Harry lounges on one of the couches in his home. For some reason he was finding it less comfortable than usual. Huh.

Sirius and Remus had left earlier for an Order meeting, something that Harry opted out of. He no longer felt the duty to attend them anymore, not after killing Voldemort and a vast majority of his Death Eaters.

Harry expected his Saturday to be filled with nothing but laziness and catching up on homework. That is why he was surprised when his Floo turned green, alerting him that a guest was coming through. Which was odd. Siri and Remi shouldn't be back until around eight, his friends had a Quidditch game today, and he didn't see any reason for Kingsley to visit him.

The intimidating form of the Minister of Magic glided out of his Floo.

Please Merlin, don't be what he thinks it is.

"Black Death, we have a mission for you."

Fuck.

"At nine eight hundred yesterday one Elric Mulciber was located in a small town bordering the town of Lemmingsworth. It is your job to find him, extracting any information you can involving the location and identities of more Death Eaters, and finish the job."

Finish the job. Three simple words. Three simple words that held a much darker meaning. Assassination. Harry hasn't been on a mission since right before the Final Battle. He thought he was done with missions. But it turns out that was another pretty lie told to him. He would never be done. Not while there were still Death Eaters out there anyways.

"Yes sir."

"Good, you have till tomorrow night."

The Black Death steps back into a darker shadow hidden in the granite stoned debriefing room. He vanishes, slipping through the numerous wards and protections.

Harry stalks through the dark streets of the town. It was a pathetic sort of place. Garbage was left lying on the ground, hookers were propositioning themselves to the holy men, smoke from the chimneys cast the place in a deep smog. The town was its own red light district. Plus it stunk. Like rotting corpse and dried vomit. Not a place he expected a pureblood to be hiding out.

A fanged smile made its way across his lips. Mulciber had just exited a beat down clubbing, heading back to hid shack. 'Well,' Harry thought cruelly. 'I'll just meet him there.'

Mulciber jerks awake. The last thing he remembered was opening the door to his house. Then everything went black. Struggling to see in the darkness, Mulciber squints his eyes in a vain attempt to find out where he was.

Tili tili bom.

Mulciber shrieks in pain, a slash across his cheek now bleeding sluggishly.

Close your eyes now.

Another cut is made across his bare chest.

Someone's walking outside the house.

A deeper, more painful incision is gashed into his upper thigh.

And knocks on the door.

Mulciber begins crying, the slow music grating against his ears, causing an irrational sense of fear to course through him. Another cut is made, just over his eye. Maybe not so irrational.

Tili tili bom. The night birds are chirping.

His left pinky is hacked off, causing the Death Eater to begin pleading for his life.

He is inside the house.

Another finger, this time the pointer on his right hand, is cut off.

To visit those who can't sleep.

One of Mulciber's eyes is carefully and surgically removed, the bleeding not enough to allow him to die or pass out. It doesn't stop him from screaming in agony.

He walks. He is coming… Closer

Both of his thumbs are removed. An ice pick slams into his left and right palms. The agony is unbearable. "P-p-please. Stop. I'll do anything. Please!"

Can you hear him closing in? Lurking around the corner. Staring right at you.

Poison coated claws are racked across his chest, his muscles begin to burn. "Pl-l-lea-se! A-any-y-thing! Just make it stop!"

Tili tili bom. The silent night hides everything. He sneaks up behind you. And he is going to get you. He walks. He is coming… closer.

Harry steps in front of the man, the lights flashing on.

Mulciber sucks in his breath before choking on his saliva. The Black Death stood in front of him. The entity responsible for killing so many of his comrades during the war. "What do you want?"

"Elric Mulciber. You have raped no less than thirty-eight woman. You have murdered no less than ninety-six people. You have tortured and killed no less than two hundred and seven magical creatures. You aided the Dark Lord Voldemort in both of the wars, fleeing once your master was killed. How do you plead?" Harry's voice is dull and emotionless. Echoing through the room and causing the tortured man to flinch with his only eye. "Guilty."

Harry glides back to the front of the room, picking up a sickle claw. They had the pleasant ability to cause maximum pain with minimum damage. The jagged edge ripping the skin, but not deep enough to hit an artery.

Mulciber gasps. He knew what those were. He used them on prisoners during the first war. The Black Death's tongue poked out from underneath his hood to lick along the outer edge of the weapon.

"Now Mulciber. You can either tell me all that I want to know or we can do this the hard way."

Several hours later, and a lot bloodier than he went in, Harry was leaving behind a spotless room and a disappeared body. No one would ever know what happened to Mulciber.

"Target has been eliminated. All necessary information has been written down and recorded."

Kingsley nods his head. "Thank you, Black Death. Your payment is in the usual account."

The dark clad figure nods before turning to leave. He had blood he wanted to get off of him. It was starting to dry, causing an annoying feeling of chipping flakes against his skin. It made his wings curl in disgust.

"And Harry?"

The young man looks over his shoulder.

"Just a few more cases, and then I promise you we will no longer require your services."

Harry inclines his head once in affirmation before turning around and vanishing.

Appearing back in the middle of the living room, Harry is surprised to sense his two guardians sitting on the couch.

"Oh Harry." Remus sighs. He wishes that Harry could have had a normal childhood. A normal teenage life now even after the war was over. The werewolf gets up from the couch and embraces the Drakan into a tight hug. "I love you cub."

Sirius' sapphire eyes fill with tears. He never wished for his little pup to be put through this. He remembered when Harry was nothing more than knee high to a grasshopper. Now… now he came home covered in blood from whatever mission the Order thought to send him on. Wrapping his petite godson into a hug on the other side of Moony, Sirius buries his face into Harry's hair; ignoring the drying blood. "Who was it?"

Harry shudders. "Mulciber."

Remus strokes his hand down his cub's wings softly. "How long?"

"Six hours."

His two godfathers tighten their hold on him. They knew what these missions did to him. Harry preferred working in the infirmary and playing with magical creatures with Hagrid more than assassination missions. They always broke a small part of him.

"He promised there would only be a few more after this. Once we have them all caught. Mulciber gave up a lot of names and locations."

"Tili tili bom?" Sirius questions.

Harry huffs out a laugh, his tail swishing around them. "Yes, that old Russian nursery rhyme gives even me creeps. It's always been an effective tool when it comes to scaring people."

Sirius tightens his hold on his godson. "Why don't you go and clean yourself up? And I'll cook and invite Haruhi over for dinner. I know being around her always calms you down."

Harry nods, slowly. "Yes, that would be appreciated. Thank you. But I will cook. I don't want to explain to her why our house is burnt down."

Remus chuckles. "He has you there, Padfoot."

Sirius nods wisely. "That he does Moony." The animagus lightly flicks his godson on the nose. "Now go hurry up and get cleaned up I've been dying to meet this friend of yours!"

Harry had just finished mixing in the spices with his pasta sauce. He knew Haruhi would be over soon and he wanted to have dinner ready for her. So spaghetti it was. Quick, easy, and maybe something she had never had before. Hopefully she likes it.

A loud ringing echoed through the house followed by the sound of several crashes. "I'll get it!" Sirius shouts, already at the front door. Yanking it open, he grins wolfishly down at the petite brunette. "Haruhi, right?"

Haruhi nods her head apathetically. "Yes, and you must be Sirius?"

The Black Lord guffaws loudly. "Yuppie! That's me! It is great to finally meet the famous Haruhi! Harry has told us so much about you!"

The brunette cocks her head to the side in confusion. "Us?"

"Yup yup yup. My wonderful m-… husband and I! His name is Remus. He was following me down here. Hasn't Harry told you about him?"

Inclining hear head in affirmation, Haruhi corrects her mistake. "Yes, he speaks about you both. It just slipped my mind for a second."

"Ah," Sirius wags his finger. "Slippery thoughts are the worst. You can never catch them quick enough! Anyways! To the dining room!"

Latching onto the pale hand, the young female is dragged through the gigantic house.

She barely gets to catch a glimpse of a modernly decorated living room before she is brought to a halt inside what she assumed was the dining room.

There was a large circular table sitting in the middle of the room with an elegant chandelier hanging down from above it. The walls were a soft cream color, making the room pop and seem bigger than its' already gigantic form. There were tasteful portraits of fruit and buildings hanging from the walls.

"This is very nice, Mr. Black."

Padfoot waves of the name. "Please, call me Sirius. You already did early. Plus Mr. Black makes me feel old."

Haruhi bends her head in acceptance.

"Sirius! You better not be scaring our guest away! Harry would kill you if you lost him his new friend."

Sirius pouts at the sandy haired male. "But Remy. I was just talking to her."

Amber eyes role in fond annoyance. "We all know your 'just talking' Padfoot. You could have been trying to convince her to help you dye Harry's wardrobe pink the next sentence."

"No faith." The shaggy haired man pouts, his arms crossed across his chest.

Tsk'ing at his mate, Remus turns towards the mocha eyed girl. "Hello Haruhi. It is a pleasure to finally meet the girl that has befriended our Harry."

"It is nice to meet you two too. Harry has told me a lot about the both of you. It is a pleasure to finally meet you." Haruhi finishes, a beaming smile on her face and her head tilted to the side.

"Awe Haru, you look just like a little angel.

Haruhi snorts, turning to eye her best friend. Something was off about him though, she couldn't tell what it was, but his posture was off and his eyes seemed dulled. "Hi Harry. Thank you for inviting me for dinner."

"Of course Haru. I made spaghetti. I don't know if you've ever had it before but it's really good and simple to make."

The brunette shakes her head, she's never had spaghetti but if it tasted anywhere near as good as his usual food, she was sure she would love it.

Harry and Haruhi lay across Harry's bed watching a movie.

Haruhi marvels in how soft the silken sheets are before rolling on her side and giving her friend a hard stare. "What's wrong?"

Harry turns from facing the movie and cocks a lack eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Huffing, Haruhi squints at him. "I know something is wrong, don't lie to me."

Sighing, harry flops onto his back. "I had a really rough day. I don't really want to talk about it because it just makes me think about it more, but just know it took its toll on me."

Frowning sadly at her friend, Haruhi places her head against his neck and cuddles into his side. While she has never done this with someone other than family, she already considered Harry her brother. She wouldn't push him, but she would let him know that she was there for him.

"Just know that I love you and if you ever feel like you want to talk about it, I'm here."

Harry nods, relieved she wasn't going to push him. It's what he admired most about her. She never pushed people. "I love you too, Haru."

The two petite figures fall asleep curled around each other. Unaware of Sirius sneaking into the room before leaving and calling Ranka to inform her that Haruhi had fallen asleep and if it was okay for her to stay the night.

Haruhi woke up the next morning to the sound of her cellphone ringing. Blearily grabbing it, Haruhi flips it open and answers without checking who it was first. "Hello?"

"My darling daughter! We are planning on going out to the beach today! Kyoya says that you are required to come with! We are already at your apartment, so all you need to do is come down!"

Haruhi groans before checking the time. "Tamaki. It is only seven. And I'm not at my house."

"Where are you?! Are you okay?! Tell daddy!" Tamaki's voice is panicked and squeaky.

Rolling onto her side so Tamaki's loud mouth didn't wake up Harry, she replied. "I'm at Harry's right now. I must have fallen asleep in his bed after the movie last night."

"… WHAT?!" Tamaki screeches. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN FELL ASLEEP IN HIS BED?!"

Sighing in exasperation, Haruhi tiredly rubs her eyes. "I came over to eat dinner with his family and we watched a movie in his room. We must have fallen asleep because I am just now waking up to your call."

A loud thunk is heard from the other end of the line. "Sorry Haruhi. This is Kyoya. Tamaki is having a mental breakdown. We are heading to Harry's place to pick you up. Please tell him to have the gates open. Also inform him that he is more than welcome to come to the beach with us if he so wishes." The line went dead before she could reply.

Rolling back over towards the blackette, Haruhi smiles sheepishly at his sleepy emerald gaze. He looks adorable. His black hair is spiking out in several different ways, he coral lips are pulled down into a sleepy pout, and his eyes half closed makes him look huggable.

"Sorry Harry. I guess Kyoya knows where you live because he said him and the other hosts are on the way to get me. But he invited you to come with to the beach."

Harry groans sleepily before fully taking stock to Haruhi's looks. Her normally manicured hair is stuck up in disarray with half of it sticking to her face because of drool. Harry takes her in before howling with laughter.

"What's so funny?" Haruhi pouts.

"You! Haha! Oh Merlin!"

Haruhi glares at him before heading towards the bathroom. "The Hosts will be here in about twenty-five minutes. I suggest getting ready. Because you are going to the beach with us."

Harry only stares wide eyed at the retreating form of the brunette's back.