I do not own either series, just doing this for fun.

Harry Potter looked at his friends one last time, all four of them were in agreement, they were all tired. Harry was tired of being the Boy-who-lived, Ron was tired of everyone saying he was only friends with Harry his fame. Hermione was tired of people saying there was no way she was as smart as she was because she was muggle born and that she too was friends with Harry for the fame and finally there was Draco who had joined them after switching to the light. He was tired of being persecuted because he was a Deatheater's son, people said he should be thrown in Azkaban or Kissed despite him not even committing any crimes. They were all just tired. Draco and Hermione had found them a way out, an ancient spell and potion combo that was used by lovers who couldn't be together. They weren't sure if it worked but it was worth a shot, either way they would be free.

"The four looked at each other having just cast the spell, each holding a goblet.

"Well...I guess...here's to our next life," said Ron holding his up to toast.

Draco chuckled, lifting his "I'll drink to that."

"Here, here!" agreed Harry raising his.

"Oh you boys," said Hermione raising her's none the less, "May we find each other again."

They all drank, their souls leaving their bodies and going to another world. Harry found a unborn child who was going to be still born due to strangulation by their umbilical cord. Luckily he still had his magic and was able to fix the body before going into it. He could sense Ron and Draco near him as entered the body but where was Hermione? He was sure she'd show up.

Yuri Shibuya smiled as he watched his husband train his men. At age 21, despite looking younger due to his magic, he had become a pretty good ruler. He lived in this world most of the time so there was a lot less paperwork now that he was here more so he was able to do things like watch his beautiful husband train. He realized he had been kind of childish when he kept freaking out about the engagement but then again he technically had been a child at the time. Speaking of children his mind wandered to his daughter Greta. She had recently turned 16 and was now queen of Svelera, trying to make it prosperous again with help from her father of course. While he was very proud he missed having her around, it was nice being a father. He wondered if he could talk Wolfram into adopting a baby or something...

The double black was pulled out of his musings by a sudden cry of pain from Wolfram who was now on his knees holding his stomach.

"Wolfram!" he cried running over and helping the blonde stand.

"I thought...I had pulled a muscle but now I'm not so sure...Shinou it hurts!" the blonde cried barely able to stand on his own.

Harry was scared, his way out was blocked by the placenta! He was trapped! (An: This actually happened to a pregnant classmate of mine back in high school, don't worry her baby was born safely) He could hear people running around outside then saw light starting to shine through, his new mother was being cut open so he could be born. He did feel bad about causing such pain and hoped said mother was knocked out. He felt himself lifted out of his temporary home and coughed as his back was patted getting rid of any fluids. He started to cry, he was cold and confused.

"Clean up the infant and make sure he's healthy, I'll patch up Lord Wolfram," said a woman's voice making Harry glad for the translation spell Hermione had suggested they add just in case.

He was washed, put into a cloth diaper, dressed and bundled up before being laid in a crib.

"Your family is going to love you little one," said another female voice, he was guessing she was a kind of nurse but he wondered who this Lord Wolfram was, was he his new father? If so why did he need medical treatment? His mother was the one who was just gutted like a fish. Harry felt himself dozing off...part of being a baby he guessed, they did sleep a lot. When he woke up he was being held and cooed over.

I can't believe Wolfram had no idea he was pregnant," said the person holding him, a teen with black hair and eyes, "Oh someone's awake, hi baby, I'm your daddy."

'What the bloody hell?' thought Harry, 'This is my father? And my mother's male?!'

He wiggled trying to get comfy, this guy clearly had little experience with newborns.

"You're holding him all wrong your hig-I mean Yuri," said another man, this one clearly older with brown eyes and hair taking Harry and holding him in a much more comfortable position.

'Well at least I'm not the only one who's going to have to adjust to the idea of a male mum,' he though clearly sensing Ron inside the other male, 'And was he about to call my new dad, "Your highness"?'

Yuri chuckled, "Still getting used to calling by name even though I'm your godson and brother-in-law, Conrad?"

'Huh?'

He watched his new uncle sigh and rub his forehead with one hand before being taken by another man this one with long dark grey hair and blue eyes. He looked scary but his eyes held a certain kindness.

"You should be more careful Conrart, Wolfram would never forgive you if something happened to our nephew."

Harry was getting more confused by the minute, how many uncles did he have? And how was this guy related to him, he didn't look like his father or the one who had been holding him.

"Sorry, Gwendal...I'm just dizzy..." Conrart or Conrad, Harry wasn't sure, said sitting down.

"You should have Geslia look at you if it persists," Gwendal said handing Harry back to Yuri as a green haired woman came out.

She smiled, "Lord Wolfram is awake but he's little out of due to the pain medications we had to give him so maybe not hand him the little prince just yet."

Yuri nodded walking in with Harry in his arms, in a bed lay a man with blonde hair and green who didn't look much older then Yuri, were his parents both teenagers?

"Hi Yuri!" the blonde said waving, clearly not in any pain, "I feel really good!"

"Hi Wolfram, you need to keep your voice down or you might upset the baby."

"Baby? What baby?"

"The one I'm holding, dear."

"Why are you holding a baby, Yuri?"

"He's our son, Wolfram, you were pregnant and had no one knew. Apparently he couldn't get out either. He's going to need a name but that can wait until you're more...yourself," Yuri said sitting on the bed letting the blonde see the baby.

Harry started to fuss, he was getting hungry, he heard his father yelp when he was snatched by his mother, who managed to hold him while opening the formal shirt he had on and place the baby by his nipple. Harry's reflexes had him turn his head and latch onto said nipple though he was surprised when he got a mouthful of milk. It was sweet and warm.

Both Yuri and Geslia hovered as Wolfram nursed, ready to save the baby if Wolfram did something crazy but he didn't. The blonde yawned after the baby finish, Geslia taking him and showing Yuri how to burp him before settling Wolfram back down to sleep.

"You...name him...Yuri..." was the last thing the new mother said before falling asleep again.

Yuri looked at Harry who was starting to nod off again, "Well since I can name you I'll give you a Japanese name...From now on your name is Natsu Shibyua since you were born in summer. I guess we could have named you after me since you were born in July too but that would be confusing."

The double black chuckled rocking him to sleep, laying him in the bassinet. As Harry/Natsu drifted off he smiled as his head was kissed.

"Sweet dreams, you two."

TBC