Homeless Harry (Harry Potter / BTS fanfic)

A Year Later...

One year later and Harry was happier than he had ever been. Jin was working an official paper round, and Yoongi and Harry were set to start in a few weeks. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung went to bed full and warm, and Namjoon and Yoongi had found a simultaneous love for producing music. Each Korean was talented, either in singing or rapping, and wanted to make a career out of it when they were older. To get a decent base, until they started working Namjoon and Yoongi (and occasionally Hoseok) liked to write songs and produce beats and choreography. Jimin and Taehyung often helped, producing beautiful harmonies with their sweet voices. Jungkook was still too young to actively participate, but the lullabies the trio recorded with Jin's soothing voice sent the 5 year old straight to sleep. All eight of them and Army had grown extremely close...

So when Harry woke up to Army barking and growling he instantly checked on his family.

After seeing they were all awake (Jimin and Taehyung had run into Hobi's room crying and Jin had to grab Jungkook to stop his wails) they all gradually made their way downstairs. There was an ominous shadow in front of their door, and the two seven year olds squeaked, burrowing into Namjoon and Yoongi as they tried to suppress tears of fright. Harry bit his tongue, and took the responsibility of eldest hyung and opened the door.

In front of them was the man he had seen a year earlier, but he wasn't alone. Harry frowned as he saw goddamn Lily, James and Thomas.

"What do you want?!" He barked in a hostile manner. His dongsaengs shivered at his tone, and Jin picked up Jungkook. "Come on guys, let's go to the play room," he murmured, leading the boys away and leaving Harry with the wizards.

Thomas stared. "What language was that?"

"Korean," Harry snarled aggressively, "They escaped a black market slave trade and got lost in England. We lived together on the street for a while before I converted this place using my own magic. Now WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

Thomas smirked, and puffed his chest up. "As the Boy Who Lived, I order you to return home and prepare for your first year at Hogwarts. This is an order."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "You heard the boy. It is non-negotiable I'm afraid. He has the authority."

Harry just stared, before bursting into peals of laughter. "Come in," he giggled, wiping tears from his eyes, "I want to debunk you in front of my family."

As the wizards entered the living room, they were shocked by the appearance. This was even nicer then where Lily and James lived! Thomas huffed. It should be his!

"Mummy, Daddy," he whined petulantly, "make Harry give this house to me!"

Harry laughed again. "Fuck off Thomas," he said venomously, "I made this fucking house, and you won't even sleep on the goddamn couch. The only reason you're allowed in currently is because I deactivated the wards."

Frowning at the boys language, the adults and boy followed Harry through the house, marvelling at each room subconsciously. Even Dumbledore doubted his abilities to make such a warm place out of an abandoned warehouse. How did the kid do it?

Once they reached the playroom, they were greeted with a loud, "HYUUUNNG!!!"

Harry smiled a genuine smile, "JIMINIEEEEEE!" He swung the boy around, before spinning him so that the seven year olds back was against his front. Jin had Tae in a similar position. "Oh dear," Harry laughed, "Both of you have been caught by tickle monsters! Oh NOOOO!" The two seven year olds squealed with laughter as the eldest duo began to tickle every inch of their bodies, squirming vigorously but not attempting to escape. Once their giggles became more tired, the two stopped, sweeping the tired boys into their arms and planting kisses on their little cheeks. Sleepy giggles erupted from the duo as they were dropped into a pile of pillows, where they instinctively snuggled together. Within the minute they were fast asleep.