The Shadow Assassin

The next morning as the sun rose and colored the English sky with light, and the sounds of the outside drifted in on the summery breeze through the open windows that Harry surprisingly allowed; Tom's gaze was hazy as he began to wake from his sleep and he turned to the soft noise of rustling fabrics. Only to blink somewhat before he groaned and felt his body warm to what he saw now.

Harry stood there; god-like and ethereal, and already awake, showered, and getting himself prepared for the beginning of his new mission. Lean and muscular legs clad in the skin-tight black dragon-hide leather pants; showing off every forbidden curve of his legs and his ass. The fastenings not even done yet, so Tom saw the clear outline of his boxer briefs that were slightly tented now from his staring at him.

Which meant Harry was aware he was awake and watching him.

Tom then noticed the very nearly transparent mesh shirt and the assassin guild's insignia tattoo on his mate's back; the mark looking more like it was burnt into the skin than having been inked in with a needle. Giving Tom various emotions that he did not need to be thinking right now, as they would only serve to anger him

Then, there was the sleeveless and scaled metal chain vest over the mesh shirt that was laid off to the side; serving as an extra layer of protection underneath the armor Harry wore. Enchanted with spells; practically all the pieces were to varying degrees for certain things. The same full regalia armor would be used here today; to deter his followers from acting rashly, despite of whom Harry was when revealed.

Though Tom didn't know exactly how Harry wanted to be revealed yet; he hadn't said.

Harry eyed Tom with a smirking smile then, "Good morning, Tom. Sleep well?" He asked amusedly

Tom's face then mirrored Harry's in a smirk whilst he languidly moved and stretched his body out for him, "Of course I did; though I would have definitely slept better had I been able to claim you, but I know you wouldn't have allowed me to do that.

Not yet; at least." He spoke softer

Harry made a noise of agreement as he turned his back to him; Tom idly roaming his gaze to his mate's very round behind. Harry's lips quirked in the mirror, "Your gaze is all too apparent of where it is going, my dear."

Harry then began to brush his long hair till it was flowing like black silk and shined flawlessly; looking very regal and elegant as he did the task. Then proceeded to gather it and tie it up as per normal for when he had armor on.

"I have already looked over the lists of the suspected traitors you left for me on the coffee table in my den; I must say...things have gotten rather, out of hand. Especially considering it is you I speak of; the Dark Lord who I know values his control."

Harry then hardened his eyes, "However; I can already confirm a few of the names for you as traitors."

Tom was suddenly much more awake as he then snapped his eyes to Harry. The man who his mate had grown into did not even look fazed by any of this; nor that he was hesitant to end their lives.

As an assassin for hire; that didn't surprise Tom either. It actually; in some manner, gave Tom a bit of comfort knowing Harry could well hold his own if provoked. That he wouldn't need to constantly rely on Tom, or for Tom to constantly be concerned for Harry's safety.

"Severus Snape being the most dangerous of them all." Harry spoke cold, "He's the one who gave you the Prophecy in its half form; not knowing it was fake. Then when it revealed my mother as one of the potential targets, and because he loved her...he begged you to spare her life."

Hary sneered, "Not mine. Not my father's life; just hers." Harry breathed, "To some degree; I understand him not wishing to spare my biological father. But he also didn't want me; as James's spawn, or so he'd claim.