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CHAPTER FOUR: Are you an orphanage, sir? Because I want to give you children.

While it has already been explained in further details in previous works (read A. A., "Harry Potter: A legend among us" for more information), Harry J. Potter (also named the Great Savior/ Destructor of Time and many more names) wasn't only focused in the famous Captain* Levi A.
Rumors and romanticized works about Potter made us believe that his whole life was convolving around his husband.

There couldn't be something more wrong.

The fact is that, while Potter was indeed married to Levi, there wasn't any love between them. I'd even suggest that there wasn't any attraction to begin with. Their marriage was just a desperate move to protect the two men from their enemies. (For more information, read "Shadows in Shina: How we all escaped from them" by H. F.)

And now that the foundations have been placed, we can get to the point. What kind of relationship tied Potter to Eren Jaeger?

It is now commonly known that there wasn't any love to begin between the both of them. Except that this isn't true.
We were all taught, listened to songs of it, read about it in our history and everywhere the same thing appears.

Eren Jaeger hated Harry J. Potter to the point that he tried to kill him.

That is totally wrong.
Eren Jaeger, contrary to what everyone believes, didn't hate Harry J. Potter at first sight. On the contrary, it was something akin to infatuation that happened.
*he was lance corporal during their first year together

J. K.,"Memories of the last soldier of the Potter squad", 8xx.

[...]

When Eren Jaeger had known that his superior was home, he had been submerged by all sort of feelings.

Most being pure and absolute terror.

Jean had, once again, wandered in the cottage with his muddy boots, Mikasa had left to chop more wood when she still had her ribs broken, Armin was making a mess in the kitchen (while pretending that he was cooking something) and Connie was chiding Sasha who had tried to steal some bread (again... That girl just didn't learn that lesson) while Historia tried to calm them both (or something along. That girl had a voice way too soft to do the peacekeeping).

In short, the cottage was a wreck and lance corporal Levi was already at the door, his horse having been brushed and put in his stable.

So it really wasn't a surprise when Eren fretted over just running and hide in the woods to wait for Mikasa and then ask her to protect him from the lance corporal's rage or just wait for the end of the world. No, Eren Jaeger wasn't exaggerating.

Never when lance corporal Levi was concerned.

Never.

Eren shuddered as he imagined what could be the lance corporal's reaction at seeing the mess in the cottage and felt goosebumps creep all over his body. His teeth slightly chattered and the teenager frowned as he looked down at his shivering hands. This was the first time since his first shifting into a Titan that he was feeling so under the weather. It wasn't normal and he feared what could happen next. Would he shift into his titan form? Was he sick?
Could he even fall sick?

Eren was now falling into deep thoughts and his frown deepened as he began to consider what would follow next. And as such, he forgot everything about his pure panic about the lance corporal's arrival and stood there without doing anything.

Therefore, the teenager tensed considerably when he saw his superior open the door and enter the house. His turquoise eyes widened in horror as he noticed that Levi's frown, normally present because he was sweaty after riding a horse for who knows how long, was harsher than usual.

God, Eren was so dead. His goosebumps considerably increased and he began to shiver like a leaf under a harsh wind. Of course, his superior noticed it and tsk-ed with an annoyed huff. Yes, it was now confirmed. Lance corporal Levi was in a really bad mood.

"Eren," the lance corporal said as he glanced at teenager's cleaning clothes. "I see that you didn't waste your time..."

Eren gulped loudly and wondered if the option running to Mikasa was still up. He tightened his grip on his broom and felt his heartbeat quicken while Levi took off his tridimensional gear.

It seemed that the lance corporal was going to stay this time. Generally, he kept his gear on and just verbally verified that everything was alright.

Eren was so fucked.

"Where are the others?" Levi inquired.

Eren blanched. If the lance corporal knew what his new squad was doing at the moment, the teenager had the foreboding that he was going to suffer. And don't ask why, it was the lance corporal Levi. That man didn't joke around when it concerned hygiene.

"Err..." Eren nervously dampened his lips and began to sweat while he was met with Levi's deadpan stare.

"They are slacking," his superior calmly noted.

However, Eren didn't fall for his trap. He knew that it was the calm before the tempest. Therefore, he swallowed, hard, and tried to make himself look smaller than his superior and unimportant. Without much success though. The fact that he was still shivering like a leaf under harsh winds wasn't helping at all.

"Did they even make their beds?" the veteran soldier inquired with a slight tilt of his head.

Eren laughed nervously and scratched the top of his head. "Define making their beds, sir..."

Levi closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. While Eren began to pray for a quick death. His accelerating heartbeat and the strange heat in the bottom of his stomach seemed like it would happen sooner than he had thought.

'Sorry, mom,' the teenager sighed internally. 'I will join you today...'
The heat in his stomach flared and Eren bit on his lips while he tried to hold on his calm facade under his superior's angered eyes.

And then, a miracle occurred.

"So this is where you went, flea!" an unknown voice suddenly exclaimed while Levi's frown deepened. "Are you still mad about last night? I swear that those bites will fade!"

Levi literally growled. And Eren pondered if now was the moment to flee. But he really wanted to know who was this person (probably a madman) who had just called the lance corporal Levi, the super soldier and hope of humanity, a flea.

"Potter," Levi hissed as he swiftly turned around to glare at the newcomer. "Don't you ever shut up?"

"Not really," the other shrugged. The man glanced at his nails and whistled softly before he looked up and met the corporal's glaring gaze. "But kudos to trying," he raised his two thumbs and smirked at the soldier, "you must be one damn persevering flea!"

Eren gaped, the heat in his stomach forgotten as well as his impending death.
Just who was this stranger? He talked to Levi like he was an old friend (or an annoying pest) and didn't seem to care that the lance corporal could kill him in less than one second. 'He must have a death wish,' Eren considered while he nodded to himself, 'it must be that.'
However, even if that man, Potter, was a madman, the teenager couldn't take his eyes away from the stranger's face. It was almost as if he was bewitched by those green eyes and thin lips arched into a mocking smirk. The man was leaning against the cottage door, his dark hair ruffled from the wind and riding in the woods, his green eyes had a bit of a faraway gaze (like his father's did whenever he didn't have his glasses on his nose, Eren remembered with a small pang in his chest) and there was a strange vibe around him. While the man didn't have the muscles or silhouette of a soldier, Eren instinctively knew that he could hold his own against veterans like the Survey Corps. And, maybe (but that was a big maybe) against Levi himself.

"I swear, Potter, if we didn't have this shitty marriage, I'd have killed you last night..." Levi growled and making the teen stop thinking about the stranger.

Eren blinked, his wide Caribbean eyes going from the soldier to the stranger and watching every expression they were making as they bantered.

"Keep dreaming," the man named Potter retorted with a smirk while he folded his arms on his chest and slightly cocked his head. "You know that you liked it!"

Levi huffed and folded his arms. Then, as he remembered that he wasn't alone with the stranger, he kicked Eren's shin. "Stop gaping like a fish, Jaeger!"

The teenager didn't react.

The lance corporal Levi was what?

And with a man?!

He felt like fainting when he noticed that Levi's cravat was around the other man's neck.

[...]

"You know," Harry absentmindedly commented as he watched the tiny and always angry soldier inspect the cottage. "Sometimes I think that I should have married Erwin..." He tilted his head and observed the sudden tenseness in the dark haired man.

'Heh,' the wizard thought as he hid an amused smirk. 'He doesn't like to be compared to Erwin Smith. How interesting...'

The flea seemed to read his thoughts because he rolled his eyes and passed one finger on the kitchen counter. As he saw his finger coated in grease and dust, the tiny soldier almost had a heart stroke and turned to glare at his squad.

They were all sitting in seiza in sign of penitence, minus Eren who was still a bit shocked after the sudden annunciation of his superior's marriage. The poor boy had turned as white as a sheet when the flea had revealed their marriage and he was nursing a hot drink that Harry refused to call tea (it was just hot water and a lavender flower in it. Not tea and his Brit blood refused to even think about it) while one of the other teens looked at him with a worried face. The wizard also noticed that the worried teenager was the only Asian in the whole cottage and he swiftly noted in his head that he really wasn't in China.

Harry also sincerely wondered who was the kid to react as badly as that. Was he his husband's lover? The green eyed adult smirked as he pictured a scene of a love triangle that would have outclassed Aunt Petunia's favorite soap operas. He softly snickered and glanced at the traumatized teen, noticing the furrowed eyebrows, plump lips and boyish features as well as something shiny peeking through the slight opening of the boy's shirt. Harry's heart suddenly leaped in his chest and he frowned.

He wasn't attracted to pubescent boys. He never had been, that Harry was sure of. So why had his heart leaped like a desperate man did from a cliff? The wizard knitted together his eyebrows and slightly huffed while he glared at the shiny thing that he couldn't quite discern under Eren's shirt. He'd have to take the boy's shirt off.

That wasn't helping at all with his statement of not being attracted to pubescent soldiers.

"Stop yapping, Potter," the angry and tiny soldier said in what seemed to be a reflex and also shaking Harry from his rather strange thoughts about the teenager.

The wizard cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. The tiny soldier did the same thing and they glared at each other while the flea's squad nervously fidgeted. Minus Eren of course, the boy was still somewhere in Lalaland, believing his (lover?) superior wasn't married to a man.

"Why?" Harry asked as he raised an eyebrow. "You know that it's true. There always was that option..."

"Shut up, Potter," the flea (for he was increasingly getting on Harry's nerves like a tiny flea would have) retorted. And that also confirmed the wizard's theory about the flea's newborn reflex.

It was sad to think that it had indeed evolved in a habit.

Harry ignored the remark and looked at the penitent soldiers. They were all kids, no more than sixteen.

What a sad world. It also reminded him of his last year in Hogwarts and he scowled at that mere thought. Ignoring how the flea had answered him quite rudely, the wizard softly shook his head and tried to think of something else. But the teenagers' dark eyes that had seen too much things for their young age continued haunting him and Harry sighed as he reminded himself that he was supposed to help them.

"Who are they?" he asked as he met one of the boy's eyes.

He was a teenager with short and cropped brown hair and brown eyes that were shadowed by all the horrors that the boy had seen. Harry had met a lot of teenagers like him in the former wartime, he had been one, so he ignored the slight pang in his cheer and waited for the flea's answer.

"My shitty squad," the latter said matter-of-factly while he wiped his fingers clean on his handkerchief.

Then, as the lance corporal noticed that the once pristine handkerchief was now covered in dust and grease, he frowned and threw it at Harry's head. The wizard swiftly tilted his head and watched the handkerchief continue its course to finally hit one of the teenager's face.
It was a blond boy with big and bright blue eyes. Harry hid an amused smile when the teen almost panicked at the fact that he had his superior's handkerchief on his face and blatantly laughed when the tiny soldier noticed the blonde's terror. The flea's pissed off expression was priceless, Harry was already regretting not having his camera. (A picture of his hubby's displeased face was bound to be expensive...)

"And who are in your shitty squad?" the wizard insisted.

He swore in his mind that if the flea answered 'shitty brats', he was going to throw a temper, his wise wizard facade be damned.

"Who?" Levi, aka Harry's hubby, aka the damn flea, said as he glanced at the man with his habitual deadpan face. "They are just shitty brats."

That was it.

His whole body shuddered and Harry took a deep breath. He could feel his wand, hidden in his trouser's back pocket, slightly buzz and the wizard furrowed his eyebrows. Flashes and memories of the last few hours passed through his mind and he scowled with a displeased face. Since their first meeting, the angry soldier had always been extremely aggressive towards him even when Harry had actually helped him. He had even tried to kill him once they had gotten to the doors of the Wall Mary or something along that name. Merlin, he hadn't stopped kicking and treating him like shit, not even once! (Well, maybe not during their first night together... Harry scowled even more and shook his head, that didn't matter now)

Harry had had enough of being pleasant with that ungrateful flea who couldn't even appreciate being (falsely) married to him.

His scar began to tingle and the wizard felt his magic gather around him while he inhaled deeply. The kid, Eren, suddenly raised his head and looked at him with a strange expression, almost as if he couldn't believe his eyes. At the same moment, the flea turned sharply and jumped on him, kneeing him in the stomach and, when Harry hunched over in pain, finished him with an elbow kick. The taller of the two fell on the floor and curled while a foot on his back pushed him harder against the wooden (and muddied) floor.

"I said no more shitty tricks, didn't I?" the flea deadly hissed and he gave another kick to Harry's back when the latter tried to sweep him with his legs.
The wizard growled under his breath and like the first time that the soldier had tackled him on the ground, he didn't try to shove Levi's foot out of his back. The green eyed male just took a deep breath and scowled, his wand still in his hand and directed towards the soldier's legs.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted and he smirked in mirth when he saw the flea being projected against the kitchen wall.

The flea's squad began to move almost instantly and Harry was soon surrounded by all sort of weapons. He ogled with curiosity a spoon and smiled at the blonde boy who was threatening him with it. He already liked him. Also, one of the girls, with long brown hair and eyes of the same color, was threatening him with a chair on one hand and eating bread with the other.

That was strange.

A creak followed by a thump got him out of his thoughts and the wizard narrowed his eyes when he noticed that the flea was on his feet and didn't seem happy. Like not at all.

Like 'I'll kill you' unhappy.

"Come on," Harry pleaded just as he avoided one of the flea's fists. "It was just an Expelliarmus. It's not like I tried to kill you this time!"

The lance corporal's eyes flashed and he glared at the teenagers. "Stay out of this," he hissed and the youngsters obeyed reluctantly. "He's mine."

At this, a loud gasp could be heard and the teenager with cropped brown hair rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Goodness, Jaeger, can't you stay put for a minute?!"

One of the girls, with dark hair and slanted eyes, jumped to the boy who was in shock once again. Harry was beginning to think that it was funny as hell to see the poor guy being so shocked every time the flea said something that could be interpreted differently.

"Eren, Eren," the dark-haired girl whispered as she gently patted the teenager's cheeks.

Well, it seemed to be gentle pats but the resounding slaps that followed her acts contradicted that.

"It's okay, Mikasa," the blonde boy almost screamed as he seized the girl's wrist. "I'm sure Eren's all right. It must be the shock."

"If you say so, Armin," the girl frowned and gently (really this time) caressed the poor boy's forehead.

The scene was very touching and Harry would have loved to hear more about the three teenagers. However, he had to fight for his live right now as the flea hadn't liked his short fly in the kitchen. Seriously, it wasn't like being projected towards a wall and brutally falling on the floor was something to be pissed off, right?

Merlin, it didn't even hurt. The soldier had survived it, right?

"This is an abusive marriage!" Harry screeched as he squatted to avoid another of the flea's kicks.

The soldier didn't comment that and the wizard rolled on the floor while he searched in his mind a spell who could tranquilize the flea so he could escape without losing something important. Like his life. Or his virility as the tiny soldier seemed pretty earnest in aiming for his crotch.

"Merlin!" Harry exclaimed while he jumped on the kitchen table and crouched to avoid yet again a kick. Was the flea never tired? Because Harry was. Getting tired to be kicked in the face and crotch, that is. "I believe that this isn't how a marriage works!" he added while the teenagers happily cheered for their superior.

Jerks.

"Then, you shouldn't have married me," the flea deadpanned and Harry narrowed his eyes when he clearly heard one of the girls whistle like it was a puny catfight.

"Daaamn~ that should have hurt!" a boy with a buzzed cut commented with a wide smile.

"Shut up, Connie," the boy with short brown hair barked. "Now is not the moment to attract their attentions! That guy is almost as good as lance corporal Levi… You don't want to make him your enemy…"

Sweet, Harry had a fan. And because he had one, the wizard decided to end the fight.

He jumped from the table and landed before the flea. Then, he took hold of the little man's cape (that flea probably loved his cape, it was pristine and stainless) and pulled, almost falling as he had a really bad hold on the flea and his boots (two sizes too big for him and thus making him slip quite a bit). Then, with the momentum of his pull, Harry threw the soldier and smirked when he watched him slide on the muddy floor.

Or he would have if the flea had been thrown.

But nooo, of course the flea had to be fucking versed in in some fucking martial arts and had twisted Harry's arm in his back. The wizard fell on the floor (it was becoming annoying how often he ended in the floor and the flea not) and weaseled his way out of the soldier's grip just in time to avoid a heavy boot on his crotch.

Yes, the flea had something against it.

Maybe because Harry's was bigger.

[...]

The lance corporal Levi was a very mysterious man.

He was famous in all the districts, the super soldier who was the hope of humanity. The lance corporal in the Survey Corps.

A man who, despite his size (that was not small. Nobody sane would call him small. Or tiny) could kick anyone's ass in the blink of an eye. He was the guardian of the infamous Eren Jaeger, the slasher of Titans and the best with the tridimensional gear.

And he was married.
To a man who didn't even respect him and called him a flea.

Jean Kirstein couldn't wrap his mind around that fact.

Hell, even the fact that Levi could be interested in someone, be it female or male, didn't seem right. But there he was, saying that he was married to the man who had tried to kill him right when he had entered the house.

Call him an idiot but Jean didn't believe it. Then he saw the bites on his superior's neck and blanched drastically.

Oh God, they really were married.

And if what he had seen was just a petty lover quarrel, Jean feared what was to come…

"I SAID THAT I'D TAKE THE BED, DAMN FLEA!" shouted a familiar voice in the middle of the night.

"Shut up, Potter, it's already midnight and you didn't let me sleep yesterday. I'll take the bed and that's it," the lance corporal's voice could be clearly heard in the soldier's room.

Jean buried his head in his pillow and moaned when grunts and the sound of the mattress creaking followed Potter's scream.

'As if I didn't have enough with Connie's snores!' he complained with teary eyes.

[...]

Armin Arlert was reputed for his brains, not his brawns. So, when the lance corporal Levi announced that he was ('quite happily, duh') married to the stranger who had tried to kill him in the kitchen just because he had ignored him, the blonde had immediately suspected that something was up.

Well, maybe it was because the stranger always had a knowing smirk on his face. Or because Levi didn't seem to care about hurting his… what? Husband?

Were they really husbands? The man, Potter, had commented that he should have married the commandant Erwin Smith. So did that mean that the three of them met in the same place?

Armin knew that the lance corporal Levi had some kind of history (or was it a feud?) with the Military Police in the Shina district and that the commandant Smith had personally scouted him.

Was that Potter a factor to Levi's move? Since when did they know each other? From what Armin had seen of their interactions, the married couple wasn't afraid to fight each other and they weren't against brutally maiming the other. They really didn't look like lovers. Or friends. Armin couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that they were indeed married.
They didn't even have wedding rings!

Armin frowned and began to lightly gnaw on his thumb nail as his thoughts suddenly halted on that last detail. They didn't have wedding rings. In fact, the lance corporal's husband had come here empty handed with only his clothes on his back. And, if his observations weren't wrong, those clothes weren't even his. From the way they hung over the green eyed man, they were two sizes too big for him and his boots weren't his too. Armin had seen how he had almost faltered on his steps when the man had tried to avoid one of lance corporal Levi's blows.
So why had this man, the famous lance corporal Levi's husband, come without anything with him? Armin furrowed his eyebrows and his eyes darkened while other questions began to swarm his over active mind.

Even if lance corporal Levi and that man, whose name Armin still didn't know about, were in love or something along those waters... Why was he here? Was there an unknown danger that made lance corporal Levi decide to hide his husband here with Eren and the rest of his squad? And above everything else, what had been that strange move that the man had used against the lance corporal Levi?

It was really a curious person and it made Armin almost mad with all the interrogations that involved the man. But mostly, the blonde wondered why the two were still married or pretending to.

Then, he heard the groans.

A vivid blush took place on his features and the boy tried his best to ignore the muffled sounds (were they from pain or pleasure? Armin didn't want to know) and the creaking of the bed in the lance corporal's room.

"Armin?" the faint and trembling voice of Eren resounded in the bedroom and the blonde turned his head towards his best friend.

"Yes?" the young Arlert answered in a whisper.

Armin could faintly see his friend's head peeking from under his heavy blankets. (Mikasa had insisted on giving Eren way more blankets than he really needed, saying that she knew what was best for him) His brown hair was falling lopsidedly over his forehead and almost hiding his turquoise eyes. The blond teen smiled with fondness as he remembered the old times back in Shiganshina where they had had sleepovers with Mikasa.

"Are they… doing it?" Eren asked and Armin winced when he heard the shocked voice of his friend.

Of course, Eren had always been focused in killing Titans and couldn't even fathom dating. So learning that his hero was married to a man and was probably sleeping with him on the next door had probably disoriented the poor boy. Also, it explained why his eyes had lost that intense and heinous edge that they always had since his mother's death. But it didn't explain the slight redness over the brown haired boy's cheeks.

Was it discomfort over hearing his idol's sexual life? Or was it something else?

"Er…" Armin hesitated and pondered over the best answer. "Maybe?"

"I think I'm feeling sick," came Eren's muffled comment. Armin heard his friend shuffle from under his blankets and he swiftly got up to go to his side.

"Do you want a bucket?" he asked while he observed Eren's flushed face. (Probably from dying of being overheated by all those blankets)

"We don't have one anymore. Levi's husband destroyed it when he tried to hit him with it…"

"Ah…"

"And the bathroom is just next to their room…" Eren complained with a breathless voice. His cheeks were redder now and his eyes had a hazed glint to them, almost as if he was about to...

"MERLIN, YOU'RE HEAVY AS HELL! MOVE, YOU STUPID FLEA! DEPULSO!"

Eren softly whined and he immediately hid his face in his pillow. Armin furrowed his eyebrows and observed with keen eyes his friend. He didn't like how Eren's shirt was sticking on his skin from all the sweat as well as his flushed cheeks and foggy eyes. Was he falling sick?
But Eren never got sick, Armin frowned and considered over going in his superior's room and interrupting whatever was going on here. Lance corporal Levi needed to know about this.

[...]

They were fighting tooth and nail to win the bed when the wizard suddenly froze, almost getting punched in the stomach from a rather irate soldier, and widened his eyes in shock.

"What is it?" Levi asked him with an annoyed frown. He was now towering over the wizard who was laying on his back in the bed, his two legs encasing the adult's skinny body while he glared at him.

A sudden stillness was never a good sign. Even more when it was from someone who never stopped talking and moving. Even when he slept, Levi knew it from experience.

The wizard, his husband Levi reminded himself with a scowl, slowly moved his head to look at him with haunted green eyes.

"You never told me," the wizard said, "if there were wizards here..."

Levi narrowed his eyes and almost huffed with disbelief.

"Because my reaction wasn't self-explanatory?" he retorted with sarcasm. "You were the first wizard that I've seen in my life. And from Erwin's constipated face, I guess that it was the same for him..."

The wizard furrowed his eyebrows with a puzzled look and hummed under his breath while he pensively tapped his chin with two fingers.

"That would explain your reaction, yeah," he finally said after some time during which Levi considered over kicking him out of his bed. The wizard blinked and Levi almost swore under his breath when he was met with those two emeralds. They were too familiar.

"But then," the wizard added and Levi forced himself to stop thinking about his past. "It doesn't explain why some of your shitty brats are wizards..."

Levi's mind simply stopped at those words.

[...]

"Eren?" Armin called with a distressed voice. "Eren? Are you alright? Eren!"

'What is it, Armin?' Eren thought while he blinked with bleary eyes.

He faintly discerned his friend's panicked face before he closed his eyes and the brunette softly smiled.

'This feeling,' he thought as a warm feeling surrounded him. 'It's familiar... Homely-like.'

It was almost like waves flowing around him, surrounding and lulling him into a restful sleep. Eren yawned and slightly stirred while something akin to a pit slowly took life in his belly.

"EREN!"

Eren stirred another time and weakly moaned before he slumped over his warm blankets. 'I should thank Mikasa once I wake up,' he reminded himself and he let out a breathy laugh. 'In fact,' he added while his thoughts began to blur. 'I should thank everyone, even that horse face...'

"Eren!" Armin screeched as he began to shake his friend by his shoulders. "WAKE UP!"

Their bedroom door opened with a startling crack and Armin turned his head to look at the people who had broke in. It was Jean with a Connie with droopy eyes. But the buzzed boy swiftly went back to his senses when he saw Eren's limp body in Armin's arms.

"What happened?" Connie asked while his eyes widened in shock. "He was fine before, right? So why is he like that?"

"I don't know!" Armin retorted with a frustrated sigh. He wanted to tear his hair in frustration and scream like a banshee but before he could even think of that, Jean acted.

And by acted, I mean that he ran out of the bedroom and stumbled until he ended in front of their superior's door. He didn't stop to think over what he was going to do (read as 'interrupt lance corporal Levi when he was having some sweet time with his husband') and he barged into the bedroom while shouting.
Of course, Jean was received with wide smiles and open arms. Not.

"What is it, Kirstein?" his superior asked him with a cold voice without moving from his spot.

Unluckily for Jean's eyes, he was towering over his husband's limp body, his two arms encasing the man's head while he sat on his husband's thighs. But luckily for his poor and virgin eyes, they both were clothed.

"It's Eren! ... Sir," Jean quickly answered before he remembered that he was supposed to show respect to the short man.

The lance corporal tsk-ed and swiftly got out of his bed, his husband growling while he did the same.

"What are you waiting for," Levi chided him with a stern glower. "Let's go."

His husband followed him in silence, walking alongside Jean and the teen observed him from the corner of his eyes. The man was slightly taller than Levi but not so much. He also had dark, almost raven like, hair that seemed untamable. But the most startling thing about that man was his eyes. They glowed like green fireflies in the dim lit corridor and reminded Jean of his childhood. He had always liked to hunt fireflies in the fields outside of his village.

[...]

Harry swiftly pushed through all the people hovering around the sick boy and furrowed his brows when he finally saw the latter.

The boy was softly panting, his parted lips almost white while his skin took a sickly shade of yellow. Not a good sight.

The wizard sighed and rolled up his sleeves before he took out his wand and prepared himself for a long night. However, before he could even cast a simple spell to diagnose what the poor boy could have, a hand harshly took his wrist and tightened his hold until the wizard had to let go of his wand.

"What the bloody hell are you doing," Harry hissed angrily while he glared daggers at the culprit.

Without much surprise, it was the his "hubby" and the man was standing with a stern face.

"I told you no shitty tricks," the tiny soldier reminded him with a scowl. "I can't let you touch Jaeger. Not when we don't know what you'll do to him."

Harry frowned and opened his mouth, reading to invective the flea with the most colorful curses he knew off but before he could even begin, a voice cut him short.

"Is he even able to help?"

It was the girl that had hovered all over Eren when he had been so shocked. Her eyes were full of worry and she was nibbling on her lips while she glanced at the sleeping teen.

It reminded Harry so much of Hermione whenever she had been fussing like a mother hen around him that he couldn't help himself but smile at her. The teenager girl's face darkened at his smile, obviously not liking how he dared to smile when her friend was laying sick, and she slightly scoffed while the blond boy put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I can help," Harry assured her with a confident smile.

And he wasn't lying, he could help the boy. After all, he was the only one who had a hunch of what was affecting the teen.

But that didn't convince the flea as the latter merely scowled even more and folded his arms against his chest.

"Really," he muttered.

"I can always use the same 'shitty tricks' on someone else before," Harry proposed with a shrug. "Your choice."

The flea slightly tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he considered it and he ended glancing at his squad. The Asian girl immediately took a step toward the wizard.

"Not you, Ackerman," the tiny soldier scolded her and he looked at the brown haired teenager. "Kirstein, be his guinea pig. No whining."

The concerned teen sighed with a small groan but obeyed. Harry didn't say a word and merely raised his wand before he began uttering spells and softly moving it.

The teenager, Kirstein, grimaced when he felt as if he had taken an iced bath and he tried to ignore how his superior was all but dissecting every of his moves.

"There you have it," Harry announced with a small sigh.

The flea didn't comment on that and just looked at his soldier. Kirstein seemed to understand the silent question because he simply nodded.

"Very well," the corporal accorded. "You can use your shitty tricks on Jaeger."

The wizard sighed and promptly went to work his magic on the slumbering teen.

And, as he had thought, quickly found out what was his problem.

"He's like me," he whispered under his breath so his "husband" would be the only one to hear him.

The other man swore under his breath and immediately ordered the rest of his squad to leave. He was met with a lot of protest that soon died when they were met with his killer glare. When the two married men were left alone with the sick boy, the soldier went to close the door and leaned against it, his arms folded on his chest while he gazed at the teenager and the wizard sitting on the bed.

Jaeger's head was at mere inches from the dark haired man and Levi was almost intrigued by how the teenager seemed to be moving silently until his hair grazed the back of the wizard's hand.

There was some kind of magical attraction between the wizard and the titan shifter and Levi didn't like it at all. Mostly because it could mean that his goddamn husband would end up controlling the impulsive teen.

"Like you," the lance corporal repeated in a cold voice.

The wizard nodded and he glanced at the sleeping teen before he sighed heavily.

"I don't really know how but it seems like he has some kind of magical core and that mine is calling his. He has probably be feeling this attraction and couldn't get over it."

"So he can get over it?" Levi raised a brow and waited for his "husband"'s answer.

"Yes," the man nodded and his eyes slightly darkened. "It is however the first time that I've seen someone react so badly to my magic. He will need to take some distance and slowly get accustomed to my magic..."

"I see," the soldier whispered as he added another piece to the Potter puzzle.

Seems like magic wasn't as evident as it seemed. And that titan shifting was tied to magic, like Erwin had supposed once he had learned that magic actually existed.

[...]

"How did you met?" Connie Springer asked with eyes sparkling in curiosity.

Sasha Blouse nodded with excitation and the rest of the teenagers followed. Levi had left early in the morning to go buy a new bucket (because it was a vital commodity) and had taken Eren with him (and thus following Harry's advice). But not without ordering his squad to watch over his spouse (Harry had scowled at him at those words. Or rather had tried as he had a black eye and a split lip).

And so, there they were. They had all introduced themselves and Harry already liked them. It was like being surrounding with puppies. Or children.

But puppies were cuter.

And Connie looked like an excited puppy in every aspect.

"Well," Harry smirked and sat on the only chair left while the teenagers sat on the ground. He glanced at Jean and noticed that the boy was trying to approach Mikasa, without success as the girl wasn't paying him attention, still too worried about Eren's health.

Yep, a bunch of children.

"Once upon a time," the wizard began and Sasha squealed in happiness.

"A story!" she said while bouncing happily. "If you're telling us a story, then we need biscuits! And bread! And…"

"Potatoes?" Mikasa proposed with a hidden smirk while Historia giggled discreetly.

Sasha pouted and glared at the dark-haired girl. "That joke is getting old, please stop using it," she pleaded.

"As I was saying," Harry sighed because he felt that telling his story was going to be very tedious. "Once upon a time, there was a magician."

"So you're a magician?" Armin inquired with a slight frown. "What can you do?"

"Aah? He's just a faker," Jean shrugged. "What he can do doesn't matter, Armin."

"But did you see what he did yesterday?" the blonde asked the other teenager while his blue eyes sparkled in thought. "He propelled lance corporal Levi without even touching him!"

"W-well… That must mean that he… uh..." Jean fumbled over his words and glanced briefly at Harry.

The wizard's smirk widened and he cocked his head. "Yes?"

Jean shook his head and Harry continued with his story. However, he noticed that Historia, the short blonde girl, was keeping track of every of his moves and he tensed slightly.

"As I was saying, there was a magician," he finally added. "A pretty good magician if I can say so. And one day, as he was innocently walking in a street, a flea stalked him."

"How can a flea stalk a human?" Connie asked with a confused expression.

"Well, it was a very stupid flea so it didn't know that he wasn't supposed to," Harry patiently explained. "And so, the flea followed that magnificent magician until the poor man had enough of his stalker. Therefore, he began to attack the flea."

"Are you implying that you attacked lance corporal Levi because he was tailing you?" Jean resumed with widened eyes. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!" Harry protested. "And we're talking about the magician, not me! Even if he's awesome. So, maybe did the magician not have clothes on his back. But that was the fault of one of the magician's friend and he was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Do you know how difficult it can be when a flea is stalking you?"

"Poor magician," Sasha sniffed as she stuffed more bread in her mouth. "He was totally innocent!"

"Right?" Harry smiled brightly and nodded with excitation. "It's good that you understand! Where was I… So the magician attacked the flea. And, maybe because he was a little pissed by his lack of clothes, he destroyed one or two houses. Again, not his fault. They were not very tough."

"You destroyed two houses?" Armin almost choked on his spit. "What did you do to be followed by lance corporal Levi? Did you kill someone?!"

"No!" Harry almost retorted with a hurt face. "I didn't kill someone! At least, not in this country…"

"And what happened?" Connie asked. It seemed that the boy was really into the story.

"What do you think? I rescued the flea, of course!" Harry smirked.

"So you're the magician," Mikasa noted duly.

"Yes! No! Whatever," the wizard huffed. "Can I please continue with the story?"

"By all means," the dark-haired girl calmly said.

"So the magician rescued the flea," Harry sighed in aggravation when Connie piped that he was the magician. "Yes, I rescued the flea, happy?" The boy nodded swiftly and the wizard sighed again. They were going to kill him before the flea even succeeded in it… "But while I tended to his injuries, some thugs appeared and the magician, AKA me," he glared at Connie and Sasha who were about to correct him, "kicked their asses. Then, the flea woke up and noticed that I had saved his life."

"But you were the one who tried to kill him," Armin noted.

"Can you forget about that?" Harry almost cried in despair. He never knew that telling a story to teenagers was so difficult. Merlin, he hadn't been so annoying when he was their age!

It was true. He had been worse.

"And he tried to rape me," he added while the teenagers gaped in pure shock. "Then, when I resisted, he took me to his leader's room and proposed to me. I accepted because I hadn't another choice and there, the end."

"Lance corporal Levi tried to rape you?" Jean exclaimed with pure disbelief painted on his face. "That sounds so wrong!"

"Well, he did try to sheathe his sword in me," Harry retorted with a shrug.

Armin thanked God that Eren wasn't there. The poor boy would have fainted if he had heard that.

"How it is?" Sasha suddenly asked as she wiped the bread crumbs from her mouth.

"What?" Harry arched his eyebrows and gulped when he noticed the slight blush on the brown-haired girl and the dreamy stare.

Merlin, he knew that stare. Hell, he had nightmares about it.

"His sword. How is it? We heard you screaming last night," Historia shyly added with a bright blush on her delicate features.

That's it. Harry would never trust those delicate creatures.

Fangirls. There were fangirls everywhere.

"You didn't hear screams last night and I didn't hear your questions right now," Harry winced when he remembered last night. That damn flea had almost castrated him with his knee.

"He must have a big one, then," Connie commented with knowing smile.

Harry fought his urge to face palm and wondered if his luck could be worse.

"A big what, Connie?" a calm voice asked the young Springer and the latter shrugged.

"You know, a big cock! But it must be pretty ridicule, right, Harry? Having a lover with a body so small and a dong so big, doesn't it make you laugh sometimes?"

The door creaked and the rest of the teenagers gasped when they noticed their lance corporal right next to an unconscious Eren Jaeger.

Yes, Harry's luck could be worse.

He face palmed.

[...]

"It's the last time that I babysit the children without you," he hissed while Levi smirked.

"Then you shouldn't have asked for it," the latter retorted matter-of-factly.

Harry's eyes narrowed and he glared at the flea.

"Keep acting like this and I'll run away to marry Erwin!"

[...]

The man twirled his cane in his hand and grinned in glee while his driver forced the carriage to go faster. They were travelling in some remote forest, following the trail that one of their spies in the Military had given him. It seemed that his future guest was quite shy and was hiding in a cottage.

That wouldn't do. At all.

After all, he had already found all the needed utensils and was actually quite fidgety to just use them.

"No, no, bad boy," he singsonged to himself. "You have to present them to their master~"

He used the tip of his rod to hit the ceiling of the carriage and the driver stopped the vehicle before he opened the door. The man grinned at the driver and cocked his head, his dark eyes glistening with mirth and mad happiness.

"Tell Radko that he should move back home, darling," he announced while he opened his arms as if he wanted to embrace the driver.

The latter nodded silently and went back to drive the carriage. The man giggled and a sudden thought traversed his mind.
He still needed to tell the king that he wasn't needed anymore.

But that could wait. Or could it really?

His guest was of the utmost importance and should be rewarded by everything. Even the throne.

His giggles immediately stopped and he stood up on the rocking carriage before he simply opened its door and jumped out. The driver merely stopped the carriage and forced the horses to walk back to the man. The latter was munching on his lips, his eyebrows furrowed as he muttered to himself.

"We can't let this matter aside," he announced with a decided nod. "Yun, let's go! We need to kill a princess."

The driver merely opened the carriage door for the man and nodded in a silent approval.

And here is chapter four. I changed quite a lot of things, don't you think? By the way, Eren will have a bigger role in this story.

Next chapter preview : Yes, I'm indeed a wizard. Watch me make your clothes disappear!

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