Harry looked at the familiar animals that greeted him. He smiled just slightly and looked up to D who already had tea and sweets ready. He had an even bigger sweet tooth then Harry. Harry sat down on a chair opposite of him and grabbed his own slice of cake and cup of tea.

"Good to see you Harry." D said sipping at his tea. "May I ask what your plans for the rest of the summer are?"

Harry thought a moment. Only three weeks had passed since school had ended for the year.

"I plan to go visit Tom in India for a while, but after that I'm not sure." He said.

D just gave a nod and they finished in silence.

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Harry looked at the sights as he wandered down the loud busy street. As the building he was looking to came into view a man started to wave frantically at him. Harry gave Tom a small smile as the teen rushed up to him. He hugged Harry tightly to him and spun him in a circle.

:Harry! It'sss good to sssee you!:

:I missssed you too Tom.: He said.

Tom gave a lopsided grin and led him into the apartment which was in the magical street of the city. Tom was wearing a Sherwani in reds and silvers. Harry wore the same kind of outfit in greens and blacks. Ne hissed unhappily at the hug but didn't bite Tom. Tom gave him a quick kiss and led him inside the place he would be staying for the next while.

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Harry let his eyes scan the words on the pages carefully. Each word he recorded in memory and quickly dissected to get the meaning of each and every sentence. The thick book in his hands was in Arabic. Harry knew it quite fluently though. He twitched slightly every few seconds and he had to reread a few sentences though. Finally he slid a bookmark in the book and closed it. He sighed just slightly.

"I can't concentrate when you do that." He informed Tom.

Tom just squeezed him tighter from behind and continued planting random kisses down his neck as he pulled back once in a while to play with Harry's hair.

"I know." He smirked smugly.

Harry raised a brow at him.

"But anyways. Let's go get something to eat. Then I can teach you some handy spells I picked up."

Harry nodded agreement and stood, pulling from Tom's grasp.

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Mumbai was nice. Harry decided he didn't mind the city but it wasn't his favourite place, so it was nice. He looked over the harbour and strummed his violin. A few kids near by were laughing and playing to the music. A few adults paused to listen a moment commenting him in Arabic. He enjoyed the weather here at least. It was warm. The breeze from the water was even warm. It reminded him of fire. He did love fire.

He played a quick flawless song, one that reminded of him of fire. It was odd to think of a song reminding him of fire but it did. Maybe it was the magic he pushed into it. He could spin illusions with his music. He moulded the magic in the music to give everyone the image of a bright cackling flame. Tom sent him an amused smirk as if he knew what he was doing. Harry enjoyed music and fire, so why not put it together?

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Harry arched under the fingers that ran up his spine. Lips pressed against his throat as teeth slid over his skin.

"We play a dangerous game." Tom whispered.

Harry raised a brow.

"I wonder if that vampire and werewolf would kill me for touching you." He said breathlessly.

"Anything more then just touching and they most likely would." Harry admitted.

"Hmm."

Harry closed his eyes at the pleasurable feeling of lips on his own.

"I hesitate to call us lovers." Tom said suddenly as he pulled back.

"Hmm?"

"We are not lovers technically." He continued. "I know for a fact that the vampire and werewolf will take you someday. And I know you have your eyes on a few people."

Harry smirked slightly and kissed Tom's jaw.

"And you probably already know I've been with more then one person since my body was restored."

Harry nodded, still kissing the older man.

"So technically we are not lovers?"

"Does it matter?" Harry hummed.

"No." Tom said.

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Harry held the picture between two fingers, committing it to memory. Then he lowered the picture and looked at the man over the picture. The man was well dressed with two guards by him. Mafia bosses did looking intimidating but Harry found himself perfectly comfortable under the gaze of the tough looking guards and the scowl of the boss.

"What date does he need to be dead by?" Harry asked looking at the picture once more.

"He needs to be dead in one week." The man said simply. "I gave him a loan and he had not paid back. Thought he could avoid me." A snort. "But if he isn't dead in a week then my threat will be unfulfilled and that is unacceptable."

Harry nodded and looked at the picture once again. Vernon stared back at him a fake smile on his face.

"And his wife and child?"

The man frowned almost thoughtfully.

"I do not care what happens to them.

"They shall all be dead by tomorrow night then." Harry said.

The man gave a brief nod.

"If you finish this assignment I may wish to acquire your services again later. My men are good but they do not have the finesse of an assassin….I hope you're as good as my contact said."

Harry gave an absent nod as he felt a smirk take over.

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Harry stood in front of the door and knocked three times. No more. No less. As he waited for an answer he smirked darkly. This would be his first assassination mission where he didn't get the mission straight from Noir or Maen. This was one was also going to be one he enjoyed. A moment later the door swung open to show a tall giraffe like woman. His aunt Petunia. She took a moment to stare at him in surprise. He was wearing the clothes the designer had given him in the Black Market. He had fallen in love with the design.

Suddenly realization lit in her eyes and she tried to slam the door. Harry just slid in and shut the door softly behind him. She tried to yell but he cast a silencing charm. He gave a large smirk, maybe a little exaggerated, but it scared her senseless. She stumbled back tripping so she fell. Harry practically glided forwards and leaned over her, drawing a knife. He held it to her throat and she froze.

"Dear aunt petunia." He said mockingly. "Did you think you were free? I swore when I was younger I would get revenge. Revenge from you for forcing me to give up emotions, for giving me pain, for treating me like filth. I was your own flesh and blood and you treated me worse then an abused dog. And I'm here to get that revenge."

Without hesitation he stabbed the knife through her stomach. She gave a silent scream arching in pain as he let her drop to the floor, withering. Blood started to pool and he watched blankly. It took a few minutes but as she finally stilled he pulled the knife out. He then smirked and walked into the kitchen. Dudley was chomping down food as he watched the telly in the kitchen. He looked up and gave Harry a stupid look before glaring.

"What are you doing here freak?" He growled.

Harry gave a smirk and let his knife fly. It embedded in the boys head with a dull thud. A moment later he had the knife back, wiped clean. A minute after that he heard the sounds of Vernon walking down the stairs. He moved to the hall to greet the man. The man blinked in surprise at him then turned purple.

"What are you doing in my house freak?" He asked, spittle flying.

They had very imaginative nicknames for him. All the same. Harry gave a smirk and stepped aside, motioning to Petunia. For a moment Vernon stared at his wife in shock. Then he paled.

"Y-you're insane!"

Harry gave a dark smirk and stepped forwards.

"Possibly." He said.

"T-they'll catch you." The man stuttered stepping back.

Harry gave a small smirk.

"How? I've used scent erasing spells. I've left no blood, hair, fingerprints, or DNA around. None of the neighbours saw me enter as I used disillusion charms. How will they catch me Dursely?"

"The freaks-"

"Have no idea I ever left the place or dislike you."

"Their m-m-magic-"

"Is blocked by mine. The mafia sent me Vernon. They'll turn a lot of attention away from this. You're a walking corpse Dursely."

Before the man could move Harry was next to him, casting a spell that chained him to the floor. He tried to scream as chains pulled him to the floor but silencing spells were already in place. Harry leaned over smirking as he wrapped his arms around his uncle's neck. He was wearing gloves of course. He smirked at the man as he struggle to gasp for air. Harry watched as he effectively choked the man to death, watching as he struggled pitifully.

When Vernon stopped flailing against the chains and his heart beat stopped Harry levitated all three bodies out the back door. Then he raised a hand and lit a fire ball as large as his head. It was a light blue, meaning quite hot, just not ash-on-contact. He tossed it at the house and watched as it seemed to splash across the wall. Instantly the place started to burn. Harry just smirked again before Apparating off.

Finally that chore was finished. And it was enjoyable in the end.

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End of Chapter 25.