Bit o' fun n a bit o' ANNNNNNNNNNNNNGST in this chap….Danke to Ambo for betaing! Sorry I got myself grounded XD

Ambo: You better be! I needed you for my shoot!! –shakes fist-

Warning: Flashbacks! Woooooooo!

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"Harry…"

"Yes, Remus?"

"I don't know if you've noticed but…This house is a tip."

Harry looked around at the damp, peeling wallpaper and the mouldy couches that were pretty much the only furniture in the makeshift living room.

"It is a bit, isn't it?" he mused. "Well you have to expect it to be; it is abandoned after all, and we are living here illegally."

"Harry, Grimmauld Place is in a better condition than this crap shack," Sirius said with a snort.

"Hey! It's hard enough cleaning up after seven kids - I don't have time to renovate."

"Harry, Harry, Harry," Remus tutted with a flourish of his wand. "You forget, you have two wonderful wizard godfathers. Who just looooooove you."

"And who just haaaaate sitting on a mouldy couch," Sirius said waving his wand at the offending piece of furniture.

The next few hours were a bustle of yelling, spell casting and, (for all those under the age of ten), squealing in awe over the displays of magic.

Remus had wasted no time in cleaning the dirty kitchen from top to bottom and equipping it with the necessary appliances. Seeing how magic and electricity didn't mix too well (Sirius learning the hard way when his cooling charm had blown up the refrigerator) all muggle objects had been removed and replaced with magic friendly alternatives.

The smouldering remains of the fridge became and old-fashioned ice-box, complete with Sirius' cooling and freezing charms. The oven was transfigured into a wood burning stove with an infinite supply of logs in the hearth. All the surfaces were attacked by self-dusting dusters and the floors with self-mopping mops, (everything seemed to be self-somethinging itself in the Wizarding World!).

Sirius showed his knack for interior design as he swapped the peeling green wallpaper for nutral creams and blues. Bedrooms were sproosed up with proper beds and a massive red canopy bed put in Harry's room, which the pups immediately clambered onto. The smaller ones bounced and played while the older ones supervised.

That afternoon, Remus and Padfoot left with Harry's Gringott's key to do some grocery shopping, while Harry took the pups for a swim in a small pond in the forest. Dinner that evening consisted of the makeshift family's first home-cooked meal in a long time.

That night, as Harry washed Clarabelle's hair in the newly-running bathtub's warm water, he contemplated his situation.

'Hogwarts,' he thought with a sigh, causing the youngest member of his pack to look up at him briefly before returning to her splashing. 'For the past four years, that place has been my home. But now…'

Would he really be accepted there? Dumbledore had allowed Remus into Hogwarts, but Remus wasn't the boy-who-lived now was he? Harry wouldn't be able to spend his full moons alone in the Shrieking Shack, especially without his pack.

Then there was Ron and Hermione. What would become of the 'Golden Trio' now that Harry was a werewolf? Would they support him like the Marauders supported Remus, or cast him away like his relatives had? He knew Ron came from a Pureblood family and had been apart of the Wizarding World all his life. Ron knew what werewolves were capable of. Hermione was a smart, yet admittedly muggleborn witch. Would she realize that what the books told of werewolves and real life were different?

There was one thing that Harry was certain of. He wasn't returning to Hogwarts without his pups. They were looking to him to be there for them, to be their Alpha, their leader, their big brother. He wasn't leaving them behind, he loved them and they were his family.

Hogwarts also held bad memories for him. Memories of a face attached to the back of his professor's head. Memories of giant snakes chasing him through dark tunnels. Memories of the Triwizard's Tournament. Memories of-

"Cedric…" Harry whispers.

Clara looked up at him as he wrapped her in a fluffy new towel. "Big bwuder? What's w'ong? You're makin' a sad face."

Harry gave her a weak smile and held her tiny body close to his.

"Nothing's wrong, sweetheart," he said as he pulled the plug in the bath, causing Clara to cover her ears to block out the loud sucking sound.

"Eeeeee!" she squealed. "Scawy!"

Harry chucked and carried her to the bedroom he shared with all his pups. All the other children were already dressed for bed and were squabbling for spots and pillows.

Dressing Clara in her new purple jammies, Harry climbed into bed and set her down next to him. As usual, he was immediately covered in small children, all snuggling up to him and begging for cuddles.

"Harrryyyyy," Jacob begged. "Tell us a story!"

Closing his eyes and shaking his head, Harry ruffled Jacob's hair. "Not tonight, pup. Sleep now."

As if sensing their Alpha's melancholy mood, everyone quietly settled down for bed and went to sleep cuddled around Harry.

Cedric approached Harry as they left the sideroom of the Great Hall. After having his name drawn out of the Goblet of Fire and then accused of entering the insane tournetment, Harry was a bit of a wreck.

"Hey," Cedric greeted Harry with a smile, calming Harry's nerves a bit. "Harry, right? You look pretty shaken up. You ok?"

"Yeah," Harry gave a nervous smile, "I don't know what I'm gonna do, though. I don't even know I was entered into this thing!"

Scratching the back of his head, Cedric gave a sheepish grin. "Well since we're both trying to being the Cup back for Hogwarts, we should study together sometime, or something…" He trailed off, blushing a bit.

"Y-yeah," Harry stuttered, feeling his face flare up a little in return.

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"Dragons?!" Cedric's voice was shocked. "They want you to fight DRAGONS?!"

Harry frowned,

"They want ALL of us to fight Dragons, Ced."

"But you could get hurt!" Cedric gripped Harry's shoulder hard and started muttering to himself about gutting whoever was in charge of this 'insane, crazy, completely RETARDED competition'.

Harry grinned,

"Cedric, you shouldn't worry about me so much, I'll be fine."

"It takes ten men to take down a dragon! I don't want you to get hurt…" the Hufflepuff seemed to deflate.

Harry smiled softly and placed his hands of either side of the taller boy's face before pecking him lightly on the lips. "You'll just have to teach me some new spells then," he said with a wink and a smirk.

Cedric blushed harder and spluttered. He knew what Harry meant when he said 'teach'.

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FLASH!

The Cup was a Portkey. He and Cedric were in the mud in some horrible graveyard.

FLASH!

Wormtail appeared, holding a mutated baby Voldemort.

FLASH!

"Kill the spare!"

Harry jolted awake, barely able to withhold his sobs as tears streamed down his cheeks.

'Cedric…'

The only pup awake, Michael, reached over to his crying Alpha and held him close in an attempt to comfort him. Harry clutched the young boy close, knowing deep down that Michael somehow understood his pain.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the MASSIVELY late update, I'm been all scatterbrained as of late… Anyway! Enjoy the lil Harry/Cedric bit? I love be some Cedric… -shoves away Twilight!Robert Pattinson and clutches Goblet of Fire!Robert Pattinson- YER NOT AS GOOD AS CEDRIC, EDWARD! ….-cough- Anyway, just so ya know, Cedric was totally the girl in their relationship, and Harry was the pervert hahaha. Oh! And this fic's gonna be Harry/MaleOC, you got a problem with that…. You can tell me and I'll probably bowl over like a lil pushover XD I live to serve you guys!

Ambo: MALE OC WOOOO! I mean, c'mon this thing would only work with an OC as the love interest…Everything else would end up being too messy. *nod*