Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these fics.

A/N: I know I got a lot on my plate but I promise I'll complete all of my fics plus this looks fun...So I wrote this for the 'Journey Through Hogwarts' Challenge on the HPF Forum. I'll be putting everything for this challenge together as a collection if possible. Also written for the One million words added comp, and the Procrastinators untied comp and the If You Dare Continued Challenge and the Disney-A-Thon Challenge.

Prompt: If you are sorted into the Hufflepuff House than write a story about an unappreciated pairing (A pairing which has under 500 stories). Write about Nicolas Flamel (Jim). Pedal to the metal.

Deaging Love

'I am so glad that I listened to my wife's orders' Nicolas thought with a small chuckle as he spooned his much younger lover as they curled up on their bed. 'I am so happy that I decided to put the pedal to the metal as the muggles say and speed up.'

Looking over his lover, and hopefully soon to be third in the magical bond, and gazed into his darling wife's eyes. It was easy for Nicolas to see the unconditional love that his wife held for not only himself but also for the person who they had deaged themselves to be with.

"He looks so much younger and more innocent when he sleeps," Perenlle cooed softly making Nicolas smile. "I have never been so glad that I told Dumbledore where to shove it when he came asking for more of our special stone..."

"And I am happy that I listened to your bossy orders and got working on the soul mate finder potion and then the deaging potions," Nicolas replied with a knowing grin on his face. "You wonderful bossy woman."

Perenlle giggled. "Stop, you are making me feel like a school girl again."

"Well you are, remember that we took the deaging potion," Nicolas said suggestively as he waggled his eyebrows at his wife. "I am sure that with a few carefully placed words we could get out little kitten to join us."

At the mention of their little kitten both Perenlle and Nicolas let out heavy sighs and turned their attention to the smaller black haired teenager that was protectively spooned in between them both. Perenlle could not help but to allow as soft coo to fall from her lips when she spotted that one of Harry's hands had her nighty in a death grip while the other one had Nicolas' pyjama top in an identical death grip. Both Nicolas' and Perenlle 's hearts melted at the adorable sight that their youngest lover made, feelings of possessive and the need to protect Harry rose inside both of them, feelings that both Nicolas and Perenlle agreed to pay full attention to and not ignore.

"I cannot believe how those horrid people have treated him Nick," Perenlle said softly as she reached forwards and ran a loving hand through Harry's short messy black hair. "I am so glad that we managed to get him away from England and bring him to our hidden home in France."

"I am happy that he does not hate us for everything," Nicolas said as he admitted his own feelings and thoughts. "You do know that we will have a long road ahead of us. You heard the Healer, our little Kitten needs to gain weight, be showered with love and helped to develop confidence in himself, at least we are here to help, protect and love him...maybe a hobby that needs some sort of skill would help. What do you think dear?"

Perenlle simply gave her husband a determined look. "I say, bring it on."

End of Prompt.