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red button up silk shirt that had a black raven stitched on the breast. He grabbed his red fedora and pulled it on before glancing at Xi-Wong.
He dug through his dresser a moment and came up with a pair of dark green shades that matched a couple strands of his hair.
"Here, this will hide your eyes. They may make people uneasy and I don't want you attacked."
Xi-Wong examined them a moment then slid them on awkwardly. Harry smiled.
"Oh, and here, change into this."
He spelled a plain purple shirt and some loose pants to fit the man. The demon changed without prodding and Harry folded his clothes, setting them in one of his extra bags and hanging said bag to him telling him to keep it.
Then Harry grabbed the rucksack and tent he still had from his trip to Egypt and strapped them on his back.
"That's everything. Before we head to the World Cup we'll head to the muggle mall nearby. We can get you some clothes."
He led the demon downstairs where Dante was practically bouncing up and down while waiting. When he saw Harry he launched himself at him.
"Harry! I made you a present."
Harry found a small rectangular box shoved in his hand before he could even open his mouth.
He examined it a moment.
"Um, thank you?"
"Open it." Dante whined.
Harry gently opened the box and found a pair of small oval/rectangular glasses sitting in the box. The silver frames were dainty with small engravings along the side with pictures of small lilies and runes.
"I visited the muggle eye place and got the lenses with your prescription. Harold helped me make the frames." Dante grinned excitedly. "And then I tinkered with them."
Harry warily pulled his own glasses off and put Dante's on. He looked through them and found nothing different. Dante grinned and pulled a book from his robes, shoving it in Harry's hands. Harry looked at him confused before looking down at the book. He flipped a few pages but it was just a story.
"What am I looking at?" He asked.
"Take the glasses off."
Harry took them off. Looking down at the book all he saw was weird lines. He frowned and flipped through the book. It was illegible now, written in another language. He put the glasses back on and started to comprehend what Dante had done. He blinked in amazement.
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.
"Percy." Harry greeted cordially.
"Lord Potter-Black." Percy said politely.
"Ah. Noticed my rings." Harry sighed. "You may call me Harry, Percy."
"Thank you." Percy said simply.
The next and final group to enter the top box was the Malfoy Family. Greetings followed down the line which Harry was at the end of. When the blonde family passed by him Lucius paused.
"Lord Potter-Black." He greeted with a smirk.
Harry shot a frown at his mocking tone but stood.
"Lord Malfoy."
They clasped hands and Harry noticed the man's hands linger.
"Lord Potter-Black." Draco said through clenched teeth obviously using all his pureblood training not scowl.
"Heir Malfoy." Harry greeted easily but did not shake his hand.
Narcissa curtseyed slightly and politely.
"Lord Potter Black."
"Lady Malfoy." He murmured, kissing her hand delicately.
She swept off to her seat as soon as she could, Draco followed. The fates must have been messing with him when they sat Lucius in the seat to his right. The blonde gave him a slight smirk that could be taken as polite if Harry hadn't seen the taunting in his eyes. Then the lights above them dimmed and the announcer stepped up to start the world cup. Harry relaxed into his seat to enjoy.
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