To repeat, there will be time skips for a while. Although this chapter is focused on giving you an insight into Harry's new life. Thank you again, everyone, who reviewed! And a special thanks to RedB04, who made my day and inspired me to update :)
"Again!" Came the harsh command from an unruffled Julian.
Harry panted, wiping the sweat off his forehead before he steadied his breathing and made an unrefined lunge forward.
"Your powers will come naturally to you, but, it's like using a new muscle. At first it may be difficult to manually call upon your Cambion half's power, but eventually, it will become as easy as breathing."
Harry nodded from his place on the floor, shifting to sit in a lotus position to concentrate. Crowley moved an unlit candlestick between their forms on the floor. "Light the candle."
"Good." Julian scribbled something down in his elegant script, placing the new problem in front of his Prince. "So, in this equation, if the variable a is a constant. What is its value?"
Harry tapped his pen on the paper, stumped on where to begin. "Come on my Prince, take it step by step, just like the last one." He encouraged.
Julian watched on with a pleased smirk as Harry placed the pen to paper determinedly, beginning to write.
Harry flipped a page on the worn hardcover book placed on his lap.
His legs were folded beneath him as he sat comfortably in a plush armchair, the soft, soothing sound of a concerto playing in the background. The large library doors opened, Harry too engrossed in his reading to take notice.
"What is it this time, my Prince?" Julian questioned as he poured Harry his evening tea.
Harry hummed as he habitually took the teacup from a waiting Julian's hand, taking a satisfying sip, "Werewolves."
He passed the unfinished teacup back to Julian, who placed it on the saucer, sitting up straighter as he finally pulled his attention away from his research, "Did you know that there are three different types based on region? Three! It's incredible!"
"Contracts are how business gets done in the world… it's important to review every contract to ensure that it accomplishes your goals. Of course, most of the time I'm the one creating the contract, so I can write it in such a way that it benefits me the most."
Crowley passed over a thick pile of papers "Here, I want you to read through this and circle whatever you believe should be changed."
Harry yawned, delicately covering his mouth as he reached for the contract and a red pen.
"So what kind of business do you do anyway? I don't think I've ever asked," he asked idly as he read through the contracts introduction.
Crowley cleared his throat apprehensively…
…
..
WHAT?!
"No no no, my Prince, you must be delicate."
Julian winced as the bow once again ran across the violin. He sighed, "Are you still mad at your father?"
A harsh screech resounded around the music room, which was answer enough. Harry gritted his teeth "Of course I am! He takes people's souls! He just… sucks it right out of them! He's like—like some kind of soul sucker!"
Harry flopped down on a nearby sofa dramatically, placing the violin beside him "I hate him!"
Julian sighed, taking a seat as well "No my Prince, you don't."
It was quiet for a few moments, then "No I don't." Harry sat up to face Julian directly "I feel like I should though. He hurts people, but yet I still love him." He looked at Julian seriously "I should hate him, right? Is—is something wrong with me?"
Julian placed a supporting hand on his Prince's shoulder "Harry, he's your father, there's nothing wrong with you not hating him. And you knew already that he was a demon, so deep down you must have known that he wasn't completely innocent."
Harry leaned his head on Julian's shoulder, who shifted to place his arm around him, "Your right."
It was quiet for a few minutes before Harry sighed, "I think I need to talk to dad."
Julian rested his head on top of Harry's "I believe that would be best, my Prince."
Harry knocked timidly on his father's office door, slinking in as he heard the absent-minded, "Come in."
Crowley looked up after signing another document, surprised. "Harry!" he cried, delighted.
His face softened as he watched Harry settle into the seat opposite him.
"I'm sorry."
"I apologize." They spoke at the same time, smiling sheepishly in response.
Crowley continued first, "Harry I truly am sorry that my work upsets you. But I'm a demon… and we're in Hell, this is— this is just what I do." For the perhaps first time in his life, he felt regret.
"And for what it's worth I rarely make deals myself anymore, and when I do it's with… unsavory, people. Those who would be headed to Hell regardless of any actions on my part."
Crowley held up a hand as Harry made to speak "Listen, Harry… I—I love you so much. So, so much—but if you feel that you can't live with me anymore I would understand… Other living arrangements could be made. You would still be guarded for your safety, and—"
Harry lunged for Crowley, his unexpected hug causing his father to grunt in surprise.
"I love you too dad."
Crowley tightly embraced Harry back, but was still slightly cautious. "So, does this mean…?"
Harry laughed lightly "Of course I'm going to stay with you, you dolt."
He ignored his father's sharp cry of "hey!" as he continued. "I actually came in here to tell you that I was sorry for yelling at you, and for ignoring you these past three days."
He took a calming breath, his father squeezing his arm in support "At first I was just scared, and— and I didn't really know what to think. I don't like it. Like, at all. But… I did some research and talked to Julian, and… I understand."
He shifted, making a grossed-out face "I won't have to suck out people's souls too though, right?"
Crowley chuckled, ruffling Harry's already wild curls in amusement "Only if you want to."
And as Harry swatted his hand away with a disgruntled look, smiling a moment later, they both knew that everything was going to be alright.
"And 1, 2, 3, 4 — 1, 2, 3, 4— Keep your head up— 2, 3, 4."
Harry looked back Julian, lightly stumbling now that he wasn't fully concentrated on his steps. He blushed lightly as they locked gazes, Julian giving a mischievous smirk.
Harry gasped as Julian suddenly dipped him lowly, tightly gripping onto Julian's arms, afraid of falling.
Julian's face moved closer above Harry, and Harry could feel their breath mingling for a tense moment before Julian quickly moved him back into a standing position.
Julian smirked at Harry's wide-eyed stare, before they exploded into motion, whirling around the room in the Tango.
Julian's breath rushed out of him as he landed on his back, Harry on top, pinning him down.
They both panted, sweaty from the exercise.
Julian recovered his breath first, "Excellent work my Prince, you are getting better and better at martial arts every day."
Harry smiled widely, "But—" his smile dropped. Julian moved, kicking Harry off him as they reversed their positions "Not quite good enough."
Harry just stared up at him, groaning disappointedly.
A rich symphony of music resounded around the music room, violin and piano working together to create something wonderful.
Julian's eyes were closed with a pleased smile as his fingers danced over the piano.
Harry's eyes were closed tensely in concentration. As the music continued to play around the room, he couldn't resist peeking an eye open at Julian's relaxed form. His eyes closed again, losing the tenseness and growing a serene smile instead.
Deft fingers worked over the gun in seconds, disassembling and resembling it flawlessly. Julian watched on, nodding in satisfaction as Harry took the assembled gun in his hand and shot the target, perfectly shooting off four shots in the head and another four in the chest.
Harry relaxed in his regular armchair in the library, reading another heavy tome. The tome floated above his hands, and as Harry finished the page, it turned without assistance.
On the arm table beside him, a teapot poured its tea into a corresponding teacup. Harry took the offered cup as it floated over to him, a teaspoon mixing in the perfect amount of milk and sugar.