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Lucius's lips twitched at the description but he nodded all the same. And then he was through the trees and meeting a relieved Narcissa and Draco. Harry watched as they vanished with a crack.
The demon woman he had summoned appeared with nary a sound not even a second later.
"All the men are dealt with." She said in a soft voice. "They have been restrained and left for your people to retrieve."
"Thank you." Harry said, still in Grim form.
He lips twitched into a smirk.
"It was fun, call me again should you need any assistance in battle."
Then she grabbed his left paw and nicked it with her finger. He felt the familiar spark of magic and then she vanished with a puff of smoke. Harry knew when he changed back to human he would have another tattooed band on his left wrists.
He breathed out in a rush and looked to the sky. He'd have to go find the others before they started to worry
"You?" the man asked curiously.
Harry gave a shrug and kept his eyes on the man.
"Are you…" The man cut off, pausing.
He tilted his head again.
"Are you a demon summoner?"
Harry raised his brow, not showing his surprise at the man's observation .
"Yes."
"Ah." He said like that answered everything.
For a long moment there was silence. The man looked at him, his head still tilted to the side in a curious, innocent look.
"I am a demon." He finally answered.
Harry immediately felt for the link. There. Yes, the man was a demon. The link tying him to this realm was loose meaning that his summoner had either tied it and left him or his summoner had died leaving him still tied to the realm.
"How long have you been in this realm?" Harry asked.
"In human years? I think fifty." He responded softly.
"You have the power to return to your realm." Harry said. "All Demon Creatures do, why have you not?"
"I was banished from my clan when my brother became alpha." He said. "Then I was summoned. When my late mistress released me I felt no need to return because there was nothing waiting for me." He answered honestly.
"What type of demon are you?" Harry asked, relaxing slightly.
"I do not know." He shrugged. "I can not remember what I was classified as. I am from the Xico clan though. We are a warrior clan. We fight and protect. We are strongest when summoned to this realm and tied to a master. We gain strength from them."
"Like a body guard."
He just tilted his head at the unfamiliar word.
"You protect people in exchange for their strength." Harry said.
"Yes." The man nodded. "Do you wish me to be your…bodyguard?"
Harry looked at the demon for a long silent moment. Harry could hear the honesty in the man's voice. He could also hear the loneliness.
"I would like that." Harry smiled.
He reached out with his magic and grabbed the loose link tied to the demon. He filled it with his magic and snapped it into place giving himself control. For a moment eh felt his magic flow through the bound. The demon made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a purr. They he turned back to the trees and picked up a tall spear. It was sharp, mounted on the end of a long staff with feathers around the edge of the blade part. Harry realized the demon had set it down before greeting him to appear less threatening.
Then the demon sunk to his knee and bowed his head, staff set parallel to him on the ground.
"Greetings Master, my given name is Xi-Wong but you may call me what ever you desire."
Harry was silent for a moment.
"Thank you Xi-Wong. My name is Harry."
The man stood and Harry examined him another long moment. Then he nodded.
"Please tell me more about this flower."
"Of course Master."
"It's Harry."
"Of course Master."
Harry sighed.
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"Lord Black!" Switchblade called with relief, a snarl on his face despite his tone. "We were very worried!"
He hurried over and checked over every bare inch of him. Harry just rolled his eyes and held on carefully to the small glass box in his hand. Inside the glass box was a small red flower he'd been examining earlier. Switchblade just about decapitated Xi-Wong as the demon stepped from the trees.
"Switchblade!" Harry called to stop the goblin. "This is Xi-Wong. He's a demon I summoned."
Xi-Wong raised a brow but did not correct him as the goblin eyed him warily and tense. Finally he grunted and relaxed, waving them to follow him inside. Harry walked into Elewa's living room to find the man nervously sitting on a couch, the other guard goblin across from him eyes focused on him and spear ready. The man's face lit with relief as he spotted Harry.
"Harry!"
Harry grinned at Ron and hugged him back as the boy clamped him in a hug.
"Harry's here?" Came a familiar voice.
Hermione flew from the tent and squealed launching herself at the two boys. They all went down in a heap, laughing.
"Harrykins is here?"
The two twins quickly joined them in the dog pile while Arthur watched smiling but bemused and Percy sniffed. Ginny stood beside them smiling slightly. When they stood Harry smiled at all his friends.
"How lucky can you get?" Ron asked with a grin, "Camping right next to us?"
Harry laughed and clapped him on the back.
"I thought you couldn't come Harry." Arthur frowned. "Dumbledore said you couldn't."
"Last minute change of plans." He said smoothly. "And I ended up with my own tickets, but thanks for inviting me."
Arthur relaxed and smiled.
"And who are your friends Harrykins?" George and Fred asked together.
Valentine mouthed the nickname back at him and Harry shot him a frown.
"This is my cousin Dudley." Harry said easily pointing to Dudley who waved shyly.
The twins frowned and Harry sent them a stern expression and they held their hands up in surrender.
"And this is Valentine and Harold. They're both friends of the family sent to watch over us while we're here."
The two gave short nods of their heads and shook Arthur's hand.
"And this is Xi-Wong, a neighbour." Harry smiled. "He decided to camp with us instead of alone."
Xi-Wong gave a curt bow of his head.
"Ah, well, I'm going to keep trying to get my fire going." Arthur said jovially.
Harry waved to Dudley and handed him one of the bags from shopping. Dudley looked at it confused.
"It has hotdogs, marshmallows, and some smokies in it with all the buns and condiments." Harry grinned at the boy. "You can share with the Weasely family. Arthur will love it. Put the extras in the icebox."
Dudley nodded quickly and hurried over. Harry got dragged back to the Weasely side of the camp where Fred and George started in on some story, Ron eagerly helped Dudley with the food, and Hermione helped Arthur with the fire. Valentine dragged a chair over and watched the chaos with a smile and Harold disappeared back in their tents. Xi-Wong sat silently next to Valentine and the red head soon drew him into a soft spoken conversation.
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Harry looked at himself in the mirror and sighed before flattening his robes one last time. They were a beautiful mixture of dark forest green, dark wood brown, and black. They accented his slender figure and almost made him seem taller. His hair was pulled back in the customary braid and his ears held the small rubies. He made sure his wand was tucked away safely and his glasses were straight before finally stepping out of the tent.
Valentine was dressed in some robes a few shades lighter then his rust colored hair while Harold was wearing his suit and top hat from the eighteenth century. Dudley was dressed in some blue robes and looked slightly uncomfortable. Xi-Wong was dressed in plain black pants and a white button up shirt, his hair in the same ponytail and his shades still on.
"The Weasely family said they would meet us later." Harold said adjusting his hat.
"Let's set off then." Harry smiled, leading the way towards the stadium.
It only took them twenty minutes to get to the stadium. They only stopped to buy a few things from the vendors, mostly for Dudley who was fascinated. It took another ten minutes to make their way to the top box which was mostly empty except a nervous house elf sitting next to a seat that had a strong magical signature. Harry eyed the seat before taking a seat in the labelled seats. Xi-Wong stood behind him silently, not having or wanting a seat. It wasn't long before the minister bumbled in. He launched into a speech with the man following behind him, not even noticing Harry's group. Harry noted the man he was talking to looked important. The few people that followed behind them also looked to be varying degrees of importance.
When the minister did see them he frowned, first seeing Valentine who was lazily lounging on his seat. But then the man caught sight of Harry, or more importantly Harry's scar. Harry doubted the man would have recognized him if not for the scar. Harry had changed enough over the summer he doubted very many people would recognize him.
"Harry, my dear boy!" Fudge bumbled with a large smile.
"Good Evening Minister Fudge." Harry said. "And I would prefer it if you used my title."
Fudge's eyes fell to his ring finger and caught sight of the rings. He stared for a long moment then awkwardly coughed.
"Of course Lord Potter-Black. Would you do me the pleasure of introducing your friends?"
"This is Valentine Cross, a family Friend." Harry said courtesy. "Harold Van Den a close friend and tutor. Xi-Wong my guard. And last but not least my blood relative Dudley Dursely."
Fudge gave hurried greetings.
"And who is your friend minister?" Harry asked.
"Ah, this is the Bulgarian Minster. I've been showing him around but he can't understand a lick of English." Fudge bustled, dismissing the man.
Harry caught a spark in the man's eye.
"Hello Minister." Harry said fluently in Bulgarian.
The man's smile widened.
"Lord Potter-Black. We have heard of your power even in Bulgaria. Surviving a known death curse as a child is news that spreads."
"I must give much of that … praise to my mother." Harry said softly. "As she was the one to sacrifice herself for me."
"Ah." The minister said, "But you are powerful in your own right. A Necromancer that is strong in the Demon Arts and a magically and politically powerful person."
Harry bowed his head in acceptance, completely unsure of how he knew he was a necromancer, and the man turned to Fudge as he tried to take control of the conversation once again.
"I didn't know you knew Bulgarian Lord Potter-Black."
"I understand many languages." Harry said with a faint smirk.
Any further words were interrupted as the Weasely family piled in. Somehow the ticket seating was oddly done and Harry ended up with Percy Weasely on his left with an empty seat on his right.
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