Chapter 11
Warning = This chapter is unbeta'ed. All the Spelling mistakes, grammar, punctuation and anything else are purely mine.
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Yuri fidgeted nervously as he stared at Bob's office at downtown Tokyo. He needed to ask Bob a favour and quite frankly, he wasn't sure if Bob will comply.
His mum has confided with him in secret about certain information regarding Conrad's elusive Harry. It seems Harry will start training with Bob like Shori had to go through. And no matter how Yuri pleaded, his mum won't interfere even on their behalf. It was fine if she told them a thing or two, but the rest, they are on their own! So Yuri had to think of a way to get them to meet and talk!
So here he is, standing outside of the office building, wondering if what he is doing is a good thing. Oh, he won't interfere directly between Conrad and Harry. But that doesn't mean he can't nudge them, Conrad especially, to the right direction. Having been ruling a kingdom for a few years, he has pick up a few pointers on how to run things discreetly and underhandedly. By no means, he is a professional but it is enough for him to get his affairs done without prying eyes. A little sneakiness and manipulations might do them good in this case. Or they'll never get anything done!
Yuri bit his bottom lips nervously. He ran his hand through his heir in exasperation. His plans were not his best idea but he can't think of any other way to give Conrad a start. Shori will not like his idea one bit, but he will have to deal with it. Their insanity was on the line and Conrad is fast becoming a zombie. Yuri cannot have his godfather and subordinate distracted so carelessly. Conrad is starting to become less aware of the things around him. So engrossed he is with Harry, Conrad is letting his life slip him by. Dangerous? What a mild understatement. Life threatening for Conrad? Most definitely. Lost touch with reality? Hell yes!
And he refused to let Conrad to continue sulking any longer than necessary.
With that determination in mind, Yuri went in to see Bob.
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Harry sighed heavily. He has been sighing quite a lot lately. It's not like he wanted to feel down and stayed moody. He just couldn't get cheerful long enough without any bad thoughts interrupting him.
"Why do I feel so disheartening?" Harry wondered loudly. He picks up a small stone, and tosses them at the pond. He watches the stone sank underwater.
"What got you feeling blue?" asked Remus chuckling from behind. "Now that the seminar is officially over and we now know how to run a business properly, we can finally start your managing your family business."
Harry inwardly groaned. He still believes that Hermione will benefit better with business studies then he will ever be. He has never been more confused about accounts and financing in his entire life. Lucky for him, Hermione was well adverse on the subject, and Remus was well educated in such matters that it was necessary for him to find jobs in the muggle world. Right now, all Harry wanted to do was not hearing the world Business, Managing and Finance for the rest of the day. Harry glared at Remus. "Do you have to bring that up? Not that I minded managing the family business but just thinking of the path laid out for me is tiresome." Harry pouted.
Remus raised his hand in mock surrender. "Fine! No more talking about that. Which reminds me, Bob wanted me to tell you - you start your tutoring with him the week after next first thing on monday. He wants to see how far you have learnt and give you some practical tips if needed."
Harry sighed, frustrated. Then he turns around to face Remus, "You're not kidding about that are you? He still wanted to tutor me? Seriously? I thought once this course is over, maybe we'll move to a new topic."
"There are always things you can learn from on hand experience. Treat it as if you are doing your practical training before you graduate the academy. To be tutored by a business man like Bob is one opportunity that rarely comes knocking. He can give you pointers where the academic can't. He's a good guy, Cub. It'll benefit us all if we have pointers from the man himself. There's nothing to be scared about."
"Yes, but still…"
"Look at it this way, at least half of your training is nearly completed. All you have to focus on now is your fitness and fighting skills. Bob will make sure you know the extra and necessary rules and tips of business world and politics. With all that completed, you can take whatever the Wizarding World throws at you. Bob is not that bad. He just might be a difficult task master."
"He is not the one I'm worried about." Harry murmured.
Remus eyebrow rose. He stared at Harry in puzzlement before something occurred to him. It doesn't seem likely but there might be a possibility. They all knew Jennifer, and Jennifer knows Conrad Weller who by coincidence, Harry knew him as well. What are the odds that Bob might not know of this Conrad Weller? He sighed. "Whatever your problem is, don't let it hinders you of your appointed task. We can't afford to lose the war we are in the middle of. I know we are pushing it but do you think you can focus when needed? If you keep sulking over him when we are in the middle of a war, you are going to get yourself killed."
"Cool it, Moony. I know that we are cramming everything this summer and we have a lot of catching up to do, but it is definitely not easy with all the teenage problems on top of it. I know you've been in my shoes. So, do you think you can be nice to me while I'm dealing with it?" Harry hissed, his eyes flashes in annoyance.
Remus chuckled. Yes, being a teenager can be quite a handful. He really was not envious of his cub. Just being Harry Potter on top of going through a teenager phrase, Harry really got his loads cut out for him. He raised his hand in mock surrender. "Peace Harry. Don't chew my head off. Look at the bright side. Now, you have a week free to do whatever you want. Apart from your morning exercise and independent study session, you have the rest of the week free to yourself."
Harry tilted his head aside and looked at Remus in suspicion. "You really are not going to throw more stuff for me to study? I really got a free whole week? Are you serious?"
"You need breathing room, cub. And frankly so do we all. So I see no reason why I should not give you time off to have fun from time to time."
"I don't know, Remus. You and Sirius make a big deal about me and my pureblood upbringing after all. This is just seems surreal." said Harry, who is not convinced. Sure, their lessons on ethic and etiquette are over. Usually, something else will come up. He'll just have to wait patiently for the other shoe to drop.
"It is the summer, Harry. What kind of guardian am I if I don't let you have fun? James would murder me ten times over!" Had it not be for their dire situation, James would murder me a hundred times over. I hope Sirius reasoned with him, thought Remus warily.
"Alright. Sure. Thank goodness today is Friday. I still have nine days to prepare myself. Now let's head back. We better tell Hermione the news. She would want to go out after coup up in that hotel suite for so long. Is a miracles she doesn't go crazy yet."
"Hanging around you since first year, I don't think she'll get crazy easily." Remus told him grinning mischievously. Harry raises an eyebrow and pointedly stared at his werewolf companion.
"Hey, watch it old man. I am not the first generation of the marauder here. That's you!"
"Watch yourself, kid. I have years of experience in pranking business compared to you. If you are not careful, you might end up at the receiving end of one of my innocent pranking." Harry snorted hearing the last two words.
"Innocent my ass! Nothing is innocent in your pranks. I would like to initiate a harmless prank war, but I don't think our hotel management would like it if potions splat all over the place. Too bad we can't use jinx or hex yet. That is so not fair." Harry said cheekily while he pretended to be hurt mockingly.
Remus expression mirrored Harry. "Yes. A pity that."
They went back to their hotel laughing all the way.
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Conrad sighed as he put down the orb. Recently, it has become a habit of his to frequently go through the memory. At first, he reasoned that he wanted to help Harry as much as possible, so he analyzes everything in cruciating detail. As time went on, he began to lose focus on everything except staring at memory Harry.
There was no denying it. He misses Harry. By a lot!
And it's driving him absolutely crazy.
Conrad lay back and stared at the ceiling. Once or twice, he had been replaying the dream he had of meeting Harry's dead loves ones and although he couldn't quite grasp the conversation, he was sure there was something he missed. But whatever it is, it always escaped his grasped.
There was two knocks on the door before the door was opened and Yuri was reveal at the doorway. "You are looking into that again?"
"I can't seem to put it down."
"Does it really irk you that much? You know there is nothing more you can do but wait." Said Yuri as he look at the papers scattered around Conrad and the Orb he has nearby. "I see you have been jolting down details again. It's a good thing you are off the sulking phrase and has started doing your own investigation. I had nearly thought you would never do anything!"
"If it's Wolfram, would you feel like you ought to be doing something?"
"Point taken. But every time you are doing this, you are always getting back into depression and not to mention - desperate. You do know both Gwendal and Wolfram are at their wits end just by looking at you?"
Conrad shifted uneasily. "I'm sorry to be causing everyone the worry…"
"They were planning to confiscate that orb, or the very least hide it from you." Yuri said deadpanned.
Conrad whipped his head so fast that it was a marvel he didn't broke his own neck. "They wouldn't dare!"
Yuri raises his eyebrow as if saying 'This is your brothers we are talking about. Do you really think they wouldn't?' Conrad sighed heavily. "Alright… I admit my obsession with the whole business is unhealthy. But I couldn't help it! I am not use to waiting for a miracle. All my life I have done something productive. Back home, I got something to do to distract me. What is there for me to do here?"
"You can do plenty." Yuri answered him. "And if you are a man of action like you just said, why the hell are you still moping over Harry? We need to wait for him to come to us. In the mean time, why don't you make yourself useful and just do something else? Like keeping yourself distracted with say… preparing security measures for Harry instead of wallowing in this room in self pity? Based on the report I'm seeing, you can turn this knowledge that you have successfully glued to your head, to your advantage. And you already took the first step." Yuri indicates all the paper staggered neatly near Conrad. "If Wolfram has a threat and burden hanging on his shoulders like Harry does, you can bet your fortune that's exactly what I would do."
Conrad stared at Yuri wide eyes with shock. In fact, he was totally frozen at where he was standing. He has never been chided before like he was just now. He totally didn't expect Yuri to chide him of all people! He expected Gwendal or Wolfram or maybe his mother in her unusual way. But never had he expected it from Yuri. True, Yuri has matured as time goes but never once Yuri has been this sarcastically straight forward.
Conrad froze at his thoughts. Wait… now that he thinks about it, Yuri is not one to be sarcastic. He maybe straight to the point, but he was never sarcastic. Especially with him. That doesn't sound like Yuri at all. It sounds as if…
"Demon King Yuri." said Conrad softly. Yuri smirked and tilted his head to the side. It was then Conrad saw that Yuri's eyes were slanted. Conrad immediately sank to one knee.
"Forgive me, Sire. I wasn't aware that it was you."
"I was planning to remain incognito. But since my ruse is blown, no point hiding is there?" Demon King Yuri said nonchalantly.
Conrad started to feel very anxious. But the Demon King doesn't grant him permission to rise. So he will remain kneeled. With his head bowed, Conrad asked "It's been awhile, My Lord, since you grace us with your presence. May I know the reason of your visit?"
"There wasn't any trouble if that what's you are worry about." said Demon King Yuri with a shrug. He gave Conrad the permission to rise in which Conrad gratefully did. Then his easy demeanour fades away, and the King becomes stern. "However, a subject of mine finds himself better off coup up in the room instead of going off out there and being useful. I am most disappointed in him."
Conrad stiffened. He schooled himself to remain calm but he was getting very nervous. He knew Yuri understand his plight and was sympathetic with his feelings. But the Demon King Yuri on the other hand…
"Come, come, Conrart. No need to be so guarded amongst us family, no?" said Demon King Yuri, smirking as he seated himself on the bed. His hand gently picks up the orb and twirled it leisurely.
Conrad eyed Yuri's movements, warily. What if he suddenly drops the orb and it breaks?
"You are not doing us any favours, you know. You are certainly not helping Harry by preferring seclusion from the world. How are you to get things done when all you like to do is hide in your room and cry? I expected my protectors and advisors to be proactive. What you are currently doing however saddens me," Demon King Yuri put down the ball and starred at Conrad pointedly. Conrad stared at his king warily.
"If you want to help him, do not hesitate. If you hesitate too long, your actions could get him killed."
Conrad was shocked. Him? Hesitating? That may be true, but that was because he doesn't know what to do! Harry is not very forthcoming with him at the moment, and he has no doubt that he was very much Harry's least favourite person. Harry can be very stubborn. He will not forgive him easily. More so since it was he who breaks his promise to a boy he had come to cherish. He will be very lucky if Harry did give him one chance.
Yuri was suddenly standing in front of Conrad, looking at him firmly in the eyes. "Conrart, I shouldn't be saying to you what you should do in this matter. It's really up to you to make the next course of action. I do not know the reasons you are hesitating to help your precious Harry. And quite frankly, I don't give a damn about it. But you will do something about this whole thing, Conrart Weller. I absolutely insist on this. If I ever so much as hear you being pathetic again, I will run Morgif through your miserable hide and end your existence. Am I understood?"
Conrad was solemn as he regards his king. He didn't need to be told twice. It was a high time he does something and he can't very much go against his king. He didn't want to lose his head! "Yes, Sire. Understood!"
Yuri smile sharply. Glad that he had the message across to that stubborn head of his. He hopes after this, his protector slash godfather won't be so pathetic again. Really! It was sickening to watch! "Oh, and one more thing," Yuri went over to Conrad and whispered something to him. Conrad eyes went wide.
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Later that evening, Harry, Hermione and Remus had a wonderful dinner. They ate at a restaurant that has a wonderful view of the city surrounding them. It was a quiet place and the food was delicious. After dinner, Harry had this crazy idea to go karaoke so they proceed to have fun screaming their lungs out. Remus had no idea what karaoke was since the term was not familiar to him. Once Harry explains it to him, he decided he could get by sitting and watching while Harry and Hermione do the singing. His reason was he never sings before so he was not sure he had a good voice. Harry won't have any of it. He forced Remus into singing and the tree of them ending up laughing a lot. It was a fun evening for them all.
Most surprising thing Remus discovered was Harry and Hermione both got talent in singing. They are not as good as the opera singers, but they had a nice singing voice. Harry's voice was slightly above average. Harry can hit most keys but his voice is slightly course. Hermione on the other hand, can sing very well and her voice was great. Put the two in a duet together, they make a complimenting team.
"This is the most fun I have ever had in ages," said Hermione giggling happily. She was in a locked arm with Harry. And after screaming her lungs out, she was totally relaxed. "If this your way of apologizing after leaving me bored the whole day and charmed my books, you're forgiven."
Hermione had been floored and stunned when she discovered one day that all her books was charmed into vanishing and misplacing themselves just by a simple touch. She was thinking on reading some of the NEWTs material that Remus had brought with him when the unthinkable happened. She knew she has been studying none stop lately which left Harry very, very worried for her health. She also knew that it was Harry's doing. It has Harry pranking style in it. But since they weren't supposed to perform magic yet, only Remus was the only other candidate that fits to be Harry's accomplice. If she didn't know both Harry and Remus have her well being and interest on their minds, she could have killed them both!
Harry smile sheepishly and rub the back of his neck. "It was nothing, Mione. I've always wanted to karaoke while I was out at some place. It was my first experience singing at the karaoke launch. The Dursley never let me do anything by myself. It was a nice change."
"This crazy idea got to be from somewhere, cub." said Remus with a tight smile. He still and won't likely ever forget what those despicable people did to Harry. All he needs to do now is be patient. Who knows, maybe justice will be serve to them in the most unusual way. There was no point getting irritated on their leisure night out. "Anyway, I didn't know you could sing? By the sound of it, you've sung before."
Harry blushed crimson. "It was during forth year. Remember when Ron was a complete ass after the champion was chosen, Mione? I was so depressed I was not quite myself this one night. Cedric and Cho found me wondering aimlessly. I dunno how they done it, but they took me into this empty class room and it was Cho who taught me how to sing. I was sceptical at first because I never sing before and I don't know if I can sing or not. Once I get the hang of it, Cho said I had a good voice. The three of us become singing buddies from then on. Cedric was hilarious! He can't sing to save his life. We had a good laugh about it."
"That sounds like fun." Hermione said. "I didn't even know you guys knew each other. I was under the impression that you and Cedric Diggory were nothing more than rivals?"
"Oh we are. But the rivalry goes only as far as the tournament. Apart from that, we are good friends really. Even during the tournament, we can't rival much since we both represent Hogwarts. The only thing left to do is compete between us two on who will be the best." Harry said nostalgically. He remembered briefly of his time with Cedric and their competitiveness that year. It was the truth that they mostly compete on who is the best amongst the Hogwart's representative. Like their Quidditch matches, neither of them like to lose. And they both respect each other for their determination.
"So many things happened that year. I wonder, had Diggory is still alive, would you two be great friends?"
Harry thought a minute at Hermione's question. That was a very good question though. "I won't go so far as great friends. But I would say he and I are an acquaintance."
Later, when they were back at the hotel, Harry stopped Hermione from going to her room.
"Hermione, wait here a minute. I have something to give you," said Harry. He left Hermione and Remus standing by the living room as he went to Remus's room. When he walked back out, he was carrying a huge box.
When Remus saw the box, he said nothing. He looked at Hermione out of the corner of his eyes and saw that Hermione was frowning in confusion. He stared back at Harry and watch as Harry put the box on the table.
"Mione," said Harry standing in front of Hermione. "This is for you. It is a gift from me." Harry starts to open the box. "Consider it as a thank you gift for sticking up with me all these years. I don't know what I'll do without you to knock some sense into me." Harry finishes sheepishly.
"Harry…" whispered Hermione, embarrassed, her eyes never left the box. "You don't have to get my anything… I…"
"I wanted too. Besides, I missed your birthdays for so many years! Christmas presents don't count."
"What is it? An illegal merchandise from Fred and George?" Hermione asked teasingly.
"Why don't you open it and find out," Harry gently prompted while pushing the box slightly towards her.
Hermione peek inside the box and her eyebrow rose. Inside the box have a lot of those soft papers and bubble warps to protect the items inside. Hermione ran through her hand inside the box, her hand grasp something. She pulls it out and saw that it is a rectangular case. Getting more confused, Hermione open the lid to the case.
She took a sharp intake of breath when the content was revealed to her. She stared at the content stunned into silence. There, in front of her, was a violin!
Hermione was speechless. After so long, she never thought she will hold a violin again. She could have kicked herself for not realizing about the case sooner. Even though she hadn't see any type of instruments for so long, she should at least remember what it look like or can determine what it was carrying. There was no mistaking for the size of this case. They may have come in different shapes. But the case was equipped to carry the same thing. It was to carry an instrument. A protective case for violin.
"What do you think, Hermione?" asked Harry effectively breaking Hermione from her trance.
"Harry… what..?" Hermione trailed, lost for words.
"You told us you played before. I was thinking, maybe you will like to start playing again."
"Where on earth you get that ridiculous idea from?"
Harry look at Hermione innocently. Hermione suddenly got the feeling, and her eyes narrowed at both of the men. "You guys set this up, didn't you? The sudden interest in music and the constant listening to background music. You never were that interest before Harry." Hermione finishes accusingly at Harry.
Remus snorted before he turned to Harry. "Told you she will quickly catches on."
Harry smirked at Remus. "I never deny it in the first place, Moony. She is the best student of our year for a reason."
"Guys…," Hermione said irritated. She can feel the ticks hanging on the side of her forehead.
"Mione, I know you still play them. I've seen you mock played. From your posture, you were great."
"Mock playing and actually performing are two different things, Harry. I don't get it. Why are you doing this?"
"Because I don't want you to throw your talent away. I know you, Hermione. You hide all your longing, your passion in books."
"I do not-"
"Yes you do. Don't try to deny it. I've seen that look in your eyes before."
"Oh yeah? When?" Hermione challenged with her hands on her hips.
"Yule Ball. I saw you staring at the performance when you thought I wasn't looking."
Hermione was agitated. She was feeling a little trapped. She didn't like it when people are coercing her to do something. Especially that something involves playing music. It's worst when the request came from Harry. She loves him like he is her own brother, and like a sister, she can't refused him when he was being reasonable. Harry continued.
"I know you can play again, Hermione. All you have to do is gather your Gryffindor courage and pick it up."
"But…"
"Trust me, Mione. Have I ever lied to you?"
Hermione stared at the Violin a good long while. The violin Harry picked for her was very beautiful. It was deep red in colour. It was made out of mahogany wood. Hermione leisurely slide her hand across the wood. She pick up the violin and examine the inside for the label. The violin was quite old. Just by seeing it, Hermione can tell Harry got her a custom made Violin. This might have cost him a fortune! She felt Harry circling her arms around her.
"I'm not asking you to play immediately, Mione. But I am asking you to not throw your talent away. It'll be a waste. I like what I saw when you were playing. I saw a side of you that no one ever seen before. That side of you is very beautiful. Far more beautiful when you stunned me at the Yule Ball. Please, Mione. Don't throw my gift away. At least consider it. I won't mind if this gift of mine is will be a decoration. People will know one day that you used to play a magnificent instrument."
Hermione grins lopsidedly. "As if I could throw this away. I'm not that heartless, Harry. And a violin are not meant for decoration only. That will dishonour their predecessor."
"Yes. But you are still tied to your past. We do not want you to act rashly with it," Remus chipped in. He has been silent while Harry does all the talking.
"Of course I am. This is not something I can forget easily. It cost me my cousin!"
"No. Those thugs cost you your cousin. Playing Violin has nothing to do with it. We are not asking you to play for worldwide performance. We are asking you to at least, play for yourself. Play for leisure. We want you to have another hobby besides reading. We want to give you something you can enjoy while you relaxed your mind from all the knowledge. Something that can help you escapes the insanity in your life so to speak. Not everything is in books Hermione. It's time you find something for yourself."
Hermione hesitated. She wanted to say no and never played again. But both Remus and Harry make a good argument. "I'll think about it. I won't promise anything but at the very least, I can try again."
"That's all we are asking."
"Thank you," said Hermione teary eyed. "It's a wonderful gift," she hugs them both gratefully.
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"How did your plan go?"
Yuri entered his bedroom and saw Wolfram was patiently waiting for him.
"Better than I expected. Conrad received the message loud and clear." Yuri took off his vest and hanged them. He then went to his mirror and carefully pulled out the slanted contact lens he had custom made that was the exact replica of his alter ego's eyes.
"I still can't believe you managed to trick Lord Weller, Wimp. Where did you get that…" Wolfram frowned at the lens. "Get that fake from?"
"Custom made and animated Lens like the ones I have are not that rare here in Japan. In fact, it is very popular amongst the youth. It makes the wearer feels funkier."
"It should be illegal! How can they create something that is an exact replica of the demon's heritage? They are insulting you!"
Yuri sighed. Wolfram worries too much sometimes. He would find faults with everything he sees or didn't understand. Can't he just be grateful at the material things without worrying about it for once?
"They are not insulting anyone, Wolfram. It was just a harmless fun. Nothing dangerous can come from it."
"It could cause chaos in our world."
"Nobody has to know, Wolf. If it will makes you feel better, I can make sure nobody gets the bright idea of creating such contact lens in our world. And besides, it would take hundreds or thousands of years before our own technology can be this advanced. It would be impossible for Contact Lens to be made with our current technology. By then, I doubt any of us will be breathing."
"Not with a person like Annissina," Wolfram grumbled.
"Then we just confiscated and destroy her creation if it comes to it. I know right now, we already have one to help me disguise in the human realm. It is already restricted for the monarchy use only. We will just have to make sure no other inventor had such similar ideas for a very long time."
Wolfram eyebrow rose, and he smirked. "Wimp. Since when you get so manipulative?"
Yuri pretends to be offended by gasping in disbelief. "What? After hanging around you and your brothers, you think I won't pick up a thing or two on subtlety?"
"With you wimp? I don't know… you tend to have the capacity of a little boy."
"Oy! This coming from you, little lord brat? You didn't have anything to say against my reign."
"Your memory must be failing you. I was against you as our king as I recalled. And don't call me that!"
"Does the little Wolfie have a soft spot for the name? Or could it be, only a certain brother that can get away with pet-names?" Yuri teased him cheekily.
"Do you have a death wish?" hissed Wolfram irritated while showing Yuri his knuckle.
"Now, now, Wolfram. Let's not get violent. I would hate to know what happen to you if you accidently murdered the Demon King," Yuri purred lowly. He took a great delight noticing the soft blush gracing Wolfram's cheeks. When he realized what he was doing, Yuri in turn blushed. He quickly averts the attention by going to his bed and lie down, starring at the ceiling. After a few minutes, Yuri felt his bed dipped. Yuri saw that Wolfram seating beside him, looking out the window.
"Do you think, Lord Weller will ever reconcile with this Harry?" Wolfram asked softly. Yuri blinks incredulously at Wolfram. He wondered how to answer his blond fiancé. It was rare for Wolfram to show to someone his vulnerability. Even to him. To see him now in the state, Yuuri can't help but be amazed. "What's this? Are you worried for your little big brother, Wolfram?"
Wolfram face turns beat red and he turned his face away from Yuri and scoffed. "Wimp! Be serious."
Yuri snickered. "Awww… come now, Wolfram. There is nothing wrong if you 'Lay Claim' on your precious Lord Weller after all."
Wolfram face heats up again and he immediately grabbed a pillow and whack Yuri's face with it. "If you ever address Lord Weller as my precious again, I'll burn you so badly with holy fires that not even a dust of you are left behind!" Yuri was laughing while he was dodging Wolfram continuous whacking. Once they quieted down, Yuri and Wolfram sat side by side on the bed.
Looking at Wolfram, Yuri can't help being more attracted at the blond. Sure, he was rough and spoilt and can be conceded on the outside, but he was such a softie on the inside. A trait he found similar in all of the brothers. Gwendals' knitting hobby proves it.
Not only that, the more he spends time with Wolfram, the more Yuri thinks that Wolfram pretty. Very pretty.
Yuri suddenly feels embarrassed when he realized he was starring. His clear his throat before he said, "To answer your question, I don't know. It is entirely up to them. We are just helping them with the right directions."
"What if it all fails? What if they don't reconcile with each other?"
"I hope it didn't come to that, Wolfram." Yuri said as his eyes darken when a thought occurred to him. "I got this uneasy feeling that if it all fails, then Harry would likely be dead!"
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