'Ello m'lords and m'ladies, I must warn you now, this chapter contains underage nudity. As always, Scout is here.
Chronoscout: Hi
Harry had grabbed everything that he needed: the kitchen knives, the blanket he had since he was a baby, and the rifles from his uncle's rifle rack. Harry held the 1903 springfield action rifle and the m1 garand, smirking.
The Frosts were bewildered. Why would this young boy be carrying guns? In Harry's case, what use would he have for guns if he already had his magic? Harry laughed at the Frosts' reactions. "I know, strange for an Englishman to have American guns, but who the fuck cares?" He cackled.
Adriene, Emma, and Christian smiled. They were pleased that Harry was joyful, oblivious that the boy was actually insane rather than purely happy, Hazel and Winston stayed silent. They were well aware of Harry's condition, considering his abusive upbringing, but knew it wasn't their place to comment.
About an hour or so later, the Frosts and Harry arrived at Frost International, a large white building with at least thirty floors. Upon entering, they were greeted by the receptionist.
The receptionist looked at Harry, completely confused by his presence. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Frost. Who is this young man?"
"Harry Potter," Winston replied. The woman's eyes popped out of her head.
Harry Potter? The Harry Potter? Now, contrary to popular belief, Harry Potter was actually a very famous name in non-magical England. As a matter of fact, he is the unspoken "Superman" of the UK. Not only is he told about in books, he had movies and even a musical!
She gasped, "God, could it be? Are you really the Harry Potter?" Her expression mystified, She was in the presence of the Harry Potter! This was possibly the greatest day of her life.
"Yes, I am Harry Potter, and you are?"
His cold voice frightened the little secretary but she continued with a happy disposition.
"Alice, at your service Mr. Potter."
He smiled in acknowledgment. "Pleased to meet you, Alice…"
She stuttered, her dreams were coming true this could possibly be the most important thing in her life. "Oh my God!"
He smiled, maybe he could use her… her enthusiasm and seemed like she could be of use.
After calming the secretary, everyone had decided to take the young lord up to the family's suite, a large elegant set of rooms each having a black marble floor; the main room's walls were white whereas the curtains were crimson. The furniture was mostly leather, sans the loveseat and some other things.
The cold monotone in his voice never waivered, "Lovely home."
"Thank you my lord." The Frost family spoke and kneeled in tandem.
"Hazel, Winston, you are the elders of the family, why do you bow to me?" Harry inquired.
"My lord, we bow because we have always been loyal to the Potters. Since the creation of the contract, we Frosts' were raised to be so, Hazel was made aware of this the moment we married, and stayed by my side." Winston's joy shone through like the sun.
"Congratulations on the happiness you both feel." Harry smirks, "Rise and teach me more of my family."
They nodded and began to explain what they knew of the Potter's legendary history. Apparently his family had been a part of history, known as the brotherhood, "Did you say brothers?" had hunted down some of history first enemies, such as Cesare Borgia, Rodrigo, his father, and some of history's greatest political leaders at the time in order to defend free will. Harry found this very interesting, but he didn't care about anyone being free or not, he would free them if they would be of use to him.
"Where can I find these assassins?" He questioned, hoping to find what he was looking for.
It was Hazel who responded: "The assassins can be found in secret locations which only we know of, we can take you there if you wish of course after you've eaten you must be starving my Lord."
He smiles, and nods his head before requesting a simple sandwich with orange juice and some milk. After his request was completed he was shown to his room where he would be able to stay if he wished.
As soon as he entered he was greeted by the image of his two slaves, ready and kneeling before him once more, He must've not noticed that they moved. They were on their hands and knees putting their four heads to the floor waiting his command, which made him wonder… "Emma, Adrienne to what extent are your services?"
Adrienne responded, "Anything master, from menial chores, to servicing you when it comes time, in sexual manner we were born and raised to serve you we are your weapons and tools to use and dispose of at your whim, if you so wish you may use us to sate your body now."
Harry noticed that she was very hopeful, practically speaking with her eyes to belong to him in the sexual manner already, but deep inside he knew he had to wait for a little bit not too long though because that would be boring.
He ordered them onto his bed and laid in between them. "From what I've been told, slaves were not supposed to wear clothes."
The girls smiled, and disrobed immediately. Fully undressed, they laid next to their master and fully rested into his arms.
The girls decided to have a mental conversation between themselves, it was the eldest who spoke first: "Master is doing very well."
The younger sister replied, "Yes, he will become the greatest being in the universe and all will be at his beck and call, that reminds me to find books on magic while you teach him combat and things he might find interesting. Oh master will be happy!"
Her sister gasped with excitement, "We must notify master of his mystical power, he must be made aware of his true power, yes… he will be unbeatable!"
The sisters' grins mirrored each other perfectly. The master did indeed have the potential to truly take whatever he wanted.
The trio fell asleep at least for a little while, approximately four hours, but the girls had an important thing to discuss with their parents so they decided to wake up the young Lord.
"Master, I am afraid we must leave for a moment, we must discuss how to handle your studies."
"Studies?" He looked momentarily confused.
"Yes master, we as your loyal servants, were taught to do certain things that will be of great use to you when the time comes, we will teach you swordsmanship and arms along with telepathy, although I do not understand how you have my power…" Emma whispered to herself.
"I am sure there are people who have the same power." He responded.
They nodded, and kneeled before asking "With your leave your highness?"
He smiled in response and whispered, "Get dressed."
They follow the command and went to speak with their parents, as they begin discussing his training they decide to take him to the Assassins.
"I think it would be best for him to start with the hidden blades his ancestors used." Emma mentioned.
"Yes, that sounds perfect let's get him there when the time comes which I fear is soon." Winston looked fearful for a moment. The family began writing a timetable and hoped it appeased him for a while until he wished to learn more.
The eldest of the sisters had decided to continue her way back to her master so that he will not be alone, she found him looking for something, she may not be a telepath, but she knew when something troubled someone.
"I was looking for something to entertain me, a good fantasy book or something along those lines." His voice rang out loud due to echo.
She begins to help him, showing him Book series such as: The Elder Scrolls, The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games, and even his own.
Harry had asked about his studies, and he agreed to learn all the things they had come up with, apparently he's going to be learning about guns and swords, both modern-day and historically, as well as combat. This was going to be interesting… After about 20 minutes of getting accommodated for his studies they began his training.
The training consisted of one hour of swordsmanship, two hours of reading anatomy, both topics he found interesting, along with dance, music and singing. According to the Frost family, the extracurricular activities were meant to give him experience in cardio and muscle mass building.
"How does Music play a role in this?" He asked curiously.
"Master, music teaches us things that science cannot, let us show you." The girls show him two violins, and synchronicity combines the music they play. Slow and gentle, passionate, affectionate, if Harry understood these things, that's how he would describe them.
"That was, rather lovely. Please play another." They were pleased to, as they saw the Masters very rare smile.
Nine days later, the arrival of Charles Xavier was expected. Harry was in the middle of his lessons, playing his violin, which he picked up on rather quickly.
Just then, Stephen, the butler had opened the door. "Young master, a Mr. Charles Xavier has come as you predicted. Shall I guide him to the meeting room?"
"Yes Stephen. Please do not let him disturb us until we are done"Yes Steven. Please do not let him disturb us until we are done." Harry replied coldly.
"As you request young master." He bowed and left.
"Let the games begin!" He thrust, locked, slashed, shifted, and used the environment to his advantage as he continued his swordsmanship lessons.
"This is fun! How are you faring Emma?" He asked his servant.
"Very well master, Christian is very good."
"Mr. Xavier! What is so important that you have to explain to the young master and the ladies Frost?" they heard Stephen yell.
"It concerns the powers they possess." Mr. Xavier, supposedly, yelled in return.
"We are well aware of their powers, the young master will not be disturbed unless you wish to be sued for harassment."
The other man was silent. Harry and the girls open the door, to see a man in a rolling chair. This is the famous Charles Xavier? He better be worth it, he's cutting into my time.
I assure you, Mr. Potter; this is important. Mr. Xavier spoke calmly through his mind.
You dare enter the mind of our master? Emma roared telepathically.
Xavier looked shocked. I apologize, but it seems to be the best way- before he could continue, Harry spoke in his monotonous voice.
Get out of my sight. I do not wish to converse with someone who attempts to enter my thoughts without permission. I gave this permission to Emma, I did not give it to you, now get out!
"Considering the young lord does not look happy, should we be concerned?" Christian asked curiously.
"Master had his mind infiltrated. Stephen get him out!" Emma commanded. Just as the Butler was about to follow the command, he was stopped by Xavier. "I understand, no more telepathy. I wish to speak with you on behalf of myself and my partner, Jean Grey, well not so much a partner more or less a student. She's just about your age and could use some friends who have the same power she does. I would like to invite you to my Institute where I teach people with abilities like yours to understand and make yourself better."
"Give us a reason to consider this. You will be given three days time. Now I must continue my training. I will be leaving in three days, so there is your limit. Goodbye professor." Harry, Emma, Christian and Adrienne, continue practicing with their swords. Charles looked in shock as they moved so quickly that he almost missed the movement.
Just then, the butler ushered him out, leaving the man curious.
"Master, are you seriously considering his offer?" Adrienne asked softly. Harry gave her a cold look, she immediately bows. "My apologies Master, it is not my place to question-"
"Precisely." Harry spoke neutrally.
Adrienne flinched in fear as her beloved Master came closer to her.
Adrienne felt a sharp pain in her cheek. Her Master had just slapped her. She took it in stride. She knew she was wrong therefore she decided she would better herself. Anything less would be an insult to her Master's greatness.
Christian silently left the room, leaving the other occupants to discuss Adrienne's mistake in private.
"You deliberately disobeyed my order of not speaking out of turn," Harry said icily to Adrienne.
"Yes Master. My apologies Master," Adrienne whispered reverently.
Harry nodded in acceptance. Then he simply lay upon his bed and read a book as if nothing had happened.
"I find these books interesting. Get me more," Harry commanded softly, too caught up in his book.
"Yes Master."
Harry's servants departed from the room.
Little did they know that their Master was scheming to be rid of the annoyance that was Charles Xavier.
"That bastard dared to enter my mind!" Harry fumed.
"He will be punished...severely."
Twenty minutes later, the servants returned with at least ten new books.
The young Master gave them a rare smile, then continued his cold exterior the moment the books were placed onto the shelf.
As soon as they finished putting the books away, they began to undress. They reminded Harry of the time they started doing so not even a week ago. He had ordered them undress the first time as if he was simply talking about the weather. At first, the girls were confused and slightly nervous. But orders were orders. Over time, they grew accustomed to undressing, knowing they had to eventually do the same for any permanent orders the Master would have for them.
Harry chuckled sadistically. These toys are mine for all eternity.
Yes, Your Highness, Emma replied telepathically.
Why do you like calling me "Your Highness"? Harry questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Because you are greater than a king. Possibly greater than God if your powers continue to grow. And I will personally make sure that it happens. No one will dare oppose your greatness. They will kneel like obedient dogs at your feet. That is a guarantee.
Emma smiled lightly once more. Happy to be of service to my beautiful master.
Emma snuggled into Harry's chest from the left side of the bed, listening to his heartbeat. She gently fell asleep to the beat of his dark heart.
The next morning, Emma and Adrienne pressed gentle kisses to Harry's chest and body. Harry moved only slightly. They continued this but Harry never noticed.
Just then, Emma pressed a single kiss to his lips.
Adrienne became furious. She didn't comment though, not wanting to disturb her master.
Just then, Harry lifted himself up, looking at them curiously. He asked, "Have you ordered breakfast?"
"Yes," they both replied.
Harry commanded Emma to pass him his book as they waited for breakfast.
About ten minutes later, Stephen entered the bedroom with American food. He didn't even notice that the girls were undressed. Stephen was solely focused on following orders and nothing more. He exited the room, leaving the others to their own devices.
After having eaten and gotten dressed, the elder Frost entered the room. "Today is an important day," Winston announced.
"Today we have spoken to one of the Grandmaster Assassins," Hazel continued. "They have decided to train you in the ways of the assassin."
Winston nodded his head and says,"They do this not only as a courtesy, but also because you're the last of the Potter bloodline."
Harry just faced them and replied,"Fair enough."
Harry's life was about to be even more exciting…
