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Me & My Demons

Okay sooooo I was like hmm this little plot won't go away, it caught me and held me hostage so I Have to share it with everyone. There will be Harry point of view of everything and let me say, you def want to look at Blaise point of view in his story and explaining of things. But let me give you a look into Harry's Introduction. ❤️❤️❤️

You are my first Hello. My hated Goodbye. The first person I think of in the morning and my desired dreams. You're never too selfish, my love because if your love is selfish then I am the greediest man there is to live. I want to own you not just in mind body or soul but in everything in your life. I wish to hide you in away so only I can lay my eyes on your beauty, to be blessed with your smile and hear your laughter. — Unknown

Harry looked at his ‘aunt’ Petunia as if she was but a bug that he was going to dissect. She was shaking while making breakfast for her family under his watchful eyes looking for a mistake. He was tall for a seven-year-old and filled out.

“I will be visiting the Ibrahim family.” My real family was left unspoken making her flinch at the name of the family that lived down the street from them.

“Y-yes, that is fine.” A smile crossed his face, enjoying the fear he was seeing. “I expect you and others to behave without me having to remind you.”

A whimper fell from her lips, they couldn’t afford if Vernon lost another finger or toe to an ’accident’. “Then I shall take my leave.” With that he spun on his heel walking away, it was summer break and wanted to see his Ahki and Okht.

Harry walked down the street, he narrowed his eyes seeing curtain movement across the street. That women is always watching me… I’ll tell bābā about this. With that he moved faster before pulling his own personal key out to unlock the door for private drive Seven.

“Marhaba Hashim.” He hears from the kitchen as smell of delicious breakfast that makes his stomach growl. He steps out of his shoes and place them in the cubby in the corner. He shuffles to the kitchen looking at the woman he consider his mom, the one who took him in as if he was her own child.

“Hello Omm.” He greets back, today she was wearing a black dress with golden leaf embroider in the dress. Her hair was hidden by her by hijab that matched her dress, today fashion style was the al-amira.

“Sit down, the others will be down. Today we will be going over your lessons and practicing wandless magic before visiting the bank.” Her lip slightly curled up slightly before smoothing back out was the only indicator of visiting the creatures at Gringotts bank.

“Of course Omm, I will be sure bābā and I will be as quick as possible.” He did not want his Omm to be in presence longer than she needed. They were beneath her after all.

The others soon came down greeting him as he waited for them to sit down so they can eat. While they didn’t follow all the rules of their people they still tried to blend both worlds together for the children so they didn’t stand out.

He was comfortable listening to everyone speak, eating a salad and occasionally scooping up hummus with a piece of the flatbread. “Hashim, have you finished reading book on meditation I lent you?” Aamaal spoke, she patted her lips with her napkin.

“Yes, Okht I have. It was enlightening as always, you have blessed me.” He smiled emerald eyes glistening. They used keywords just encase anyone was listening. “The Dursley enjoyed the meditation very much so as well, they were quite in bliss.”

He liked the book, while it was fun to watch them bleed, he had to be careful to make sure they looked fine or they could pass it off as an accident. But Aamaal was skillful in breaking someone or dragging out torture of the mind. She wrote it in a book that only family can access and let Harry borrowed it and the Dursley were just so willing.

“Good Hashim, I should stop for a visit.” She smiled back ruby red lips pulled into a poisonous smile. Aidan smiled ruffling Harry hair, “Good job.”

Harry ducked his head, while he is used to praises it was different with his family. They were different an exception to the rule, their words meant more to him than the sheep outside the door. “Ahki stop you are flustering him.”

Aamaal saving him from further embarrassment that Aidan would no doubt inflect with his words or worse affection. Aidan laughed yet flicked his wrist to stop the knife from hitting him. Harry watched in amusement how the knife moved as if a drill yet held in the air.

“No practicing at the table, wait till we begin lesson and Hashim good work I almost didn’t notice the new tea.” All three of them straighten up hearing Ahdia spoke her. While her voice gave nothing away her eyes held a love and affection for her children.

“Sorry Omm.” “Thank you, Omm.” Choired out from all three of them. “Relax, Ya Hayati.” Harisah reached to place his hand over his wife. “Your sweet, Rohi. But if the children break another dish then you will be the one dealing with my anger.” Harisah lost some color turning back to them. “Listen to your mother.”

After that everyone went back to talking and planning for after lesson, Hashim tilted his head as if listening to something. His magic was stirring and receding as if a tsunami under his skin as if something was calling it from a distant but still far. How odd it hadn’t done that in a while, he will have to look into that later.

With breakfast done and helping his Omm because he wasn’t lazy. Still he kept an eye on his magic wondering what this phenomenon is. He would find out what caused it and get his answers.

With that in mind, he headed for his room to change into his clothes for their lessons with his siblings, going to the basement that stood on the mats. Today they were to practice hand-to-hand combat then weapon training before using their magic. He watched Aamaal with slight envy she moved like a dancer, graceful and flexible like water hard to get a hold of before slipping thru your fingers.

Aidan was the different he was like a storm that snuck up on you and was fast as lightning overwhelming his opponent with his attacks not giving them room to think or try to predict his attack. He made their focus on his next hit and not what he was doing till it was to late. Harry watched with bated breath as Aidan copy Aamaal move of slight of hands with a blade.

Aamaal and Aidan were always amazed by Hashim, how he picked up training like a sponge and truly was like them. He was a raging inferno that drew life in before snuffing it out, he was silent as a shadow moving with the grace of an apex predator and just as vicious. How he toy with his opponent before sinking his blade thru them and only frown as if disappointed with the lack of a true fight.

They were trained to take over the guild or league depending on who was asked, like their father and mother and their ancestor before them. They were the equalizer to take down threats of the world to get rid of the corruption and make it look like an accident. The training was brutal some don’t survive to see the next day but those who did were loyal.

There was no leaving the guild, to leave was to be hunted around the world always in hiding and if you had family they were targeted till you returned to the guild and accept your punishment. Harry made it clear he wasn’t leaving, it was his home and he would be the next Head as Aidan made it clear he doesn’t want the position content with training the new recruits. Aamaal was busy with information gathering to care for the spot saying it would be to distracting for her.

To be official and recognize member one must finish fifty missions thru extreme climates, no help or resource beside what you had on you while wearing magic damping cuffs. If capture one either must escape on their own while enduring torture which they all should have learned to endure thanks to Aamaal and Omm or use the escape they all carry on them. If they escape then they must start over again while the Guild erased what ever capture them.

Harry was aiming to be the youngest to ever accomplish becoming a member of the guild, and he had a perfect little dummies to test out anything he learned or study in the books at his aunt’s home. The training was brutal but left Harry feeling the ever comforting thrill under his skin, his magic buzzing at with the hunger of blood as he flicked his blade clean, ready to be used on any target in his sight. He gripped the handle tighter looking at his bābā.

“Your training is going to be cut short Hashim, we need to go or else we will be late for the meeting with your family accountant.” Harisah spoke looking down at his son, Harry nodded before bowing to his father. Disappearing from his sight as soon as Harisah looked to his remaining children and members using the guild portals in the basement.

Harry took a quick shower before dressing in the suit his Omm must have laid out. The jacket button went up from his left side then curved before buttoning up his chest a unique design for him to hide his blades. It was black with golden leaf embroider with a dragon going up his right arm it covered a bit of his legs, but the slacks covered that before sliding on his shoes over his socks.

He headed downstairs after making sure he tamed his hair a bit. His Omm stopped to lock him over before nodding approving him. “Good, He is waiting for you out back. I need to continue your sibling's lessons so I cannot go. Behave my little one.”

She caressed his head, it was the most affection she dear displayed out in the open before turning to leave. Harry missed the warmth but masked it behind his walls and moved to where his bābā wait. He closed his eyes as they apparate to the point before gracefully moving to the bank.

Letting his magic leak out, the people parted like the sea, they might not know why or that they did it but their magic while feeble sensed a predator amongst them. He looked at them with barely contain disgust, how pathetic they are weak fools who let themselves go doing nothing but the bare minimum not trying to get strong or work to learn rather railing behind someone stronger. Yet they look down on muggles but at least they advance themselves creating new things since they lack magic and work their bodies and muscles truly the wizarding world in Britain is weak.

Yet his grandfather wanted something that was stolen from them and he will retrieve it, He was going to be the one to find it. He amused himself daydreaming of ruling this little community building it to greatness before dismissing it as he enter the bank, he liked watching the goblins they interest him. They were warrior and treated them as such yet they were weary of his family something about one of family ancestor assassinating them leaving only leaving their calling card behind as a warning to not betray them.

“Lord Ibrahim, Heir Potter.” Griphook acknowledge them before guiding them to a office, they never had to wait. His family didn’t want to risk anyone getting a look of his scar even with it covered under makeup it was better to be cautious and paranoid than be taken by surprised. They went over his account seeing his money being payment to a Dumbledore, payment to his aunt Petunia for child care, and payment to a Weasley family.

That wouldn’t do he didn’t know any Weasley, nor a Dumbledore and well he would just have to get every bit of money off his Aunt and Uncle they should of told him about it sooner. He smiled at the though of what games he could play only mildly disappointed he wouldn’t be able to do anything to Dudley. “What can you tell me about the Weasley and This Dumbledore character and why they are getting paid if I never met them or authorize this transaction?”

Griphook looked at him before shuffling some paperwork around till he found what is needed, a frown gracing his face.

“Well Heir Potter it is stated That Dumbledore is your magical Guardian so he has access to some of your money not all. Odd…” The goblin frowned reading father as the paper crinkled under his grip.

“It seems Heir Potter some other things need to be discussed as well.” Griphook spoke sitting the paper down, “I never met this Dumbledore person a day in my life. How can he be my Magic Guardian? If so I would like to remove him and have Lord Ibrahim as my new Guardian and have it done discretely.”

Griphook made a face but nodded, “There is a payment for that. 150 should be fitting.” Harry narrowed his eyes. “90 since it was an obvious oversight since no one asked if I approved of this.” Griphook leaned forward, “95 and we will take care of getting your money back.”

Harry hummed before nodding, “Acceptable. What else is there to discuss?” Griphook smiled showing his teeth it would make a lesser man flinch but it only amused harry.

“It seems your parent's Will was sealed but nothing shows why it was sealed. It will take some time to unseal it of course. It also shows that you were also made the Heir of the Black family by your godfather who appears to be incapacitated at the time. Of course if you take that heir ship you would need to do some blood test and magic test before receiving the ring and talk with their family accountant.”

Harry tilted his head, he has a godfather? His birth parent's Will was sealed without view? This seem to be getting stranger by the minute, glancing at his father he could see his father was thinking about something putting together pieces that Harry himself couldn’t see.

“I will take it, find out why my godfather is incapacitated and why my Parent’s will was sealed. When will I need to do the blood test and magic test?” He was curious while he may not feel anything for people he didn’t know like his birth parents he would honor them by figuring out something like this. And he wanted to see if this person who they chose as his godfather was worthy if not he could cut him loose.

The discussion moved on to making appointment for the test and haggling reasonable price for everything before leaving out of the bank whispering to his father. When he felt it his magic stirring as if pulling at something when he saw the most beautiful person. An Angel amongst the mortals, He looked the other over noting how they made him think warm yet dark caramel as they moved under the sun, their outfit was all black with appears to be a beautiful white snake wrapped around him.

He watched from the corner of his eye how the other danced between people not touching them he could understand something that beautiful shouldn’t have such filth touch them. How the other tried not to draw attention to himself as he got closer to the bank yet as soon as he was close the other paused looking at him. Did he feel it to?

He couldn’t help but turn to look back, he notice the full lips set in a small pout the strong nose and then brows with lashes that framed the unique Lilac eyes. The other kept their face blank, but Harry noted the twitch of fingers and crinkle of eyes the other was bothered by something, but what. He couldn’t feel or sense something what could bother his angel?

The snake lifted its head, huh, so it wasn’t decoration how cute. ‘$ Leave my hatchling alone you demon! $” He couldn’t help but look at her in amusement, he could behead her but it would probably upset his angel. He kept his eye on his angel when he felt it.

It was like a siren song, yet the call of battle. Soothing yet thrilling it made him want to relax yet boiled his bleed for the next fight. So intoxication He wanted more to sink his teeth into it and drink all down and it was coming from his angel, how perfect. He watched how the other hurried and he wanted to stop him but he was quick and blending in with the people.

Its okay he can still feel the other, reaching out with his own he tried to grasp the other location when it vanished as soon as he touched it. He cursed in his mind, vowing to find and hunt down his angel to make him, his. “Hashim?” He heard his father call for his attention noting the amusement in his papa eyes. “He got away.”

He heard the soft laughter, “If I am correct that was Heir Blaise Zabini, his mother is Cecilia Zabini.” Harry smirked a little Blaise Zabini. He found more with less. With that they hurried home, he excused himself from dinner as he had something to handle at his Aunt house.

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