Despite the fact that bodyguard work wasn't his usual MO, Harry nevertheless had a firm grasp of the concepts required to be a good one.

Alertness.

A willingness to quickly and efficiently take out any threat to his employer.

And perhaps the most important of all, the ability not to get too emotionally attached to the VIP.

That last one was a bit of an issue, even in his usual line of work, since he couldn't help but feel a touch concerned for those close to him. Even if he knew full well that they had more than enough experience in dealing with dangerous situations. But for Fizzarolli, any emotional ties he had were mercenary in nature. He kept him safe, and he would get a cash reward while also ensuring that he didn't have a certain Sin screaming for his head.

However, just because he was a trained hitman, didn't mean that he didn't feel a touch of concern for the now nervous looking Jester.

Because no one, except the people on his shit list, deserved to be insulted by a crazily obsessed basement dweller.

"I'M TALKING TO YOU FIZZAROLLI! OR SHOULD I SAY TRASHAROLLI! CAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE ACT IS YOU SELFISH ARRGOANT PIECE OF SHIT! TRA..."

He didn't know why he chose to act the way he did.

Maybe it was the sight of his employer showing genuine concern for their client while he was looking like a deer caught in the head lights.

Or maybe because there was something about this slovenly dressed nerdish Imp that made him want to go forgo a quick and relatively painless death for something that would make him wish for death.

All he knew was that this Incel, a term he had heard Loona and Via occasionally use when talking about various pathetic of losers, was crossing the line between fan and lunatic.

And therefore was worthy of having a knife press against his stomach.

"Move along shit bag! Or your shirt's gonna be adding a brand-new stain to it."

Wasn't his best threat. But frankly, this guy didn't deserve his best.

Especially since he was too stupid to understand just how close he was to having his belly split open.

"STILL HAVING YOUR GOONS TALK FOR YOUR FIZAROLLI?! AM I STILL NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU TO SPEND A WORD ON?! FUCKING PUSS..GRKKK!"

Though he enjoyed this asshole's grunt of pain as he drove his dagger's pommel into his guts, Harry's moment of satisfaction proved to be all too brief as Blitzo finally decided to chip in and help.

"Nice work kid, but next time use the pointy end of your little pig sticker. Satan knows Hell would be better off without this perverted asshole walking around."

Shooting his employer a look of confusion as he moved away from the doubled over Imp, Harry felt himself frowning in disgust as Blitzo revealed that this wasn't just some angrily obsessed fan.

It was an angrily obsessed fan with a past history of perverted behavior.

"I remember you Fucko! If you know what's good for you, you'll take your dirty boxer smelling ass and go back to your momma's basement before we start cutting off pieces you really don't want to cut off."

Deciding it would a waste of breath to point out that one couldn't really use a gun to cut off someone's extremities, shooting off sure but one needed an attachment if there was going to be any cutting or stabbing, the black-haired dragon let out a disappointed huff at the Creep decided to finally show common sense by backing off.

Albeit with one last parting insult.

"Fine! I'll fuck off! But I'll be watching your lame ass performance Fizzarolli! And when you crash and burn, I'll be there to remind you of the greatness we could have...GRKKK!"

...

Normally, he would have enjoyed the sight of the Kid using his 'force powers'.

Even if they were the type of delusional asshole that probably got off on being put in a stranglehold.

But today wasn't about his personal enjoyment. It was about looking after Fizz.

And right now, Blitzo could tell that his friend was not in a mood to watch a past tormentor het his fully deserved comeuppance. So he did what anyone would do if they saw their friend in a shitty place.

Try to take their mind of things.

"Ok Fizz, I think that's enough time dealing with your adoring public. Why don't we get you to your dressing room and we can..."

Crack

He wasn't sure which was worse.

The fact that Fizz was looking more panicked than he was before.

Or the fact that he had been too focused on helping his friend deal with his panic attack to watch the Kid use his magic to snap a neck.

In the end, he chose to voice his displeasure with the second option.

"Fucking Christ on a stick kid, next time warn a guy before you start putting on a show like that."

And wouldn't he know it, the green-eyed brat was sending him an expression that made him almost believe that he sprang from Moxxie's baby hammer.

Though his 'I don't give a shit' attitude was a less adorable version of his Loony's.

"Why? We were hired to protect this guy. And as far as I could tell, this shit stain was only gonna cause problems if we let him live."

"Which is the only reason why I'm not docking your pay for this!"

"Why? Because you wanted to kill him?"

"Because if there's gonna be any magical executions while we're on the clock, I wanna be able to know what hand movements you do to do it!"

"Why the fuck would that matter? It's not like I'd ever do that to you!"

"Wait a few years and you just might."

"I would never try to kill you like that!"

"What?! No! I was refereing to...eh you know what never mind."

"No! Tell me what you meant."

"Well its really a conversation your parents should given you, but I suppose I can serve as an acceptable substitute. You see kiddo, when two Imps love each other very much.."

"Both of you SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Happy though he was to see Fizz recovering from his panic attack, Blitzo nevertheless felt a bit annoyed with his timing. If only because a few seconds more he would have made great strides in ensuring that the Kid had a few more years before he was comfortable in playing with his 'little dragon'.

Still, he wasn't about to reveal his intentions since his friend's angry expression was enough to tell him that it was time to get back to work.

"Your right Fizz. Tonight's not about turning the kid off anything related to BDSM, its about you kicking ass. So lets move it people. This Imp's got a show to win."

And despite the weird looks he was getting from Fizz and his preteen employee, Blitzo was nevertheless happy to see them fall in line.

If only because he could now look forward to a pair of fish scaled skanks getting put in their place.

...

He would never admit it to anyone, for to show any sign of weakness was a sure fire way to get one's ass handed to them, but Mammon had been a little worried when word reached him of what had happened to one of Fizzy's more 'enthusiastic' fanboys.

Not because he cared for that creepy waste of space. Shit, that little dragon and his depressing guardian actually did him a favor there since no one got to touch his Fizzy unless they paid in full.

And not because it might convince the other weirdos to stay at home and spend their money on things he couldn't profit from.

But because it had the potential of throwing his current brand baby off his game.

An easy win for his competition meant fans would be bored.

And if they were bored that meant he had a lesser chance to convince them to fork over their money.

However, his concern about his profit margin's proved to be unfounded since the opening curtain revealed Fizz ready to do his best to retain his position for another year.

And a good thing too since this competition was serving to prove that he had been right to open this competition to chicks.

The majority of them were lame. Proving his long-held claim that women couldn't be as funny as a guy.

But the twins had potential.

He wasn't sure if it was because they came from Levy's Ring, or because they weren't shying away from using their tight little bodies to win the crowed.

But since it was enough to keep pace with Fizzy's slightly predictable performance, that ballon crown was a nice touch, Mammon was already making plans on how to rebrand his 'company' image to reflect a more 'feminist' ideal.

Yeah it would be a pain in the neck to use the same business model as the limp dicked rooster. But if he stood to make a fortune by catering to the old adage that 'sex sells', he wouldn't complain.

Especially since he wouldn't have to deal with Ozzy interfering over management decisions. Levy was a lot more chill when it came to using the plebs for the betterment of the elite.

Though if he was being honest he was getting ahead of himself.

The competition wasn't finished yet. And Fizzy still had one more chance to convince the crowd that he had chops to secure his position for another year.

And not that he would ever admit it, but he was hoping that he would win.

For even if he had his factories on standby to stop producing Fizzy related items, it would take hours to start new production lines.

And while he would make money either way, he always preferred no delays in his cash stream. Even if he stood to make a mint from not only a new line of sex dolls, but also from those that wanted to sample the real thing.

And with two of them, he would have all the excuse he needed to double his usual asking price.

And if the fish twigs didn't like it, he didn't fucking care.

...

While he knew he should be just a little bit firmer with his son, for even if Harry knew already knew all the material he didn't want to encourage bad habits, Moxxie was nevertheless thrilled at the prospect of spending the weekend with his child.

And not just because Millie seemed determined as ever to fatten him up.

Honestly he was a bit jealous of Harry's metabolism. If only because he couldn't match a fraction of his boy's appetite without somebody, usually Loona and Blitzo, making jokes about his figure.

But luckily, he wouldnt have to deal with them until it was time to go back to work.

His employer had decided to spend the weekend in the Greed Ring for some body guard work. He didn't really care since the passing of his fath..Crimson meant he had no reason to set food in that toxic circle ever again. And surprisingly Blitzo had respected his request.

Loona might make an appearance if it was to pick Harry up so they could go over to the Goetia mansion. But for his son's sake, he could tolerate the Hellhound's presence so long as her visit remained short.

Truly things were shaping up to be a good day.

Or at least they had been before a familiar swirling portal appeared in his living room.

By itself that wasn't the issue since he had been expecting Harry's more amicable tutor to drop him off.

But judging by the less than pleased expression that was currently being worn by the multi eyed Goetia, and the fact that his son was no where in sight, that was enough to make him concerned.

Especially since he was holding a letter that bore his child's name in a familiar spider like scrawl.

...

Annnnnd gonna stop here.

The arc will be wrapped up next chapter, and will see the start of the whole 'Heir of Slytherin/Opening of the Chamber storyline.'

Just to address some things that have been brought to my attention over the last little while.

While I am both flattered/convinced it is a scam, I am not interested in collaborating with artists to do a comic series on my stories.

Secondly, have received a lot of msgs about the direction of this story, specifically how close I am keeping it to the main plots/the point of fanfic is to change things, the tendency to let some characters live for future use, and Harry's skill set.

I always thought fanfic was a cool way to share one's viewpoints on various stories. Specifically in a matter that they find interesting, be it drastic changes in the plot (caused by either major or minor triggers). If you do not like the story that is fine, since everyone has different tastes. But there is no need to insult my stories, be it the plot or writing style.

If you wish to leave a review that shows that your disagreement with the story's direction, please be respectful.

Anyways...a brief update on this story's progression...unsure when next update will be since I have FINALLY gotten around to working on my other stories (Vader Goblin Bane, Revenge of the Empire, Down with Britannia), as well as a new one XD (Avatar: The Sky Demons). So the pace of writing this one will be slowed.

Hopefully not for too long.

Plz review, no flames.

Til next time.