Hello everyone. I'm not dead! I am finally getting some chapters out! I am currently working on some updates for my other stories, and I am hoping to have them updated by Christmas.
I hope the wait was worth the wait. Thank you all for sticking with me. I know I suck at updating, so everyone has my permission to pester me in my messages for updates. It might actually make me update more often.
Happy Hanuka, Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, and Happy Holidays to all. I hope everyone enjoys their holidays!
Kingsley shuffles through the papers on his desk, a migraine building behind his eyes.
"Are we sure of this information?" He questions the auror across from him. Not that he doubted the man's sources, or his ability to gather information.
"Yes. Everything that my sources have gathered is there." The man's voice is gruff, it matches his appearance perfectly.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off his oncoming migraine, Kingsley's gaze fall on the last paper in the thin folder. Lifting the innocent looking sheet, the minister waves it towards the auror.
"And this? This is absolutely confirmed?" Kingsley asks, urging the man to tell him it was false even though he knew without a shadow of a doubt it was correct.
The auror jerks his head in a nod. "Yes."
Dark eyes glare down at the paper. Clipped to it are two pictures. Both blurred and gritty, but the images they hold clear.
Fenrir Greyback and Bellatrix Lestrange.
The two Death Eaters had managed to escape the Final Battle. No one had told Harry because they were not sure if they had managed to survive with their wounds, or if they bleed out as soon as they had vanished.
Here was proof that they were still alive.
Sirius and Remus were going to be pissed.
"Until we have more information, don't say a word to Potter."
Moody dips his head in acknowledgement.
"No, no! Master Harry Potter sir you must not be doing that!" Winky chastises the young Drakan, slapping his hand gently when Harry almost makes an improper stitch.
Pouting down at the mushy looking sock in his hands, Harry glares petulantly at the impeccable one in Winkys.
"It's just not fair. I can kill a man seven ways with a spoon, but I can't knit to save my life."
Winky blinks her big bulbous eyes at Harry. "We can'ts all bes being good in everything Master Harry Potter sir."
Sticking his lower lip out in a pout Harry whines, "Why is this so hard?"
Winky pats Harry's hand lightly with her own smaller wrinkled one. "Yous just not being good at it."
Twirling the knitting needle around in his fingers, Harry sighs lightly. "I just wanted to make Dobby a nice pair of socks for his birthday."
"And yous be a good wizard for that, Master Harry Potter sir. No ones much cares for us house elves."
Tilting his head down towards Dobby's wife, Harry's face crinkles in a smile. "You guys are like family to me. Of course I would treat you like such."
Not giving Winky a chance to reply, Harry gives her a quick kiss atop her head, ignoring her red face and spluttering.
"Master Harry Potter sir!"
Beaming an impish smile, Harry winks vivaciously at the house elf. "That's what you get for keep on calling me Master Harry Potter sir."
Winky only glowers, her red face bent down towards her green and orange sock creation.
Harry glares at the suspicious white substance on his once pristine cream colored floor. With elbow high rubber gloves, a white medical facemask, and a large enough apron to cover even his wings, the young wizard felt like he was capable of tackling his desecrated kitchen.
So when he comes across the crusted white stain on the floor by the oven, he is surprised by how unprotected he feels.
It's mocking him.
"I feel dirty." He conspiracy whispers to Hedwig, who is sitting perched atop a small stool.
Hedwig only hoots sympathetically.
Pointing his spray bottle of Madame Maltis' bottle of Magical Remover All Purpose Cleaner at the… stuff… Harry sprays it several times before beginning to furiously scrub, all while muttering to himself angrily. "Of all the things that is impervious to magic, it just has to be werewolf semen?! Not fur, but semen!"
Remus, who must have heard his mutterings from wherever he was, pokes his head into the kitchen. "Harry? Are you okay in here?"
Whipping around towards the sound of his guardian's voice, Harry waggles a glove covered finger at him. "This is your fault mister! Your fault! Now get out before I hex your wardrobe Chudley Cannons orange for a month!"
Remus, whose amber eyes have widen vastly, nods his head in a quick jerk before turning and running back upstairs with his tail between his legs.
If there was one thing Remus did not want to test Harry on, it was his promise of that dastardly color scheme.
No offense to Cannons fans everywhere, but that look was almost painful to the retinas.
In the basement of the north building, two members of the Black Magic Club are in a silent stare off.
Umehito's sapphire blue eyes glare balefully into Reiko's own dark chocolate brown.
"And why can I not just curse Potter-san?" Umehito demands, waving Beelzenef in a way that the curse doll agrees with him.
Sighing, Reiko rolls her eyes. "Because then Honey might never know if you were who he truly wanted and he would constantly second guess himself and his choices."
Pouting, Umehito tugs on his black wig in frustration. "But the two are so close already. I don't even stand a chance."
"Really? So all that time you spent gathering information on things that Honey likes, and what he does in his free time, you don't think you could use any of that to your advantage?" Reiko questions, shifting against the black leather couch into a more comfortable position.
Umehito freezes. And then blinks. Slowly. "Why did I not think of that?"
Shifting through her tarot cards, Reiko side eyes her club president. "Because you are a love sick fool?"
Umehito splutters in indignation, but Beelzenef nods in agreement.
"Now shoo. I am trying to concentrate here."
Seeing that his vice president was done arguing with him, Umehito nods silently to himself.
Yes, he would use his knowledge of the things Honey likes to try to court the smaller male for himself. And he would leave Potter-san alone. It's not like his searches into the younger man proved useful anyways.
Haruhi lays sprawled across Harry's bed. "What day did Hitler die?" She questions, reading the flashcard in her hand.
"April 30, 1945." Harry answers in a bored voice. "We've gone through these twice now, can we do something else?" Harry begs the mocha eyed girl, his own emerald eyes forming an impressive puppy dog pout.
Huffing, Haruhi rolls her eyes, but she too is bored with the flashcards.
"Fine, I think we are good enough for the test tomorrow anyways."
"You could pass even without studying, Haru." Harry sincerely tells her.
Smiling at the openly honest compliment, Haruhi leans over and ruffles her best friend's hair.
"You're too kind."
"Nope. Just honest." Harry counters smirking.
Flicking him lightly in the arm, Haruhi roles over onto her side to eye her best friend. "So. What do you want to do if we aren't going to be studying?"
Biting his lip in thought, Harry's eyes light up in excitement. "We should bake snacks for the Host Club!"
Haruhi side eyes the slender male. "And why should we do that?"
"You know," Harry shrugs, "to be nice."
"Uh hu… And this wouldn't have anything to do with you wanting to get Honey's attention?" Haruhi digs, an amused grin on her face.
Harry's face flushes a bright red and his tail curls around his leg in embarrassment. "No." He splutters. "Of course not!"
"Whatever makes you sleep better at night."
"I sleep just fine, thank you very much." Harry pouts.
Haruhi only pats his shoulder sympathetically. "Of course you do."
Harry walks into the Host Club after school with several boxes in his hands. He is happy he came almost as soon as the bell rang, because none of the girls have arrived yet.
Walking to each table, Harry gives each Host a box.
"What is this?" Tamaki questions, his blonde head cocked to the side as he experimentally pokes the baby blue box.
"We, that is Haruhi and I, thought it would be nice to bake you guys some treats." Harry answers, giving Kyoya his own box.
Tamaki squeals, his entire body doing a shimmy. "My two children made daddy something? Awe, so cute! So sweet!"
Tamaki continues his rant, dancing around the room and rubbing his cheek against the top of Haruhi's head, who is valiantly trying to escape the Princely Type Host.
Harry stares off into space, silently mouthing 'children' to himself a few times. Kyoya notices, obviously, and only gives the younger male a sly smirk, his glasses reflecting a sheen off of them.
Finally shaking himself out of his stupor, Harry sends a tiny glare at the money-conscious host before heading to the twins.
Handing each twin a different colored box, Hikaru and Kaoru both tilt their heads to the same side.
"Why do we have different colors, little black bird?" The two chorus at the same time.
Harry, ignoring the nickname he had been dubbed, gestures to both of the boxes. "Well, I noticed that Kaoru prefers to eat dark chocolate while Hikaru prefers milk chocolate. So I put them in different colored boxes so that I wouldn't forget which sweets are which."
Kaoru's eyes go wide, while Hikaru's go hooded.
"You really noticed that?" Hikaru questions, his cat like features staring down the blackette blankly.
"Well, yes." Harry answers confused.
"Most people just assume we like the same things because we look and act so similar." Kaoru explains, reverently stroking the light purple box in his hands.
Laughing, Harry nudges the red head's hip with his own. "Trust me Kaoru, I know a pair of twins who are more similar than the two of you. And they both have their own likes and dislikes just like any other person."
Hikaru gives Harry a catty smile which Kaoru copies. "I think we will be keeping you." The two intone at the same time, throwing their arms around the petite man, sandwiching him between their bodies.
Harry wiggles uncomfortably. His wings unconsciously drawing close to his body in order to not be noticed, even though his pendant took care of that by itself.
"I like the two of you well enough also." He confides in them, smiling when he notices their absolutely beaming grins.
Finally slipping out of the twins hug, the young Drakan makes his way towards the Lolita Type Host and the Strong Silent Type.
Arriving at their plush blue couch Harry gives Mori his own box of sweets before smiling down at the sleeping Honey.
Harry had made sure to make Honey's cake extra special. While he and Haruhi had made sure each Host got an assortment of treats they would like and had made them all from scratch, Honey's was special.
He added magical chocolate.
While the difference wasn't much noticeable to someone who only casually indulged in sweets, he was sure that Honey would notice how his triple chocolate fudge layered cake topped with strawberries was sweeter and richer than the usual ones of its kind.
Sitting himself gently on the couch next the honey blonde, Harry gently runs his fingers through the shorter man's hair marveling at the silken texture of it.
Gently cupping the slightly chubby cheek of the third year, Harry rubs his thumb across the soft skin, making sure to be mindful of his clawed appendages.
Smiling softly when he notices the shorter male shift slightly in his sleep, Harry gently shakes the blonde awake.
"Honey, Honey I have a present for you." Harry whispers to the youthful looking Host, not noticing the horror stricken looks of the other Hosts who had frozen in fear like cornered animals when they noticed the blackette about the wake their cutest member.
Honey rouses from his sleep, a black aura spread about his form, his normal honey brown eyes shifted into a darker shade. He lifts his eyes to glower, and maybe deliver death threats, to the one who woke up, but he is abruptly stopped when he notices the pair of emerald eyes glowing in adoration.
"Harry-chan? What is it? I'm sleepy." Honey says pouting.
Harry beams down at the adorable blonde on the couch. "I made you a present."
"A present?" Honey questions, his small fist rubbing sleep tiredly out of his eyes.
"Yes, I made you a cake."
Honey is instantly awake, his round eyes landing on the large box in front of him.
Tentatively reaching forward, he grabs the box in his hands and pulls it onto his lap. Flipping the lid off, Honey's eyes widen at the delicious looking desert in front of him.
Lunging to the ever ready forks at his table, Honey eagerly scoops up a bite of cake and shoves it into his mouth.
He lets out a rather lewd moan as the flavor explodes on his tongue. Harry has to inconspicuously cross his legs.
"This is delicious! The best cake I have ever had! Thank you Harry-chan!" Honey exclaims, digging into his cake with fervor.
Harry can only smile, his wings puffing out in pride and his tail doing twisting curls around itself behind him. "Of course Honey. Anything for you."
Honey stops shoveling cake into his mouth long enough to look at the emerald eyed male. His stomach fills with a warm feeling he knows is not cake.
Swallowing the bite still in his mouth, Honey leans over towards the taller male, and hesitantly, gives him a small kiss on his cheek.
"Thank you Harry."
Harry can only beam, his small fangs on display for anyone with the knowledge to know they were there.
The rest of the Hosts can only stare dumbstruck at the scene before them. Not only had Honey not murdered Harry in a rather gruesome way, he even gave the male a kiss!
The twins share a conspiring look. This definitely needed looking into. Because from what they just seen, they so ship it.