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Petunia Dursley was shaking.

She had woken up on November 1st, 1981, expecting to find fresh bottles of milk on the doorstep and nothing else.

Only to find a baby, swaddled in a faintly dirty white blanket and clutching a letter addressed to her. Upon reading the letter, she found out that the baby was her nasty sister's son, Harry. Finding out that her sister was killed, along with her husband, didn't stop her unfiltered hatred for anything to do with her, but she was terrified despite herself.

The letter said that the man who murdered Lily Potter and her husband had also attempted to kill Harry. A man who led a cult - because that's what it truly was, a cult - had failed to kill a baby, and his minions would be out for blood. Petunia didn't care that whoever wrote this letter said there were wards surrounding their house; she was not going to risk the life of her family, especially not her son! Voldemort and his followers had already proven that they didn't care if children were hurt; Harry and whoever this Neville Longbottom boy was were proof enough of that.

So, in conclusion, she was waiting for Vernon to come home from work to inform him of her decision. Petunia Dursley was not going to listen to this Albus Dumbledore and keep Lily's brat. She was not going to put a target on Vernon, herself, and Dudley's backs just to keep one little brat safe. But, despite that, she also knew that if her hatred for anything magical, her husbands was much worse.

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Harry Potter had spent most of his life in an orphanage, waiting and hoping to be adopted one day.

The day finally came when he was 4 years old, when two men came in. Some of the staff members weren't too enthused about the men, but they didn't say anything to their faces. After all, the men had been approved for adoption, and the staff couldn't say no simply because they didn't agree with their marriage.

Harry learned that the black haired man was named Yuuri and came from Japan, while the silver-haired man was named Viktor and hailed from Russia. He could see that that also caused some of the staff to purse their lips. Harry would never understand why they had such a reaction; love was love and knew no bounds. He would one day know that there is a boundary that no sane person would cross, but Yuuri and Viktor were of those sane people.

Yuuri had been begging Viktor for them to adopt a child since they got married. Viktor readily agreed, but advised they wait until after the current competition, then take the year off from them in order to begin raising the child they would adopt.

When they arrived, they knew that many of the staff weren't happy to be in their presence, but they didn't care. They met many children, but there was one child would didn't try to push their way forward. A small boy with black hair, vivid green eyes, and a scar across the right side of his face that was reminiscent of lightning flashing through the sky. The boy eventually came closer to introduce himself as Harry Potter, and that was all it took for the couple to ask to adopt him.

Harry was excited; he was finally being adopted! But he was also nervous. What if Viktor and Yuuri realize that he wasn't what they wanted and took him back? Harry didn't want that to happen, so he attempted to hide the part of himself that many of the children and staff thought would make him unadoptable. Lacey, one of the staff members who was helping him pack, didn't help with his nervousness as she was in agreement with the emotion.

"You'll be back," she said, causing Harry to freeze for a second in his packing. It was only a second, but that was enough for her. "They'll realize that weirdness follows wherever you go, and they'll take you back and adopt a better child."

And yet, that didn't happen.

Yuuri absolutely loved Harry, while Viktor was completely enamoured. Yuuri was anxious and scared to do something wrong with raising Harry, so he was often a bit stricter compared to Viktor, who was ready to give his son everything that he could ask for. Luckily for Yuuri, Harry wasn't asking for more than what was needed for him to live.

That was until his fathers took him to the rink to watch their practice. When Harry saw them gliding around the rink, coming together at random times to dance with each other before skating away, all he could think was, "I want to do that, too."

So, when they arrived home, Harry was fidgeting while asking for a pair of skates and lessons.

That was enough for the new parents to take their son the next day to buy everything he would need. It was also lucky that Yakov, Viktor's coach, was willing to help, as well. Which was saying something considering that he never worked with kids below the age of 10. That was where he met Yuri Plisetsky.

Viktor was glad Harry and Yuri were getting along, especially since Yuri always kept his temper in check so as not to startle the younger boy. Yuri had chosen to be their designated babysitter whenever the new parents had to do something or go somewhere where Harry couldn't come along, such as right now. It was Harry's first Christmas with them, and they wanted to make it amazing. Due to them adopting Harry in September, they had to wait until they could give their son the same treatment for his birthday.

To say that Harry was shocked by the number of presents he received on not only Christmas but also his birthday would be an understatement. The boy was ecstatic.

Everything was going swimmingly, even with the weird things that always seemed to happen around Harry. Yuuri had originally been startled but took it in stride, assuring the boy that there was nothing wrong with him and that they would never take him back for something as simple as Harry being a wizard.

The family was glad that they lived both in Japan and Russia because the moment Harry began to show magical abilities, they sent a representative to inform them of what they could do. It was through that representative that they learned that Harry was from an old magical family who had died fighting a war back in England. Viktor had held Harry tighter that night when he came to them with bad dreams. They were also told that Harry was already signed up to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since he was born. That information came about when Yuuri had asked about schools to help him train.

Quite simply, neither Yuuri, Viktor, nor Harry were enthused about the prospect, but there was nothing they could legally do. Harry's tuition was already paid. So, all they had to do was sit and wait until Harry turned eleven.

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Dumbledore leaned back in his office chair, proud that his plans were already coming to fruition. 

He knew that the Dursleys would do everything in their power to make certain the boy would be put down. A smile graced the old Headmaster's lips. Dumbledore would be seen as the saviour to Harry when the boy turned eleven and could finally begin his training. It was unfortunate that the boy had to die in the end, but that was the price Dumbledore had to pay for his vision to become reality. 

It never occurred to him that Petunia wouldn’t want to risk the lives of herself and her family. 

It never occurred to him that, due to Harry only being inside the blood wards for less than 24 hours, the wards would not have completely formed. Because of that, he would not have gotten any notifications when the wards inevitably crashed. After all, the point of the trinkets used to track Harry and his health wouldn’t have gone off if the ward hadn’t had time to form. 

It was, however, a good thing for Harry and his new family, as that meant the Headmaster wouldn’t know where to go to find him. 

So, when Albus Dumbledore decided one day to take a visit to Arabella Figg to check on the progress of the boy’s treatment, he had not expected the results he got. 

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Arabella had been watching over the Dursley household for nearly five years before Albus visited. 

She knew Harry wasn’t living there, but if the Headmaster hadn’t pulled her out, that meant the man didn’t realize that himself. 

So, when the man came to her front door, she knew what she wanted to tell him. 

“Hello, Arabella. How are you on this fine day?” 

Arabella blinked a few times while glancing out the window of her sitting room at the dark clouds decorating the skyline, ready to douse the residents in rain within moments. How the man could call this a ‘fine day’, she would never know. There were many things she would never understand about him, and Arabella doesn’t believe she wants to know. 

She places the tea tray on the table between the two chairs before sitting in the one available. Arabella’s eye twitched when she saw Albus had chosen to sit in the biggest chair; her chair. She was careful not to let the man notice her irritation. Those lessons with Severus in Occlumency seemed to have paid off. 

“I am doing quite well, Sir.” Arabella felt the tiny push at the front of her mind that alerted her to Dumbledore’s attempts to use Legilimency on her. Why does the man still try when he knows those who use Occlumency can’t be read unless they allow it? Then again, he believed himself to be more powerful than everyone else. 

Dumbledore smiled with that blasted twinkle in his eyes. “I have come to check in with you on the treatment of young Harry Potter.” 

That was what she thought. Arabella smiled back. “Give me a moment.” She steps around a few of her Kneazels to grab a picture book she had begun to make on the first day she was placed on this boring street. 

When she passed the book to the Headmaster and he began to flip through the pictures, the smile turned strained, and his eyes lost all twinkle. The man’s posture tensed. Arabella could read Albus’s posture with ease at this point, and what she could read was that he was furious. She had made certain that all pictures she’d take of Dudley Dursley would have been at such an angle as to avoid the possibility that the right side of the boy’s forehead wouldn’t be shown. 

Albus Dumbledore closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath in, and relaxed his posture. He hadn’t been paying attention to the squib, so he had not noticed how she had been pretending to search the plate of cookies for one she would want. 

“That is so good to hear,” Arabella could hear the unbridled fury in the man’s voice, but smiled as he rose from the chair. “I will have to leave now, but thank you for taking this job on such short notice, Arabella.” 

She waves her hand, “It is of no consequence. I genuinely don’t mind.” 

As Dumbledore left, she waited until she heard the pop of apparition before moving from her chair. 

“Wherever Harry Potter is, I hope it is better than what it would have been had he stayed with those cruel beings.” 

Arabella had only had a number of interactions with the family, and it was one too many. If she could, she would never leave her house again to avoid them. They were that bad. Luckily for her, the three were gone for their annual summer vacation. Ironically, it was the very day Harry was born that they left. 

Hopefully, wherever the boy was, he had gotten the gift she had sent. 

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“Hey, Papa?” Harry draws the attention of Viktor to him. Yuuri had to run to the store to pick up the cake for his birthday party. They were currently at YuuTopia (formerly Utopia and renamed after their son), and unfortunately, too many people were taking a vacation to Japan and wished to stop at the Hot Springs. That meant that Grandma had too much work and couldn’t bake the cake herself, which Harry wasn’t that upset about, as he got to help her with cooking. Had she been baking his cake, he would not have been allowed to avoid spoiling the surprise. 

When Viktor turned to face his son, who was holding up a present that was wrapped in red wrapping paper with a purple ribbon around it. “What’s wrong?” The silver-haired man hadn’t recognized the present, but that didn’t mean it was anything bad. He’ll have to check it once Yuuri returns to be certain. 

“It says it’s from someone named Arabella Figg.” Harry looked up from the tag to face his Papa. “I don’t know anyone named Arabella, so I thought I should give you and Dad to be sure it’s fine.” 

Viktor was so proud of his son. When he was a child, he caused so many problems for his parents with things that were worse than anything Harry had ever done. 

Viktor walks over and picks Harry up. Sometimes Harry thinks he’s too old to be picked up, but more often than not, the boy simply needs human contact. “I am so proud of you, Harry. You did the right thing. Once Yuuri gets back, we will discuss what to do with it.” 

“Okay, Papa,” Harry nods with a huge grin on his face. One of the things Viktor found out upon adopting Harry was that his son needed praise whenever he could get it. It was something that the orphanage had refused to give to him, and so his new parents made it their life’s mission to always tell him when they were proud of him and when he did something right. 

When Yuuri arrived with the cake in his arms, Harry had to hold himself back from pouncing on his Dad. It had only been an hour at max, but he would always miss them when they had to leave. 

The present was checked and determined not to be harmful, so it was given to Harry, who loved it. The present had a return address, and Harry insisted that he write a note to thank the woman for the handmade colouring book and marker set and to see if she would tell him how she knew who he was. 

Yuuri hoped that she would write back. Harry deserved to know, and it would be nice to have another person for them to interact with. 

With that, the note was sent off by post, and all they had to do was wait for a response.

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Arabella hadn’t expected a reply to be sent, let alone that it would be sent through the post or that it would come from Japan, of all places!

Dear Arabella Figg

I wanted to write to thank you for the colouring book and marker set. I love it already.

Harry

That was what the first half of the letter said; however, it was the second part that drew her attention. She was glad that Harry appreciated her gift and that he was using it.

Dear Arabella Figg

This is the parents of Harry. We wished to thank you, as well, for the gift. Harry is quite enjoying it. Please excuse our English, as it is not our first language. We are wondering if you would be willing to help us inform our son about his birth parents. That is, if you knew them. Thank you again for the gift, and we hope you have an excellent day.

Viktor + Yuuri

The only thing Arabella could do was write back.

Dear Viktor + Yuuri

I am glad that Harry has enjoyed the gift. In terms of your English, it is not as bad as you make it out to be, do not worry. I had never met James and Lily; however, I would be honoured to give you all the information I have on the two.

Arabella Figg

She sent the letter off with the post, sat back, and waited for the response.

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Yuuri watched as Harry continued colouring. The current picture he was working on was one labelled as a Kneazle. It was an ugly little thing, but the type of ugly that you can’t help but love. Harry was colouring the fur in a mix of red and orange.

Viktor came in and motioned for his husband to follow him. They weren’t worried about leaving Harry alone, as he was six and knew not to leave the house. Plus, Yuri was there, too. The blonde had come over to check on Harry’s progress with his skating, which was getting better by the day. The parents were extremely proud, as they had a lot of trouble when they were beginning.

When the two were in the kitchen, Viktor showed his husband the letter. “This came in the mail today. It’s from Arabella.”

“Well,” Yuuri began. “Open it! I want to know if she’ll help us here.”

Viktor laughed, “Alright, alright. I’m opening it.”

He reads the letter out loud to Yuuri, who listens intently. When the Russian finished, he was already making his way over to where they kept the pens and paper. Yuuri had to hold him back from writing too much.

“Come on, Yuuri! She’s willing to help, I want to get as much information as I can for Harry!” Viktor didn’t like not writing back instantly.

Yuuri sighed. “Viktor, we should ask Harry to make sure he’d wish to know.”

Viktor nodded, realizing that the Japanese man was correct.

Turned out, Harry was happy to learn more about his birth parents, but had to make certain his parents knew something first. “You know I love you two, right? You’re my parents, now, even if they were my first ones.”

That was all it took for Viktor to begin crying. Yuuri was able to hold his tears back, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t grinning like a loon. Harry allowed his fathers to hug him tightly as one cried into his shoulder. Neither one of the men wanted to let him go.

Yuri was holding back snickers at the two, but quieted down when Harry whispered for his parents to include the blonde in the group hug. He had tried to run away, but inevitably got pulled down by Harry himself. Yuri wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he had a soft spot for the younger.

For the next few years, Harry, Viktor, Yuuri, and Arabella exchanged letters. Arabella informed them of James Potter and Lily Evans, but also warned them about Dumbledore and other members of the Order, whom she believed could pose a threat to their family. They were unimaginably grateful for this information, as it allowed them to make some plans for when Harry eventually turned eleven years old.

They just had to wait until then.

But first, Harry was soon going to begin his first Junior Tournament.

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