Death's Emerald Eyes

Chapter 7

Over the next week, they settled back into their routine. Harry continued to hone in on his non-magical weapons. He found out that if he puts a little of his magic, whatever weapon he is using goes where he wants it to.

Merle and Daryl worked hard to pretty much tear their truck to scraps and rebuild it with solar panels. Occasionally, they would ask Harry for some help with another hand and sometimes for his magic to help lift things.

When they didn't want him to help, Harry loved watching them focus so hard on their work. He loved how Merle's brows would press to his nose when he was focused and sometimes even stick a tiny part of his tongue out of the side of his mouth. Daryl would constantly crack his knuckles and pursed his lips. Most people would not even notice, but Harry had enough time to study them intently.

Plus, who wouldn't want to see two muscular men sweating with their shirts off when they lift heavy items? It's eye candy.

Sometimes, the two would get embarrassed by the astute attention placed on them and ask him to skin animals or even wash their clothes. Whatever excuse it is when they ask.

Today, they needed Harry's help quite often. It was the final touches, and they had to make sure everything was perfect.

They reinstalled everything, including an improved radio that hones onto certain walkie-talkies only.

Harry was finishing up bolting the seats back into the carpeted cabin when he noticed neither of the boys was working. Little did he know Daryl's eyes were wandering over Harry's body. Ensuring his safety. He did not want his friend to accidentally pull a muscle by doing manual labor wrong. He was worried about what it was. Once it was done, he backed up and looked to Merle, who was to his right, and nodded his head.

"Boys, I think we finished this bitch" Merle started as Daryl finished. "Wanna go for a ride?"

The brothers both got into the car and looked at Harry expectantly: "Sorry, Chaps, I want to take a little dip in the pond. Head in when you both are done with your joyride."

A roar of the ignition, and squealing of the tires, the truck took off through the trees.

Harry watched until he couldn't see them anymore and headed inside to drop some things off. Charon perked up when Harry entered, waiting for a command.

"Guard. I'll be back in 30 at most, baby girl" Harry walked over to pet his familiar. Charon licked his face, stretched, and walked next to the entrance to keep a lookout. Harry took off his necklace and placed it on the table. He hated wearing it when he bathed. It worries him that one of his loved ones will port the key into the bath with him. They've seen enough of him over the years, but he likes some semblance of privacy. Harry felt naked without it, yet he reassured himself that his loved ones were okay and didn't need him as of now.

He stripped to his underwear and snagged a new pair as well as a towel.

Harry hummed as he began his walk to the pond.

Meanwhile....

The six family members were panicking about magical creatures, including house elves, disappearing. Draco apparated into Gringotts and the goblins were vibrating in happiness. They were elated that the humans were getting their karma for everything that have done to their civilization.

Draco rushed up to a stand. He bowed more than 90 degrees and waited until the goblin released him.

"Oh, Draco, you don't have to bow to us. We are friends here."

"You all deserve the utmost respect for everything you have done and experienced. It is the least I could do," Draco said earnestly

"This is why we love you seven. Is there something you would like?"