chakra into his legs and leaped out. They were on the second floor so it wasn't a very long fall before he landed and took off toward the forest. He didn't stop at the group, merely shot past them and smiled when they immediately broke to followed closely after.

Later that night, in the new camp, Harry stared up at the ceiling of his tent. The dinner had been silent, as they'd sat at the Ravenclaw table with Beauxbatons. They didn't want to deal with any of the people that would cause problems.

It had caused a bit of a stir when Dean and Seamus had sat with them, rather than their usual places at Gryffindor. They'd easily ignored that however, so the only trouble came when dinner was over and Harry had moved to the meeting room.

Several students had approached and harassed them, mostly insulting the fact that they weren't really a school and that Harry was a glory-seeking bastard. Harry had been amused by the insults when they'd been reported to him by a frowning James, but had not been amused that his pack had felt so threatened as to leave the building.

A rustling at his room's entrance drew his attention from the increasingly agitating thoughts to Percy. The taller boy was watching him uncertainly. "You said if I ever needed to escape…"

Lifting the blanket, Harry grunted his assent. Percy settled into the bed after stripping down to his boxers. Harry let the blanket drop and closed his eyes with a tired sigh.

They lay in silence for several long minutes before Harry grew irritated with Percy's fidgeting. He quickly rolled over and grabbed the back of Percy's neck, meshing their lips together. He pulled back a little to take a breath, then pressed their lips together again for a calmer kiss.

Percy began to relax somewhere around the fifth kiss and by the seventh he was responding with timid enthusiasm. Harry rolled over further, settling on top of the redhead and slid his lips from the gasping mouth to Percy's neck.

A sharp nip drew a small cry from the larger boy and Harry soothed the slight hurt with his tongue. "Is this what you came here for Percy?" He ground their erections together and chuckled a little at uncontrolled jerk of the hips below him.

"N-no. I-ah-Dumbledore wouldn't leave me a-alone." He gasped and gripped Harry's hair tightly as teeth scraped over his nipple. "But this is a nice bonuuuuuusssss…" he trailed off with a groan and rolled his hips up to meet Harry's own.

Sitting up, Harry snatched his wand from the bedside table and flicked it quickly around the room. Silencing charms taken care of, he quickly tugged Percy's boxers off. "Well it looks like the old man did something right for once."

Green eyes focused on the straining erection nestled in a bed of red curls. Slowly, he leaned forward and blew gently on it. Percy keened as he realized what Harry meant to do, but managed to think enough through his haze to ask "Wh-what's that?"

A flash of white teeth as Harry grinned an answer at him "He drove you straight to my bed," and a mouth was descending on him.

Please let me know what you think and Robyn! Leave an e-mail or something so I can reply to your awesome reviews!I always feel bad when I can't! Also, I'm sorry Hanzo-sama, I hope this makes up for the failure that was last chapter. T-T

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