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Chapter Three
Yuuri sighed and smiled as he looked around the room. He put down the paint roller, grinning a little when it magically cleaned itself. The paint was magic, so when it went on the walls it dried almost instantly and it only took one coat. Yuuri glanced around, the deep greens blending well with the pastel blues around the room. It was nice, and Yuuri couldn't help but wonder how their own bedroom would look when they decorated it.
Yuuri felt a presence behind him, and turned, smiling when he saw Makkachin sitting in the doorway, "Hey Makka," he smiled as he went over to the poodle and knelt down, "So what do you think about us having someone else living here?" he asked, knowing that he wouldn't get an answer, but it felt better than the silence that was surrounding him at the moment in time.
Yuuri shuddered a little, it didn't feel like it was real some days. Living with Viktor, being in Russia. And now having a child live with them. Even if they were a teenager, they were still depending on them to guide them through life. But what would he know? Yuuri jumped when he felt a tongue against his face.
"Sorry Makka," Yuuri smiled fussing the poodle, "was getting lost in my own thoughts again," he apologised standing up and turned to the room again.
Yuuri looked it over with a critical eye. It didn't seem like a room for a teenager. He knew that when he was a teen he had posters all over the walls. But that would have to wait until Harry was living there for that to happen. Viktor hadn't spoken much about Harry coming to living with them. But he acted like he was happy about the thought, Yuuri couldn't help but be nervous.
"You are overthinking things again," came a voice from behind him.
Yuuri turned to quickly and his legs twisting beneath him as he moved too quickly. Eyes wide as he headed to the floor. Strong arms wrapped around him, stopping his fall. He looked up, smiling sheepishly, "Sorry," he apologised.
Viktor chuckled, a soft smile on his face, "I'm sorry for startling you."
"It's fine," Yuuri said, standing straight, "So, were you able to get all that you wanted?" he asked, not seeing anything. But then he had been introduced to the fact that Viktor could shrink everything in a house into a small bag and transport it anywhere.
"Yes I did," he grinned as he fetched the bag that he had dropped to the floor when he saw Yuuri start to fall.
"It wouldn't be broken at all would it?" Yuuri asked, worriedly.
Viktor shook his head, "No, the bag protects everything inside from bumps, bangs and drops." He picked it up and opened it up, bringing out all that he had brought.
"Bed, desk, chair, armchairs, table..." Yuuri trailed off as more and more began to come out of the bag, "I don't think it will all fit into the room Viktor," he said, glancing around the room.
"It will don't worry, and it's not all for the room," he smiled, as he then looked around, "Oh you finished?" he blinked.
"Yes," Yuuri laughed and shook his head, "It wasn't hard with the magic paint you got this morning, just had to be careful around the edges that's all," he said, he was feeling somewhat proud of the way the room looked.
"We should do our room in a few days, let's wait for Harry to settle in before we do so," Viktor said.
"Sure, though I don't know what colours we should do our room," Yuuri sighed as he turned and looked around the room, the floor was carpeted a dark blue.
"We'll think about that later," Viktor said, "Now, let's finish the room off," he said, pulling out his phone and looking at the time, "We should be getting the portkey soon. And Yakov keeps texting," he sighed as he saw the notifications pop up on the screen telling him he had 35 messages from Yakov and a couple from Yurio.
"We should have told him that we needed the day to ourselves. I'm surprised he hasn't called us yet," Yuuri said as he pulled his own phone out and saw a few messages as well.
"I forgot to do so this morning," Viktor grinned.
Yuuri rolled his eyes, "Next time I'll do it, all right," he sighed as he began to clean the room up so they could get the furniture sorted out.
Viktor helped and soon enough the furniture was back to its normal size and was being levitated into place. When everything was settled the two of them stood in the middle of the room. It looked like a room now, though it still didn't belong to a teenager yet.
"Do you think he will like it?" Yuuri asked, feeling nervous once more, "I... What if he doesn't?" he worried.
Arms went around him as a head rested on his shoulder, "Don’t worry. The room looks fine, and if there is something that he doesn't like, then we will be happy to change it. So leave all those worries behind you Lubov Moya," he said pulling Yuuri's head to the side so he could kiss him.
Yuuri blushed, "I don't think I will stop. I... I can't help it."
Viktor's eyes went soft as he looked at him, "I know," he sighed.
"How much longer do you think it will be before we will be going to get Harry?" Yuuri asked, changing the subject as best as he could.
Viktor was about to say something when their phones both vibrated in their pockets. They shared a look and got them out, "Another text from Yakov," Viktor sighed.
"Mine's from Yurio," Yuuri said as he typed something back. Viktor quickly doing the same.
"Told him we may not be in today and will try for tomorrow, that I have something to talk to him about," Viktor said putting the phone back into his pocket.
"Told Yurio much the same," Yuuri smiled, "Well, there isn't much left for us to do, we could..." he trailed off as something began tapping on the window.
"That might be it," Viktor said as he went over to the window, opening it and letting in the brown owl. Handing over a small package and a letter he quickly left through the still open window. Viktor opened the letter and read it aloud as it was written in Cyrillic.
Mr Nikiforov
Here is the portkey to number four Privet Drive. It will let you land in the back garden of the property. It does not have a set time to go off, just a password, which is Harry Potter. We have been told to pass on a message. To set it to take you back to where you are, set the location by saying 'Portus Beta' and then the name of the home.
'Take care of him, make sure Dumbledore doesn't get anywhere near him again. He will do all he can to try and get Harry under his control. Make sure that you are airtight in your guardianship of him. If you wish, adopt him. He could do with a family. I know that you will care for him, Vikki. Keep him safe.'
We were told not to pass on the name of the person who wrote it. But I advise to follow it as well and Adopt Harry Potter if things work out.
Ironlock
"Vikki?" Yuuri puzzled over the name.
"It is something that..." he paused, his eyes going wide as he realised the implications of the name, "Sirius Black, he is an escaped mass murder from England. He was also Harry's godfather. He escaped last year, some said that he was going after Harry. They said that he was working with the people that targeted Harry's parents. The papers reported that he was going after Harry for revenge, but nothing happened. That I know of. By... by the look of it, he has been in contact with Harry and is the one to bring his situation to light."
"He gave you the nickname?" Yuuri asked, nodding slowly.
"Yes, when I was still very young. I started growing out my hair when I was young, and it was his way to tease me, not that it worked. I liked the nickname," he smiled softly in remembrance.
"So why would he help Harry then?" Yuuri asked, getting confused.
"I don't know, but he has, and now we bring Harry here and protect him," Viktor smiled.
Yuuri tried for a smile and failed, "How can we protect him?"
"Don't worry, there are wards around the house. Only those with good intent can come through them. No one that wishes any harm to those inside can pass. Whether that it mental or physical harm or even to put someone in harm's way. Which is what Dumbledore plans to do if I have read things right," Viktor reassured him, smiling.
Yuuri nodded, "Okay," he said. "Oh, but he won't speak any Japanese or Russian, how will he cope. I know I don't speak Russian well, but I'm getting better each day, I know we have English, but..." he trailed off, beginning to over think things again.
Viktor chuckled, "Did you ever wonder why I was speaking Japanese so well when I first arrived?" he asked.
"Well... I..." Yuuri blushed, he hadn't really given it a thought.
"I used a spell to help me learn the language quickly. It works by letting me talk and read the language straight away but slowly fades away as I learn. I'll be using it on Harry so he would be able to pick up Russian and Japanese, so make sure to talk you home language at times with him. He won't learn otherwise," Viktor answered him, smiling, "Now, let's go and get Harry," he said as he pulled out the Bronze Statue from the small package.
Yuuri watched as Viktor pulled out his wand and tapped it, doing what was instructed and setting a return trip onto the portkey. Viktor smiled to Yuuri and got a nod as he reached out to the largish statute and held on for dear life. He wasn't fond of the method of travel no matter how fast it was for them to use it.
Yuuri squeaked as he felt the hooking sensation grab at his navel. It was uncomfortable as the world started to swirl around him. It went on for a few minutes before it finally stopped with a jolt. Yuuri was able to steady himself quickly. He looked around him, they had landed in a neat and tidy back garden, full of flowers around the edge and the lawn meticulously cut. The fences were high, giving the people who used the garden some privacy from neighbours.
Viktor had an arm out, just in case Yuuri had lost his balance. He couldn't help the prideful smile when Yuuri was able to keep on his feet on his own when they had landed. "Well," he began as he gave a quick glance around, "I think we should go in a..." he was cut off as a scream ripped through the air.
They glanced at each other for a split second and then to the house in front of them as another scream came from inside. Yuuri wasted no time and took off towards the back door. He pulled on it, sighing briefly in relief as it opened. He rushed inside, not knowing if viktor was following him. He glanced around as pained whimpers met his ears along with the occasional scream. Brown eyes went wide as they spotted an obese man raining down blow after blow onto a huddled form.
"Yamaro!" Yuuri screamed out as he ran and used his speed, strength and what small weight he had to push the man away from the child curled up on the floor of what appeared to be a living room.
Yuuri dropped to the floor and protected the child, gathering the trembling form into his arms. A pale hand clutched at him in desperation. Viktor rushed to them and stood in front of them and glared at the three other people in the room.
"Get out of my house!" the obese man roared as he went to raise the cricket back that he had used to beat the child, and attempted to hit Viktor.
"VIktor!" Yuuri called out, worried.
"Mu’dak," Viktor sneered as he flicked his wrist, wand in hand and sent a spell at the bat, turning it into sawdust that rained down onto the carpet.
"You, you're one of... of those FREAKS!" he yelled a finger pointed at them.
"The only freak that I can see in this room is you," Yuuri glared at him, holding the child to him and running a calming hand through the inky black hair, "It's all right," he whispered as he felt the child tremble, "I take it you are Harry?" he asked, getting a small nod against his chest.
"Well," Viktor grinned to the man in front of him, "I suggest that you calm down and sit down. Yuuri, I will summon Harry's things in the house. Anything that belongs to him will come to me," he said, explaining what he was going to do.
Yuuri nodded his head. He didn't think it would have been a good idea for him to be left alone with the obese man in front of them. He didn't look like he was going to do as Viktor suggested and calm down, let alone sit down. "Hurry, I think we need Harry to see a doctor when we arrive home," he said as he glanced down at Harry. He could still hear the soft whimpers, and his heart went out to what the child was going through.
"I will," he nodded and then raised his wand, "Accio Harry Potter's belongings." It took a few moments before things began to whiz into the room and settled down at Viktor's feet. A bang came from the hallway as a large trunk finally made its way through the door.
"You're not taking that!" Petunia yelled as a small ornamental clock came off the shelf and ended up in the pile.
Viktor put his wand towards the woman, "I suggest that you stop," he told her calmly, "I asked for anything that belonged to Harry Potter, therefore it belongs to him."
"No, I wanted it, it's mine," she screamed as she was about to move.
"It's not," Viktor said, "if it was then it wouldn't have come. Now why have you claimed this?" he wondered as he looked at the clock. It was a beautiful dome clock, depicting a garden with moving dancers at the bottom.
"I..." Petunia began sliding onto the chair behind her, "My mother gave it to Lily, but I... I took it when they were getting married, I wanted it."
"Then it is not yours," VIktor nodded as he picked it up, "Delicate, should not be shrunk," he noted as he conjured a box and settled it inside, casting charms on the box to make sure that it would be fine for the trip home.
"Why... why are you here?" Vernon asked, watching the two strange men before them.
"Well, your guardianship of Harry has been revoked. I and my fiance will now be looking after him. And do expect a call soon or a visit. They want to see that the money that you got for him was spent on him. If it wasn't, well I suggest that you get ready to pay what you didn't spend back," there was a dark look on Viktor's face, one that Yuuri had never seen before.
"You can't..." he stopped, eyes going wide as they took in what Viktor had just said.
Viktor began to shrink most of the things before them, though he took the wand and knelt next to Yuuri, "Harry child, here, your wand," he said as he waited a moment before a pale hand to come out from where it was hidden by Yuuri and took hold of it, pulling it close.
"We should get going," Yuuri said, getting a nod of agreement out of Viktor.
"Harry, I need you to hold onto this all right. We are to get away from here but you have to hold on tightly," Viktor instructed as he grabbed hold of Harry's things, including the box and took hold of Harry's hand, putting it on the statue as Yuuri did the same. They were all huddled on the floor, and Viktor hoped that they would all be able to retain their balance as they landed. he didn't want to see harry hurt further. With a word, they swirled away from Privet Drive.
They landed with a jolt and a groan coming from Harry. Yuuri looked down and with a panicked cry, he said, "He… he's passed out, you, we should get a doctor here, or should we take him to the hospital," unsure of what they should actually do.
"Get him to his room and put him in bed. I'll go and get a healer. They will be able to help better," Viktor said as he stood up and apparated away.
Yuuri looked at the sport for a second before he stood up, Harry lying limply in his arms, "It's all right," he murmured, even though the teenager wouldn't be able to hear him.
Yuuri went up the stairs, avoiding Makkachin that was walking behind him. He reached Harry's bed and lay him down on it. He didn't know if he should cover the child up, or leave him until the healer had been. "Makkachin, wait outside the room," he ordered the poodle, hoping that he would listen.
With a whine, he did as he was told and went out. Yuuri smiled at him and then looked at the child on the bed. He brushed unruly hair back so he could get a good look at the child's face. it was bruised, and he had no doubt that there would be even more on the rest of him.
"What did they do to you?" Yuuri asked, his eyes filling with tears sitting on the edge of the bed and taking hold of a hand. The other clutched tightly on the wand that was still held within it. Yuuri heard two pops from downstairs and looked at the door as people rushed up the stairs. He smiled, they were here.
Viktor walked into the room first, talking in rapid Russian to the older male that was following him. "Yuuri," he said, in English, sending the healer a look.
"Yes, English, no time for a spell," he smiled slightly and then went over to the bed and brought out his wand. He began to weave it up and down Harry's still form. A piece of parchment appeared in the air above the teenagers and the healer looked at it occasionally, frowning at what he was reading.
Viktor put his arms around Yuuri, seeing the distress that the younger man was feeling at the situation. They waited as the healer began to feed the unconscious child some potions. "What's going on?" Yuuri asked quietly, wishing he knew what the healer was doing.
"I’m giving a potion to help," the healer said, hearing the question and looking up, "I’m done," he nodded.
"How is he?" Viktor asked as he walked over, Yuuri grabbing onto his hand for comfort, and as soon as Yuuri reached the bed his other hand took hold of Harry's.
"Hurt badly, but will get better," he reassured.
"What are his injuries and are there things that we need to know?" Viktor asked as Yuuri settled on the edge of the bed.
"Injury to ribs, broken and bruised. A potion to help, give over three days. Will be good then. Take easy while they heal. His wrist is sprained, need to bandage, will take some time to heal fully. Cuts can heal, bruises with balm," he said as he handed over some potions and a balm, "He has an infection from some cuts, need cleaning, I will do now, and potion to help," he said, hoping that they got all that he was trying to say. He stopped for a moment and then repeated it all in Russian, a little clearer for Viktor to understand what he needed to do, handing over the last of the potion that he would need.
The healer then vanished the tattered clothing that Harry was wearing apart from his underwear and began to clean and heal some of the cuts, some would have to heal over time as they had been infected and would need to be cleaned a few more times before they could be healed to make sure no more infection remained inside. He used some of the balms on the bruises.
"Concussion, be careful," the healer said as he looked to Viktor. The healer finished what he needed to do and gave the instructions once more on Harry's care and that they should call him if anything else happened.
"Thank you," Viktor said with a smile, "and I will if we need to."
"Yes thank you," Yuuri smiled and bowed to him, staying with Harry as Viktor then showed the healer out of their home.
Viktor bound back up the stairs, smiling as he saw Yuuri still holding Harry's hand, "Let me clean off the bed," he said, pulling out his wand and cleaning the bed and spelling some soft pyjamas onto Harry.
"We'll need to take him shopping for more clothes," Yuuri said, "He won't be used to the colder weather here," he added as he looked at Viktor.
Viktor nodded in agreement, "We will, before then, let's get him healed up and ready to face the world outside these doors," he said as he went over to the bed and helped Yuuri tuck Harry into bed properly.
Yuuri went over to one of the armchairs and pulling it closer to the bed, "I think you should talk to Yakov, one of us should be here for him over the next few days. I don't think we should take him to the rink when he is ill," he said, as that had been the plan.
Viktor nodded as he pulled out his phone and walked out of the room. It took a few rings before it was picked up. Yakov immediately started shouting at them for missing practice, "Yakov, please stop."
Yakov stopped the tirade when he hears Viktor's voice, it was weary and there was something else that he had never heard in the young man's voice, "Vitya?" he asked.
"My cousin Harry, was being abused. He has come to live with Yuuri and I. We have taken over guardianship. He has been hurt badly Yakov. He is healing and it will take some time. I’m warning you as Yuuri and I may not come in for a few days while he settles into his new home," Viktor told him, his voice soft as he looked to the closed bedroom door.
"Take all the time you need, are you sure your apartment will be big enough?" he asked, concerned.
"We have moved into one of my families homes, ‘s a little closer to the rink, so don't worry. I'll send you the address later. For now, I wish to get back to Yuuri and Harry in case he wakes. He doesn’t know that he’s been sent to us yet. He was unconscious when he came to us," Viktor sighed.
"Alright, I’ll talk to you soon. And take care," he said, his voice soft for the young man that he thought of as a son.
"We will," Viktor promised as he ended the call and went back into the bedroom, grabbing a chair and settling beside Yuuri to watch over Harry. Only leaving to get something to eat for the two of them and wait for Harry to wake up.