Red wouldn't be returning to Hogwarts for his Six year.

As much as the Russian wanted too, he just didn't have the time between dealing with the Count's Official Retirement, having every damn Agent after his head thanks to his new title as Penguin Enemy Number One and raising his nephew- Seriously? Who's great idea was it to leave a young impressible toddler with someone like him? Surely there was someone more reasonable out there?

It was a shame really but duty and family came before personal pleasures as far as the rouge haired teen was concerned. Thankfully he had been able to take his OWLs and NEWTS over the summer so that was one less things for the Russian villain to worry about. Stil there was this one little issue he had not quite had the chance to deal with:

Telling Rockgut and Nigel.

The Golden Eye teen could already feel his headache building as the mental versions of both Agents ranted and raved violently in his head.

He was not looking forward to that.

"What do you mean your not coming back?!"

What part of quiet was so hard to understand? Sending his trademark glare at the American Agent, Red tried his best to keep his voice low and hands from throttling the other.

"I don't have time for it. The Count's retiring, everyone wants my head and my nephew; Fred, has been left in my care. "

A choking noise escaped both Agents as they shot the annoyed looking Russian across from them a look of utter disbelief- not that Red blamed them he had quite a similar reaction when it had happened.

"Nephew? I didn't even know you had a sibling! And who in their sane mind would leave you a child? Surely there's someone else?!"

"Nyet," The Rouge haired teen deadpanned, "I looked."

And that Red had, unfortunately the Russian was the only living family member left though it was nice to see how far a vote- or lack- of confidence, in his abilities to raise a child, went with these two. Hell, even the warden for MI6's Building Prison had more faith in him and Thomas had all but told him to do the exact opposite of what he normally would do.

Red still was looking in to how the man even know- and there was no way in Hell he was buying that 'All Knowing' nonsense.

"Do you even know how to care for a child?"

The blank, unamused look the rouge gave the spy was answer enough for the two agents as both their heads simultaneously hit the hard wooden table.

If there was ever a time Albus Dumbledore had felt so utterly furious and frustrated now was it.

Nothing was going according to his plan and he had completely lost his hold on one of his 'Future Dark Lord' candidates while the other was already gathering followers. Oh how he had tried to gain control back over his stray Ravenclaw but Minister refused to overturn the rouge's OWLs or NEWTS.

The wasn't even the worse of his issues though, Madame Minister- better known as Sarah Jenkins- was asking far too many questions including how the Russian even managed to get an invention to Hogwarts when he should have gone to Koldovstoretz- The Russian aquavit to Hogwarts for Young Sorcerers, Elementist, and Warlocks. The school was highly famous for its successful teachings of Magic Dumbledore himself had managed to get outlawed in Britain under the usage of 'Dark Magic'.

If that wasn't bad enough, 'Madame Minister' had somehow meet young Tom Riddle and like so many before her was charmed by the boy. To make matters worse though, the damn woman actually believed Riddle over him- of course the boy was telling the truth but Dumbledore wasn't used to other's nosing into his plans or actually his pawn's story.

The damn bloody woman, she was a prime example of why woman shouldn't be allowed power or control over anything more then a their households.

The Wizarding World would soon be acquiring a new Minister at the rate she was going.

Maybe another one of his pawns that wouldn't think twice without his approval would be better suited for the position?

He was never having any children. Never Ever for all eternity, of that the rather annoyed looking Russian swore as he forced himself not to lose his temper.

The Devil...Err.. His nephew was just a toddler. He didn't know better.

With a forced calmness, the rouge haired teen placed the small package of misery- Joy, he completely meant joy- inside the sink before reaching over for a towel to clean his face of the child's throw up.

Note to Self: Restrain from throwing the child up and down despite how much the little one seemed to enjoy it.

Crash!

Jumping slightly as a knife appeared in hand, the rouge hair teen spin on heel as his lone eye searched for whoever was trying to acquire his head now. Only to freeze as the sound of giggling.

Slowly a lone golden eye focused on the small boy- who had somehow gotten half way out of the sink- and the Russian's favorite glass shattered upon the floor. For a moment the child's hazel eyes focused on the rouge hair villain before a large grin fount its way to the younger's face as his small little hands reached for the next glass on the shelf- which was just within the toddler's reach.

"Don't you fuc-"

Crash!

With a swift course of action the rouge purposely ignored the shattered glass shards crouching beneath his feet as nibble hands swiftly swooped up the child, unfortunately the toddler had already managed to shattered four other china glasses by them.

Scowling, a lone golden eye glared down at the rather innocent looking child in his hold, who quietly stared back for a moment as small hands grabbed at the air.

Now that he wasn't breaking everything- or throwing up on him- the little one did look rather adorable...

Though that thought was swiftly swept from the Russian's mind as one of the boy's hands managed to grab ahold to his eye patch and yanked it back only to let go a split second later.

Elsewhere throughout the base several Mice- placed in charge of silently looking after their Boss's son- froze as a cry of pain and a shout of 'You Damn Devil Child! Go back to Hell!' rang through the building.