When he had regressed himself to just under eleven Harry had never expected to end up where he was now. James Black had gone back to school in the Muggle world and pretended to be a normal little boy. When he needed parents, he had hired some from a very discrete agency who didn't ask questions, but by the time he had hit fourteen that had been moot and he pretended to be an emancipated minor.

He had been twenty two in the body of a twelve year old when he had discovered ice skating. It was as close to flying as he had been able to get without pulling out his broom. Being hidden he had to be very careful about his interactions with the Wizarding world and so flying with anyone else was out.

With makeup to hide his scar, contact lenses instead of glasses and a cut and dye job on his hair to change it completely, he had entered his first competition at the physical age of thirteen. He had never looked back. Now, in the body of a twenty-year-old and with the mind of a twenty-nine-year old, he was actually at the Olympics. It was amazing and the only danger to his person was that which he and all the other skaters risked when they tried to pull off a quad jump.

He did have a quad in his arsenal, but he wasn't about to use it in competition unless he wanted a fifty-fifty chance of ending on his arse. This time he wasn't a medal contender, but he was doing well, and he was enjoying life to the full. Being rampantly bi-sexual was one of the things he was really having fun with.

Reliving his teenage years with a much more mature mind had been an eye-opening experience and he might have, possibly, started having sex at what looked like a rather young age. At fourteen on the outside, with his hormones going mental and an adult mind to help along his fantasies, he had leapt into sex with both feet. She had been seventeen and thought he was cute and almost sixteen, and had been very happy to pop his cherry for the second time, as it were. Then at fifteen he had discovered boys and he had realised he had discovered his second favourite thing next to skating.

He hadn't really believed it when his teammates who had been to the Olympics before had told him that getting laid in the Olympic village was about as easy as ordering lunch. Harry hadn't actually slept with anyone yet because he wanted his mind firmly on the competition, but he had been propositioned several times and he had every intention of taking someone up on an offer the moment his discipline was over. For now, all he wanted to do was get in some practice and make sure that when he stepped onto the ice, he didn't make a complete idiot of himself.

The first thing he had to do was find his way to the right rink. He was all turned around and had no idea where he was supposed to be. He had a map in his hand, his bag over his shoulder and he had about five minutes to find the right place before his coach would start yelling at him. He really didn't want that on his first day on the ice in Vancouver. The problem was, he was so intent on the map that he wasn't really looking where he was going and walked slap bang into someone.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry," he said instantly, reaching out to grab the person he had almost knocked flying to steady them.

He still had Seeker reflexes and he was quick enough to not only stop the person falling, but the catch the sunglasses he had managed to dislodge off the person's face. It was only as he handed them back and finally actually looked at the man, he had accidentally assaulted that his mouth went dry and his thoughts came to a grinding halt.

Looking back at him was Johnny Weir.

Normally Harry didn't do star struck; he had spent so long as a child with people fawning over him that he refused to do it to others, but Johnny Weir was the exception to the rule. Johnny Weir was possibly the exception to every rule. Harry admired many skaters, but Johnny was his idol. The man strove for individuality and had a grace on the ice that Harry only dreamed of having.

"Sorry," he all but squeaked a second time and handed Johnny back his glasses.

"You said that already," Johnny said, smirking just a little and Harry was sure the other skater could see straight through him, "and no harm done. Nothing broken I don't think."

Then Johnny did an overdramatic check of himself as if to make sure and finally Harry stopped being terrified and couldn't help smiling.

He had never met any of the big skaters from outside Europe before, since the Olympics was only his second big international competition, and he had no idea what to expect. Two years ago, he had found himself a new coach and his skating had gone from 'don't give up you day job' to 'might actually have a chance' and he had kind of come from nowhere. If he knew anything it was that the press lied and so he had no idea which reputations were deserved, and which weren't. He was just rearranging the ideas in his head about Johnny when his watch beeped.

"Oh shit," he said, looking at it; his coach was going to kill him.

"I know that look," Johnny said and rather surprised him, "you're about to be late and you're lost."

"That obvious?" Harry asked, feeling just a little helpless.

Johnny smiled at him.

"This place is a nightmare," Johnny replied in a very friendly tone, "where are you supposed to be."

Harry showed his companion on the map in his hand.

"You've gone right past it," was the instant conclusion. "Come on, I'll show you where it is, can't have the cute half of the English men's team going missing on his first day."

When Johnny slipped an arm through his and began to drag him in the right direction, Harry just went because he was honestly stunned. Not only was Johnny Weir helping him, but the man knew who he was. In fact, he was so stunned that he made it through Johnny depositing him with his coach, deciding to call him Jimmy and inviting him to meet up later without noticing something that was very obvious when they did finally bump into each other again the following evening.

"Jimmy," he stopped when he heard his name being called and turned to find Johnny waving at him, "come and meet Tanith."

Since he had just come down after freshening up from his afternoon practice and was looking for something to do, Harry was more than happy to oblige. He smiled back at the other skater and walked across the room, accepting the double air kiss from Johnny as if he was continental rather than from uptight Britain. It was then that he noticed the collar around Johnny's neck; it was about half a centimetre wide, made of gold and silver and was really hard to look at. It didn't take a genius to realise there was a disillusionment charm on it, a very, very strong one. Harry looked away before he became cross-eyed trying to see what it was.

"Jimmy, Tanith, Tanith, Jimmy," Johnny introduced and Harry reached over to shake hands.

"James," he said sending a sidelong glance at Johnny, who just grinned back; he had no doubt Johnny would still continue to refer to him as Jimmy.

"Nice to meet you, James," Tanith said and smiled at him; "I do hope you haven't been letting Johnny bully you."

Johnny put his hand over his heart in mock shock and made Harry laugh.

"He saved me from the wrath of my coach," Harry replied with a grin, "I owe him my soul."

That made Tanith laugh, and Johnny gave him a very interesting look; clearly they all knew about the wrath of coaches.

"Ooh," Johnny said and wiggled his eyebrows, "I might have to collect on that."

"Not until after the competition," Harry replied instantly and waggled his eyebrows back.

That made Tanith all but fall off her stall laughing.

"Your shy little Englishman isn't so shy," she said, still giggling.

"You have shattered all my illusions," Johnny wailed with true dramatic timing, "and I was thinking more of a slave to do all the fetching and carrying; with those lovely green eyes you'd go beautifully with my living room."

Harry couldn't help himself, he laughed again; he had never met anyone quite like Johnny.

"I'm not wearing an apron," he said and sat down on the nearest available stool.

He was absolutely sure they were flirting, but what he couldn't work out was whether it was serious flirting or just a game to fill in time. It was going to take a while to figure out. What he really wanted to do was make friends; he had so few and Johnny had gone from idol to really nice guy he would like to be friends with in his head. Of course, the flirting was fun too, especially when, after a while chatting and just getting to know both Johnny and Tanith, he started to flirt with Tanith as well. Johnny turned it up a notch after that and Harry decided that maybe it was serious flirting, but of course they had the competition to worry about first.

For the next two days he threw himself into training and ignored everything else; he was, after all, a serious athlete. He was going to be ready for his event and he focused on it completely just like all the other competitors. It was only when he dragged himself back towards his room after trying to make sure his triple-triple would actually come off on the big day that he met Johnny again.

The first thing he noticed was that Johnny was looking very pale and although his friend smiled, there was something not quite right.

"You okay?" he asked without even bothering with a hello.

If Johnny was ill it could spell disaster for his Olympic bid.

Harry wouldn't wish that on any of his opponents and especially not a friend.

"Of course," Johnny said, giving him a bright smile and seeming to light up, "why would you think not?"

There was something almost shiny about Johnny's eyes and Harry felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. For the first time in a long time he almost reached for his wand that was strapped to the inside of his wrist. It was an instinct he had almost forgotten. Then Johnny's smile faded for a moment and the other man looked almost grey; Harry reached out without thinking about it and placed his hand under Johnny's arm. He could almost see the choker like band around Johnny's throat then and he thought he knew what it might be.

"Let's get you where you were going," he said quietly, "and then you can tell me what that necklace is all about."