Rewritten chapter
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Taking a moment to process what her boss had just said, Millie turned towards her husband with a questioning look on her face.
"Mox, what's he talking about?" Millie asked, still concerned as to why the rest of her coworkers looked anxious and slightly agitated.
Frowning as her question caused Moxxie to rub his head in nervous embarrassment, the female imp felt her eyes narrowing in suspicion as for some reason, her husband tried his usual manner of stalling for time.
"Well…it's kind of a long story, hon." he replied, flinching at the way his wife crossed her arms and raised a brow at him.
"Oh that's total bullshit Mox! And you fucking know it!" Blitzo exclaimed, vein pulsing on his forehead as his eyes glowed angrily.
Turning her attention to her annoyed-looking employer, Millie found herself nodding her head in agreement as her husband chastised the taller Imp.
"Sir please! Need I remind you, that a child is present?"
Shooting the surprisingly quiet little boy a soft smile of encouragement, something that was shyly returned as he hid behind the strangely indulgent hellhound, the red-skinned female was prevented from doing more than that thanks to the dismissive attitude of her boss.
"Oh big deal! Considering the shit hole we pulled him from, I think it's safe to say that he's heard a lot more than what I've said. And furthermore-." Blitzo paused, before turning to the child with his own arms crossed. "Speaking of which, how old are you again kid?"
Eyes narrowing as she watched the raven-haired child slightly flinch at Blitzo's question, though it probably had more to do with the way her boss had went about asking it, Millie felt herself frowning at his response.
"I'm eight years old."
Eyes widening with disbelief, and noticing that she wasn't the only one to react in such a manner to this information, the black-haired imp held her tongue as her boss loudly and rudely stated what they were all thinking, albeit with a somewhat amused chuckle.
"Eight? Look kid, I appreciate the effort, but if you're gonna be working for me I'm gonna need you to be a little more convincing when you're lying".
At this point, the child's expression went from slightly nervous to something resembling annoyance.
"But I'm not lying. My uncle and aunt took me in when I was found in a basket at their door."
Though his words earned a frown from both herself and her husband, as well as a light growling from Loona, Millie could tell that Blitzo hadn't been convinced.
"Points for sticking with your story kid, but still not buying it." he said smugly, much to Harry's frustration.
"The kid is telling the truth, Blitzo." Loona stated firmly, reaching down with her hand and patting the boy gently on the head.
Grateful that someone had finally decided to move past the stunned silence and voice their support of the boy's claims, even if the ramifications of such a thing were far from pleasant, Millie was still somewhat shocked that the first person to come to the boy's defence was Loona of all demons. She still remembered that time the hellhound had 'wanted to blow off some fucking steam' as she had put it, and ended up kicking a demon's baby stroller outside the office.
A disbelief that was shared by their boss.
"Oh come on Loona not you too. I mean look at him. Can you honestly look at this kid and say he's eight years old?" he asked skeptically.
Nodding her head in agreement, if only because Blitzo did have a point regarding the kid's rather shrunken appearance, Millie felt a slight sense of foreboding creep up her spine as her husband answered their boss's question.
"You could if you remember where his guardians were forcing him to live." Moxxie muttered darkly.
Her eyes caught the way the child flinched at the word 'guardian' and the female imp turned towards Moxxie with a noticeable degree of iciness in her tone. Besides that one child they had been all too happy to kill once they got confirmation they were the target, Millie's maternal instincts were beginning to flare up within as she processed everything that had been said up to this point.
"Wait…where were they forcing him to live?" she asked stiffly, getting the sense that the boy's small and almost skeleton-like demeanor betrayed details she'd rather not think about.
Feeling her eyes narrow as she saw her husband's expression change from disgust into one of nervousness, Millie's expression turned less pleasant as he tried to dodge the question.
"It...it doesn't matter honey. The point is that he doesn't have to go ba-"
"WHERE were they forcing him to live, Mox?" she snapped, for once not using her husband's full name.
Though usually far more patient with her husband's more anxious mannerisms, being one of the many things she loved about him, Mille found she wasn't in any mood to tolerate them at the moment.
Especially when he stopped being a pussy and gave her the answer she wished had been different.
"...in a cupboard underneath the stairs." he replied nervously.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence, and Loona and Blitzo opened their mouths to say something before-
"WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!"
Millie's hands automatically went for her weapons as the enraged imp prepared herself to punish those who would dare mistreat a child. It didn't matter if this child was saved from that type of lifestyle by her coworkers or that these were the type of messed up humans they took out on a daily basis.
NO ONE treated a kid like this and got away with it.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?! I'M GONNA FUCKIN' DROWN THEM IN THEIR OWN BLOOD AFTER I RIP OFF THEIR-!"
Millie quickly found her rage disappearing as she took note of the scared expression on the malnourished kid's face. Her eyes immediately lost their ominous yellow glow, and her features softened down to normal as she lowered her blades weapons down to her sides.
"Oh…I'm sorry honey. Didn't mean to scare ya."
Smiling in what she hoped to be a comforting manner, Millie quickly sported a small scowl as Blitzo proved to be as helpful as he usually was whenever taking part in tense and/or emotional situations.
"We'll, you could have fooled me. I haven't seen you this pissed off since...since uh…Loona help me out here!" Blitzo asked desperately.
But it was clear that no help would be coming from the grey furred hellhound. For in a rare, if not impossible display of helpfulness, Loona was currently patting the head of the child that had just latched himself to her leg.
"I can't, I'm busy." she muttered, ignoring the shocked looks upon all of the other members of I.M.P.
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"So what's your name kid"?
Though her tone was dry, Loona found herself genuinely interested in learning the human's name. She even allowed a small smile to cross her lips as the black haired child looked up and answered her.
"I'm...I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
Pleased at the undeniable evidence that the kid was finally beginning to accept that he was safe, the pony-tailed hellhound felt some of her good mood leaving her as their tiny dicked co-worker decided to interfere.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Harry. My name is Moxxie, and that lovely woman over there is my wife Millie."
Fighting the urge to growl at Moxie's attempts to replace her as the kid's favorite, though she was still unsure as to why she was feeling this way, Loona quickly found her eyes drawn downward at the sound of Harry's voice.
"And who are you?!
Smirking at the black haired human, and noticing that her adoptive father/owner was currently sulking, she answered his question.
"The name's Loona kid. And that goofy asshole over there is Blitzo."
And naturally, Loona's casual, yet unmistakably dismissive tone served to annoy Blitzo far greater than any insult could have.
"Oh real mature Looney! Really feeling the love here! But let's get back to the matter at hand. Millie. Contact our client to let him know that the job's finished. And if anyone needs me, I'll be in my office while the three of you have your little 'custody' battle." Blitzo said while making sarcastic quotations with his hands before flipping them all off. He then trudged off while muttering under his breath.
Rolling her eyes at the Imp's attempt to make it appear that he had everything under control, Loona then released a scoff as Millie tried to ensure that Harry developed a degree of respect for the former circus performer.
"Don't take him too seriously Harry. Our boss is just a little.…"
She couldn't resist the opening the female Imp gave her, even if Moxxie managed to go before her.
"Idiotic?"
"Self-absorbed to the point of stupidity?"
Though surprised at having finally found some common ground with the bowtie-wearing Imp, the canine woman was less than surprised at the response they received for their insulting, yet nonetheless accurate description of their boss.
"I CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU IN THERE!"
Snickering at Blitzo's insulted tone, Loona once again felt the odd desire to kill something at the sound of Harry sticking up for her boss.
"Oh, it's okay." said Harry as he wringed his hands together anxiously. "Actually…he's a lot nicer than my uncle."
Releasing another tense growl at this piece of information, it was only thanks to Loona's enhanced hearing that she heard the words of a deceptively calm Millie, even as both her and her husband's eyes narrowed and glew an ominous yellow.
"Moxxie, can I speak with you for a moment…privately?" she asked in a stiff voice.
Watching with mild amusement as the usually henpecked imp wordlessly followed his wife into the staff eating area, Loona turned her attention back towards the currently frowning child with a slightly awkward smile.
"So kid, what do you normally do for fun?"
The answer she received would have been funny if she didn't already know about his previous living conditions.
"Well…I don't really know. I liked reading books in the school library, but that's only because Dudley was banned from the place after knocking over a couple of shelves. Otherwise…I don't really know."
Having come to a similar conclusion after she had taken in the sight of his less-than-spacious living quarters, Loona settled for giving a non-snarky response to his answer.
"That's...rather depressing kid. However, I think I know just the right thing to cure it!" Loona said, putting as much enthusiasm into her tone as she could.
And while it was barely noticeable, the grey furred hellhound could nevertheless see the same type of mischief-loving spark that she herself had carried before the hound had entered, as Blitzo called it, her 'rebellious' phase."
"Really?" he asked. "What did you have in mind?"
Deciding to keep it a surprise, Loona gently led Harry into an area that always managed to cheer her up when feeling bored…and ignoring the other warmth in her chest as he held her furry hand firmly, but caringly.
And her tail wasn't wagging either at it, and she would rip the throats of anyone who claimed so.
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Once again a big thanks to NightFury994 for their editing efforts.