Harry smiled as he took the letter from the now familiar owl, and started reading straight away.

"Aww, Harry's boyfriend has written to him again!" Ron cooed as Hermione reached out to stroke the feather of the owl perched happily on Harry's shoulder.

"Shut up," Harry rolled his eyes.

"No, it's cute! He writes every week!" Ron laughed dodging out the way of Harry's foot and sat a little further down the table.

"What's this about a boyfriend?" Sirius raised his eyebrow as he walked in a sat down as well.

"Nothing!" Harry huffed just as Ron said "Krum,"

"Viktor Krum? He writes to you?" Remus lowered his book to look at Harry.

"Not that Krum," George laughed. "Though he writes nearly as much,"

"It is Krum the younger brother that writes nearly every week," Hermione smiled when Harry glared balefully at her.

"The one that you rescued during the second trial?" Sirius asked slowly.

"That would be the one, he has had stars in his eyes for our little Harry ever since," Fred teased.

"He does not," Harry huffed.

"Harry the kid still writes to you every week nearly," Ron patted his shoulder.

"He's just...kind of like a little brother," Harry shrugged.

"It's cute, that's all," Ron shook his head.

"I am more interested in the fact that Krum the Elder brother writes as well," Remus said, and then narrowed his eyes when he saw Harry's cheeks go red and Hermione and Ron look a little shifty. Sirius met his eyes, worry flaring in those grey eyes before they turned their intent stare back onto Harry.

"He was grateful that I saved Millen, we became friendly, and after Fourth year, we just started owling each other. It's...nice having someone that understands what it is like to have the press hound you, and to be judged for your name. And we talk about Quidditch and other things,"

"And you fancy him," Sirius added on.

"I don't!" Harry choked.

"The colour of your skin kind of gives you away Harrykins," Fred snickered.

"Ugh I hate being pale!" Harry groaned dropping his head onto the desk. "Look it's no big deal, it's not like he would like me like that anyway, I mean have you seen him recently?"

"Is he gay?" Remus asked.

"Bi," Harry grunted into the wood of the table.

"Then he will fancy you," Sirius huffed.

"You're a little biased Siri. Honestly, he isn't interested in me like that, we're just friends, pen pals, whatever," Harry shrugged without lifting his head from the table.

"Well we will soon find out," Ron smirked.

"Why do you say that?" Remus looked to Ron with narrowed eyes.

"Because he is coming to Bill and Fleur's wedding," Ron's eyes were on Harry when his head snapped up and stared at Ron wide eyed.

"I am actually going to kill you!" He growled.

"What?!" Ron fluttered his eyelashes trying to look innocent.

"You mentioned nothing about Viktor being invited to the wedding," Harry glared. "Why didn't he say anything? He wrote last week!" He fretted a little.

"Because he wanted to surprise you, but big mouth can't help himself!" Hermione shook her head at Ron who was looking a little ashamed. "He asked us not to tell you when he returned his RSVP,"

"Is he bringing a plus 1?" Harry asked slowly, not sure he wanted to know the answer or not.

"Yes..." Hermione rolled her eyes when Harry dropped his head to the table again. "But it is Millen,"

"Really?" Harry grinned happily sitting up.

"Yes really, idiot," Hermione shook her head.

"Mione, that's mean," Harry pouted.

"Honestly how you have managed to survive this long, I will never know," She shook his bushy head playfully.

"Because I am part of a team of three that has an amazingly wonderful smart brain?" Harry smiled flatteringly at her.

"You have a lot to own up for," She pointed at Sirius who quickly flashed her nearly the exact same smile. Remus just shook his head and disappeared behind his book as the conversation turned into the normal banter when the Weasleys and Hermione joined them for breakfast.

"Hey Cub," Remus caught hold of Harry.

"Remi?" Harry asked curiously seeing the serious looks on his and Sirius' faces.

"Can you come with us for a quick chat please?" Remus asked.

"Have I done something wrong?" Harry asked quickly as he followed them to Remus' study.

It was an amazing room, and Harry loved spending time in here. Done in red wood panelling with paintings from different countries that he could spend hours looking at. There were also a good few pictures of the Marauders and Lily in school and some when he himself had been born. Pride of place on Remus' desk was a picture of himself and Sirius grinning as Remus held a newly born Harry, Lily and James were in the background laughing. They had told Harry that Remus and Sirius had taken Harry when he had been born, and Lily and James were laughing because the other two had seemed to forget they weren't actually the parents.

There were also piles upon piles of books in the room that Harry was 110% sure were only being kept from collapsing from their wavering piles by strong charms. There was a calm in this room, something that was wholly Remus, and the minute he stepped in he relaxed a little.

Making his way over to what was 'his' chair by the fireplace he sat down and looked back to where Remus and Sirius were making their way to the sofa. "Are you sure?" Sirius was growling.

"If you kill them we will have to help you hide the bodies, it would be psychologically damaging for Harry," He knew straight away what the conversation was about, it was a familiar one, the Dursleys. Once Sirius and Remus had officially adopted Harry, he had told them everything, and saying that they had been fuming was a minor understatement.

Things had not been the same with Dumbledore since it came out that he had been raising Harry in the Dursleys as some sort of experiment to see if he would turn out the same way Voldemort did, and considering his plans had been cut short when Harry shoved Voldemort through the veil, which in turn spat Sirius back out to him, well things had been a little strained.

But he loved living with Sirius and Remus, and he loved having a home, this home with them. Sirius however still struggled in accepting the life Harry had had growing up. And was still furious for him.

"You have done nothing wrong, we just want a little chat," Remus smiled sitting down and conjuring tea for them.

"Ok," Harry looked between them with narrowed eyes.

"It's about Viktor Krum," Sirius said making Harry groan.

"Ok seriously guys, yes I like Viktor, yes I have a crush on him. But nothing will happen, he doesn't even see me that way. I'm fairly sure that I am to him what Millen is to me. You have nothing to worry about," Harry groaned.

"I think you don't really see yourself," Remus tapped his chin with a soft smile.

"What?" Harry frowned.

"Prongslette, if he doesn't already like you, one look and he will be panting," Sirius managed to chuckle and grimace in one.

"Like a dog in heat?" Harry couldn't resist and tried to deflect the attention from him.

"Hey!" Sirius huffed while Remus stifled his chuckle.

"Harry, you are gorgeous, he would be a fool and blind not to see it. I think you are underestimating yourself," Remus smiled softly.

"It's not like that," Harry shook his head.

"We believe you, but maybe you aren't the only one holding feelings back?" Sirius smiled. "Anyway, that's not really what we wanted to talk about. We just want to know a little more about your friendship, if you are happy telling us?"

Harry looked between them, warmth growing in his chest. They never demanded or expected, they asked and never lied to him, they listened to him when he spoke, and actually took in what he was saying, they loved him and yes, they spoiled him a little, but they were so different to the adults that he had had in his life, and he adored them.

"Ok," He nodded. "As we said, Viktor didn't make it to Millen in the lake, now we know it was because Crouch jr. had jinxed him to get rid of my closest competition, but when I got there I couldn't leave Millen, he was so young. I managed to grab him and Ron and swam for it. Viktor was grateful, he was fretting so badly when we reached the end. He really loves Millen and is very protective. He hadn't been rude to me or anything before that, he was just kind of indifferent, but after Millen he was nice. He started spending time with me, he would tell me about his home and we discussed what we liked doing, he took me flying and taught me some tricks, we just got to know each other," Harry shrugged.

"Here we are, go on," Remus said handing Harry his tea.

"We promised we would write to each other, especially after everything that happened, Viktor was imerioed to attack Fleur, we lost Cedric... it was a hell of a year and there were only two other people that knew anything about what it was like. Even though we didn't start off on the best foot the 4 of us became close,"

"We didn't realise," Sirius frowned reaching out to take Harry's hand in support.

"It was one of those situations, even though they had wanted to do it, being in a death tournament, the stress of everyone's expectations, the worry of what was to come. It made us close. And then Cedric... and Viktor and Fleur, and what I went through... it just sort of sealed us together?" Harry tried his best to explain.

"I think we understand," Remus nodded.

"So, we promised to write. I didn't really think Viktor would be able to keep it up. He was going back home to train hard for the time he had missed while he was at Hogwarts. He normally would have training that he was allowed to leave Durmstrang for three days a week. But then his letter arrived practically the 3rd day I had been in Private Drive. And we just... wrote to each other,"

"There is something a little more to it Cub," Remus said gently.

"If… if Viktor hadn't been writing to me that summer… he helped a lot. Talking about what happened, or not talking about it, having him to chat to it just kept me sane that summer. I know Dumbledore had put the ban on you guys, but I just felt so isolated and lost, I was drowning that summer, and Viktor he kept me grounded. That's when I fell in love with him I think," Harry snorted. Then he blinked at the wounded noise Sirius let out. "What?"

"You said crush! You said nothing about love!" Remus squeaked.

"I meant fell for, as in crush, I didn't mean…"

"He's too young!" Sirius wailed.

"Our little cub!"

"Guys shut up!" Harry moaned in mortification. He did laugh however when they snagged him around the waist and yanked him between them for a cuddle.

"If you love him that's fine. We would have liked to keep you young and sweet and innocent until you were at least 50, but well, it's too late now," Sirius sniffed dramatically.

"Harry, it's fine to be in love. Just don't rule out that he may not feel the same way," Remus assured him cuddling him close.

"Thank you. He's a good man, he's raised his brother," Harry said softly.

"Raised him?" Remus frowned.

"Their parents passed the year before Viktor was in the tournament, Millen was only 11. Their uncle took them in, but only on the agreement that once Viktor turned 17 he would move out and look after Millen. That's why Viktor was in the tournament, Kakaroff had convinced him that if he took place in the tournament the money would be able to go towards helping to look after him. He wasn't just his headteacher, he was his manager as well. They didn't have much money, and Viktor didn't know how he was going to look after them both. After the tournament he managed to get a new manager who brokered a deal for him to get an advance on his contract and help setting up a house for him and Millen in exchange for a longer than normal contract. He has been looking after and raising Millen since,"

"Well, we need to go shopping!" Sirius declared.

"Why?" Remus and Harry peered at him curiously.

"Because, you have to look fabulous when he arrives and make him see what he is missing out on," Sirius said passionately, honestly his eyes were nearly shining with excitement.

"No leather!" Remus said tiredly making Harry squeak a little.

"But..."

"You are not putting our godson in leather!" the werewolf said a little more firmly.

"But.."

"I don't want to wear leather!" Harry said quickly.

"But... but..."

"No leather!" Harry and Remus said firmly.

"Fine! But you will let me change up your wardrobe a little?" Sirius pouted. Harry glanced down at the clothes he was wearing right now. Even though he had been living with Sirius and Remus for 2 years now, he had not been able to get out of the habit of wearing baggy clothes.

"Maybe something a little more fitted would be better?" Harry bit his lip pulling at his shirt.

"Yes finally!" Sirius hugged Harry till he squeaked a little, then he bounded to his feet and started running around to get things together, clearly meaning to go right at that moment.

"Good luck," Remus said sympathetically patting Harry on the shoulder.

"Wait you aren't coming with us?!" Harry spluttered.

"And subject myself to Sirius shopping, I love you, don't love you that much," Remus grinned widely to take any sting from his words.

"Traitor! You used to be my favourite," Harry grumped.

"Hey!" Sirius spun around with a pout making the other two laugh.

"Only teasing, come on then, let us get this over and done with," Harry sighed with a put upon tone.

"I shall retreat that with the contempt it deserves, completely ignore you and enjoy this anyway!" Sirius sniffed before tugging Harry into a tight hug and after a cheerful goodbye to Remus, apparated them straight to Diagon.

"I like this," Harry said unsure holding up a top.

"That would suit you, but in this colour, that one would drain you," Sirius advised. Despite his fears, it had been nowhere near as bad as he had thought. If he had realised he would have done this a lot sooner, it was actually a little bit fun, though confusing for him. He had no idea how Sirius knew at a glance what things would suit him, and what wouldn't, what colours would and wouldn't suit him. It was a mystery to Harry. But he was having fun, and Sirius was definitely enjoying himself.

So far he was sure they had tripled the clothes he currently owned, and Sirius did not seem to be slowing down.

"Siri," He said slowly, biting his lip and looking as innocent as possible.

"Oh Merlin, don't! Don't look at me like that!" Sirius groaned as soon as he turned and caught sight of the look.

"I just want to ask something," Harry said sweetly.

"No, you want to ask me something that you know Remus will disapprove of, so your are putting on that face, because you know I can't resist it!" Sirius grumbled to himself.

"I just... wanted to get my ears pierced, like yours," Harry said touching both lobes.

"Oh dear Merlin, Remus will murder me. Come on, lets pay for these and go to the shop down the street," Sirius sighed.

"Really? Just like that?" Harry perked up.

"There is no point in fighting you when you make your mind up, plus 'like yours' it's no wonder that you were nearly in Slytherin Cub," Sirius snorted.

"Thank you!" Harry chirped following his muttering godfather to the counter.

"I think we may have to order you a new wardrobe, this won't all fit, even after we get rid of some of your things," Sirius frowned as he peered into the one bag all the others were shrunk into. He looked up and grinned when he caught Harry admiring his newly pierced ears in Florean's window. He had gone for a simple diamond stud in his left ear, and a red teardrop long earring in the right ear. "I'm glad you like them, it is worth being a dead man walking to see you so happy,"

"I am. I had a really good time too Sirius," Harry turned to smile brightly at him. Sirius tilted his head and little and smiled back, though it was a little nostalgic. In the time he and Remus had adopted Harry, something had eased in the younger man, he looked happier and so much healthier. "Siri?"

"It's a little scary that you are growing up so quick," Sirius admitted.

"Siri you know whatever happens in my love life, whoever I end up, won't mean I am not your godson anymore, and won't mean that I don't love you and Remi just as much as I do now. You will always be my top guys," Harry stood and hugged Sirius.

"I will hold you to that promise," Sirius teased. "I am looking forward to meeting this Viktor,"

"Honestly Siri, nothing is going to happen, he doesn't see me like that," Harry sighed.

"I thought that about Remus, now look where we are. And if I had been a little more open to the chance, we could have had this a long time ago," Sirius advised gently, touching Harry's hand before he went back to his ice cream giving Harry time to think.

"I do really like him, a lot, I don't want to get my hopes up,"

"There is nothing wrong with guarding your heart, but there is also nothing wrong with having a little hope. You also don't see yourself properly, you don't see how others see you, and I am not just talking about your looks, even though you are gorgeous. I am talking about your personality, your kindness and intelligence. Krum would have to be blind and stupid not to see how amazing you are," Sirius smiled.

"Thank you Siri," Harry went back to his ice cream monstrosity he loved when they visited Florean's, Sirius had to hide his smile at the red shade to Harry's face.

Harry was watching with amusement as Molly fussed around, Sirius was hiding from her and Remus, who was helping her cook, he was trying to avoid the wrathful looks Remus was throwing him, and they were getting darker every time someone commented on Harry's earrings, especially when they complimented them. Molly wasn't much more impressed with the new addition, she had tutted and huffed, clicked and shook her head since they had arrived for their weekly meal at the Burrow.

Bill was sulking in the corner just a little after Molly had turned around and glared at him and Sirius and told them that is was their fault and they were a terrible influence on 'poor Harry'.

Fleur of course had found it hilarious, and was teasing him about it. They were all gathered for their normal meal, but they were also celebrating the upcoming wedding, with a week to go they were all exciting, if not a little tired with all of the preparations.

They were nearly ready for the wedding and there was an air of excitement hovering over all of them. Fleur was happy and glowing, floating around the room. Harry was also happy to note that any reservations Molly had had about Bill and Fleur marrying seemed to have washed away. Be it the excitement of wedding, the thought of grandchildren, or the sight of the two so genuinely happy, but it was a relief to all of them. Harry had received many a letter from Fleur worrying that Molly would never accept them, and exchanged many a worry with Viktor about Molly's attitude towards Fleur, though it had eased over the years.

Now though they were laughing together as they teased Bill about different aspect of the wedding, while Remus helped them cook.

Harry was chatting with Ron and Hermione, discussing their part of the wedding and the things that they had to do over the next few days. The two boys teased Hermione as she started trying to press on them doing their homework and reading for the next year. She was lecturing them, but there was a glitter in her eyes as she spoke telling them that she was taking the teasing as it was meant, and giving it in return.

He wasn't aware of the quiet settling over the group as the three of them continued chatting, but then Hermione went quiet and looked over Harry's shoulder at something in the doorway. Harry blinked confused and turned before his eyes widened in shock at the figure standing in the kitchen doorway.

Viktor had changed, he knew that, but actually seeing him rather than in pictures he or Millen had sent Harry, or seeing him in the papers, it was different, he was different.

He was taller, broader, his hair wasn't close cut as it had been when Harry first met him, it was longer, long enough for Harry to run his fingers through. And he was broader, more muscled, to the point were he looked a little amusing standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his shoulders barely fit through the door. He also had a more of a beard close cropped but still a beard rather than the scruff that he had had when he was a teenager.

Harry stood slowly from the table, unable to take his eyes from the man in front of him, who was staring just as intently at him. It had been 2 years, two very long years for both of them.

"Viktor," Harry breathed out before he was suddenly covering the ground between the two of them and threw himself into the older man's welcoming arms.

"Harry," The rough Bulgarian drawl was so so familiar even though it had been two years. Harry pressed his face into Viktor's shoulder as everything welled up inside of him at the knowledge that he was finally with Viktor again, something he had not been sure would happen.

He was being hugged as tightly as he was hugging, at least until a throat cleared behind them. "This is charming I come all this way, and I am not even greeted!"

Harry looked over Viktor's shoulder and laughed happily when he saw who else was there. Pulling away from Viktor, Harry yanked Millen into his arms and squeazed him tightly.

"Merlin you have gotten so tall!" Harry gasped looking at the teenager. At only 13 he was standing just a little taller than Harry himself. "You take after your brother!"

"Really you think so?" Millen asked with a cheeky smile posing for Harry.

"Definitely, look at you, you are growing up," Harry laughed happily.

"He is a pest! And bratty! And sulky!" Viktor reeled off.

"Viktor!" Millen groaned shoving at his brother who just tugged him into a headlock.

"Now leave him alone!" Harry scolded, tugging the now taller younger man to him and hugging his head playfully to his chest.

"You haven't even had to do his washing, Merlin his socks!" Viktor carried on.

"I hate you!" Millen groaned burying his face into Harry's shoulder.

"To be fair I have heard a lot of long and lengthy complaints about the fact that your socks could probably walk out the laundrey basket over the years," Harry shrugged.

"Viktor!" Millen whined.

"What, if I have to suffer through doing your washing, then I need to complain to someone," Viktor shrugged. His face as as normal quite blank, but his dark brown eyes were shining.

"Do I not get a hello considering you are here for my wedding my friend?" Fleur huffed.

"Fleur, you are looking beautiful, congratulations, and thank you for inviting us," Viktor pulled her into a gentle hug.

"It's fine, Harry always was your favourite," Fleur teased.

"Harry, you are blushing!" Millen laughed. Viktor quickly turned around to see the bright red colour of Harry's cheeks. He turned and walked back to Harry and his brother with a little smirk.

"You were always my favourite," He shrugged, reaching out to touch Harry's red cheek.

"I knew it! I have proof now," Fleur crowed to the gathering in the kitchen, but Harry's eyes were wide as he stared up at Viktor, his fingers still brushing his burning cheek.

"You're my favourite as well," Millen threw himself around Harry in another hug.

"You're my favourite too," Harry cooed pulling himself together.

"Hey!" Viktor and Sirius complained at the same time.

"He's... well I was going to say cuter but considering he is turning into a mini giant, probably not the right word," Harry shook his head. Millen flushed a little but his chest puffed out even more.

"Come on, supper is getting cold," Molly called.

"Are you joining us?" Harry asked Viktor.

"Yes, if that is ok, he can eat like a horse," Viktor teased nodding to Millen.

"There is always more than enough food," He assured them taking both their hands and leading them fully into the kitchen.

"Viktor, a pleasure to meet you, I am Sirius," Sirius was smirking as he stood and held his hand out to the Seeker.

"A pleasure," Viktor was a little wide eyed. Especially considering Sirius was giving him 'the Black Glare'.

"Remus, this is Remus, also my godfather," Harry yanked Viktor over to the werewolf who shot Harry and look but held his hand out anyway and gave the boys a warm look.

It was going to be an interesting meal.