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Harry stood in front of the mirror while Charles took his measurements. Charles was their personal tailor. Fenrir was standing in the doorway and the look on his face clearly depicted his reservations on the entire matter,
"Speak up, Fen… I know you have something on your mind."
Fenrir met his gaze in the mirror and for a moment they simply stared at each other,
"I don't understand why you're doing this… There's no guarantee that he'll even show up."
Harry extended his arm as the Charles measured it and spoke,
"He will come."
Fenrir sighed in frustration,
"How can you be so sure, Harry?"
Harry chuckled darkly as he let his arm drop,
"Have you ever known me to be wrong?"
Fenrir's head dropped as he murmured,
"No…But…This is different… He hasn't made any appearances since you convinced him for a truce. What makes you think he will show up now?"
Harry snapped his fingers and Charles stepped back,
"He will show up because he broke the truce and now, he will want to boast about it."
Charles showed him the notebook he'd scribbled his measurements on, and Harry checked them before handing the notebook back to him,
"I want it ready by tomorrow night."
Charles took the notebook and shut it as he inquired,
"What about the mask, Sir?"
Harry grinned,
"Surprise me."
Charles nodded silently and walked out of the room while Harry pulled his black button up over his grey T-shirt again.
He ran a hand through his hair as he looked at himself in the mirror and then grabbed his phone from the table,
"I'm heading out to see, Mark. You should visit the office."
He was about to walk past Fenrir when Fenrir took his wrist in his hand gently and spoke,
"Harry… Are you sure you're not playing with fire?"
Harry turned around and covered Fenrir's hand with his,
"Why are you so worried about me, Fen?"
Fenrir's steely grey eyes stared deep into his and he spoke,
"I don't want you to get hurt."
He freed his wrist from Fenrir's hold and wrapped an arm around Fenrir's waist before leaning forward and kissing his forehead. Fenrir's eyes fluttered shut and Harry cupped his face with his other hand,
"Nothing will ever happen to me. So, don't worry about me, Fen."
Fenrir opened his eyes and Harry noticed the tears in them. One of them slipped out the corner of his eye and Harry swiped it away with his thumb immediately,
"Have I lost that right as well?"
Harry stepped closer to him and pulled Fenrir to his chest,
"No, Fen… You haven't lost any rights… I forgave you completely and utterly… You need to forgive yourself now."
Fenrir buried his face in his shoulder and Harry ran his hand down his back, soothing him. He could never understand how Fenrir could love him so deeply and immeasurably. Maybe he'd underestimated his own abilities.
He cupped Fenrir's face as he pulled his head away from his shoulder and asked softly,
"What's wrong, Fen? You seem more concerned for me than usual…"
Fenrir blinked away the tears as he rested his hands on his shoulders and spoke,
"You killed his men… He will want revenge… I'm afraid that he'll hurt you…"
Harry stroked Fenrir's cheek with his thumb and chuckled darkly,
"And how will he recognize me? How will he know that I was the one who killed his men and Bellatrix? How will he know that I am Mr. J?"
Fenrir didn't seem satisfied, but Harry watched some of the fear and tension ease away from his eyes and face. He pressed another kiss to Fenrir's forehead and spoke softly,
"I said it before and I will say it again…Nothing will ever happen to me."
His phone started ringing in his pocket and he fished it out to see who it was. He wasn't the least bit surprised to see that it was Andrew. He patted Fenrir on the cheek one last time before heading out the door and down the stairs. Anton stood with his car keys and Harry grabbed them from him before heading out.
Once he was on the road, he took Andrew's call,
"Meet me at the training complex. I'm heading there now."
He ended the call and focused on the road. It took him a little more than twenty minutes to reach the training compound and once inside, he headed straight to Mark's office. Mark greeted him reverently as Harry settled down behind the desk and propped his feet up on the desk,
"Get me a secure line."
Mark nodded before getting to work while Harry tapped his fingers on the armrest. Andrew was supposed to be here by now. Where the hell was he?
Just as he was thinking that, Andrew knocked on the door before stepping in. Harry glared at him mutely until Andrew spoke up,
"I'm sorry… I got held up by traffic."
Andrew handed him the tablet and Harry swiped through the list of prospective venues he'd complied. He was pleased with all of them but he had to choose one so he picked the priciest and left the other arrangements to Andrew. Mark placed the phone in front of him and Harry picked up the receiver before dialling Tom.
The phone rang a couple of times and Harry almost wasn't expecting him to pick up but then someone did…It wasn't Tom, but it was something. Harry spoke in his best French accent,
"Bonjour… I wish to speak to your boss."
The man on the other end seemed to be Tom's new assistant and Bellatrix's replacement as he inquired curtly,
"Who are you?"
Harry chuckled darkly before speaking,
"Mr. J…"
For a moment there was nothing but silence and then Tom's voice flowed through him like ice cold fire. He repressed a shiver as the cadence of it washed over him like a tidal wave,
"Monsieur J… To what do I owe the honour?"
Harry kept his voice carefree and casual as he spoke,
"Monsieur Greyback is organizing a masquerade ball and wishes for you to be present there."
Tom laughed softly before he inquired,
"I shall be there if you promise to meet me."
Harry tsked,
"Promises are for the faithless… I might be there, or I might not… You shall just have to find out, Monsieur Voldemort."
Voldemort laughed again as he spoke,
"I simply cannot wait to meet you in person."
Harry smirked,
"Nor can I."