Harry was stolen from the doorstep of Privet Drive; by someone who knew what Albus planned to use the child for, yet balked at it because his views of what was needed were skewed. Not to mention; the Prophecy was fake...Harry grew up strong, determi...
Lucius might not betray Tom or Harry for himself; but she knew well enough that parents would go to the ends of the Earth to save their children when they'd done something dangerously stupid and there was a price needing paid. And, she'd seen the way both Lucius and Narcissa eyed their son at times when he would watch Harry with Tom; how pale they'd get when Draco reacted and somewhat showed his emotions and feelings towards it.
Narcissa looked extremely worried for her son; not knowing what he was getting into. Lucius; he was harder to read, but Maharet had the suspicions that he knew Tom and Harry were bonded mates and tried not to overreact.
His son was of age now; if he did something stupid...there was little he could do to spare him the wrath from the Dark Lord that he may incur.
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Harry's injuries had faded now and he began to feel more himself; more whole and his mindset was better than it had been for several years, and so Maharet had given him the all clear to begin training again. Harry had expressed his intentions; to begin trying a new method of training out with himself first. One that would, hopefully, not allow his relapses to occur as often if at all.
If the method worked as he hoped; he would be integrating it into the new recruits program and overhaul what was there. Substitute things as needed and as cleanly accurate as possible, but still keep the lessons all assassins needed to learn to survive and to be successful.
It was October now and Samhain was just around the corner; and the gardens were looking lovely for the colors of the flowers that the elves had planted seasonally amidst the ever-changing trees to their reds, oranges, and yellows.
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(The Autumn Gardens at Slytherin Chateau; not the Family Gardens, but the ones for everyone to use and to enjoy)
Harry loved to train outside on the nice days where the sun was out and there was a brisk, cool breeze. The weather had been unseasonably warm this year; so the now chilly breezes were a welcome thing. He loved it when Tom would join him outside and simply watch him train or bring his research materials to study as he did so.
Harry smiled softly to himself in thought; this change of how he was training...it seemed to be working. It focused on keeping his outlook positive without the constant reminders of his career; of the importance of his contracts. Tom had told Harry that he wasn't voiding the contract he asked for; but until Harry was healed and ready to continue it...he would have to put it on pause.
Harry had, graciously, accepted that notion. Though he was sort-of upset by it; it felt like Tom didn't think he could handle the contract anymore. Of which he knew was preposterous; Tom had told him multiple times that he knew Harry would finish it.
He tensed slightly as he felt another approach; one who did not feel like Tom, and so he resumed his sword practice. Harry momentarily eyed them; it appeared Draco was taking advantage of the fact that Tom was not here today. His mate had some issues to deal with and had apologized for not being able to be there as usual.
