Wizard Butler by Blihioma

Chapter 7

Harry followed their footsteps. It's fans to not doubt - or well were overconfident in their abilities? - but they had managed to take advantage of the opportunity offered to them. Rachel decided to take sky into town, without taking the time to tell someone. Her Lady-in-waiting accompanied him of course, but this one had crossed no servant to spread the word. Vincent had discovered their absence two hours later and he did search the mansion without any track in haste.

Then Hadrian had felt a carriage approaching its magical barriers. He had sighed in relief by perceiving the presence of sky in the car. The sorcerer had purposely strengthen barriers to have a greater perception nearby: if he had extended the barriers to their maximum, he would not have been able to feel a bear that would have been within one meter of these. But he had made the right choice. So he went to prevent Vincent from their imminent return.

But when he arrived at the office of his master, he felt the approach of other people and their intentions were not the best. Vincent opened the door, probably heard him did arrive, only to see its Hadrian, the look in the wave that seemed almost ' in trance. The sorcerer was indeed focused on his magical perceptions to follow what is happening in almost ' one kilometre from the Manor. And the news was not good...

It was really tempted to planeswalk to arrive directly at the scene and to prevent what was happening, but this would only cause more questions that have no answers. It could not act immediately to the risk of being imprisoned and exorcise, but if waiting a bit, it wouldn't be a problem. He went so out of its state of high concentration to postpone his attention on Vincent, standing in front of him and worried, even if part of his mind was still focused on what he perceived.

"Sky and Rachel are near the protections, but they have problems. I'll go there and try to take care of the intruders. In the meantime, send someone to pick up the carriage and support Clay and Elena. »

Vincent nodded, more pale than before. He was little worried about Rachel, but sky...

Harry gave him a reassuring smile, he would find them and save them. He immediately transplana a few meters from the place where the aggression had been committed. Behind him were Clay and Elena with a few minor injuries, nothing requiring his immediate intervention. He took a deep breath and then started looking for traces of the kidnappers.

His old reflexes and its dark past would finally serve him to something that would allow him to do good. After the war, he had trained the Auror, not in order to continue in this voice, but in order to better defend themselves against any death eaters who could chase him. Harry did not understand why he could not benefit from this training, before that Voldemort back during the year where the Department had ignored the return of Lord Black, or even the one after, when Fudge found himself face to face with the Lord of Darkness. The excuse that we released him had never suited him: he was still at school and we did not deprive him of his childhood. As if he had one someday!

He so quickly could find traces of the passage of these attackers and he began to follow them. Initially he failed several times to stumble, he constantly watched traces as well as his feet, to avoid falling. But little by little, his old reflexes came back and it took only a glance to determine the general direction of traces, as well as to view the obstacles he had to overcome.

Faster, it came to pass that he would have believed him and as soon as he began to hear voices, it slows to a stop to hide. He saw a group of men gathered in the center of a clearing. Some of them were close to those which he recognized as sky and Rachel, while a few others were somewhat away to speak quickly, but noisily. One of the youngest was worried to be even so close to the field of the Phantomhive - one of the supposed to - while others are upset rather noise made by their two hostages and the slow approach of the group by their fault. They were looking for a way to move quickly as far as possible.

Sky let out a cry, who valiantly tried to hold back them until then, unlike her mother, who was by far the louder of the two. Yet as soon as his trembling lips left escape her cries, one of the men raised his hand on him, intending to give him a resounding slap. He was already beginning to yell him to shut up, but it was the scared face of sky which made react Harry.

The man had no time to lower his hand on the young heir Phantomhive's cheek, that it is unhooked from the rest of his arm. Blood escaped from his stump of a fountain, but Harry cut off his throat until he starts squealing like a pig. It quickly collapsed and everyone turned to the Butler who had just shot a man in cold blood. Harry took the time to wipe his sword conjured, full of blood, on the corpse at his feet, while the other men were recovering from the shock.

They threw themselves on him, screaming for revenge of their mate, but they soon found themselves with a Gash on the chest. The cut itself was not deep, but as Harry had warded off the sword, he could use magic through it and he had no qualms to send them all an Avada Tientsin. The autopsy would reveal however, traces of a dazzling poison, because that was what he was going to introduce in their body just now.

His foes fell one by one, as of vulgar insects shot by one any volatile product. Except for his first victim where the blood had sunk more than necessary, others barely bled. The scene and especially the face of sky, had reminded him of all his time where himself feared the anger of his uncle and his punishments. The child did not deserve this... No kid deserved it. And he had acted within the scope of the impulse. Finally when all were on the ground, dead, Harry breathed softly, forcing his heart to return to a slower pace, and letting his adrenaline fall.

"Hadrian! Exclaimed a young voice until a body does collide with his legs.

Throwing a glance towards Rachel, Harry is held not his disdain grimace seeing her passed out. His six year old son had proved to be a lot braver than her, and she only would surely not shame. In fact he already saw her go to Vincent and say what kind of bloodthirsty Monster he was.

He stooped to get up to sky and checked quickly if he was hurt somewhere, after having lost his sword. The child of Vincent knew perfectly well that he had magical powers, as in the books of tales and he had promised to keep the secret. Fortunately the boy was in good health, apart from traces of blood which covered part of his face and tried his clothes. With a little more magic, he was away.

"Well, you're going to heaven?

"Yes." Chirped the child stars in the eyes watching his hero.

"We'll go home of agreement?"

The boy nodded strongly, hanging her little arms around the neck of the Butler, he regarded more as a father, as a simple servant, as it would have wanted his mother. Harry him straightened up in his arms, holding it firmly against him. He introduced poison in the body of the dead bodies, and grabbed Rachel after having cleaned and freed from its links. He transplana the small group in Rachel's room to make it appear on his bed and he called Vincent.

Sky found herself took sandwiched between her two dads who let their concern finally leave them. Harry now promised himself to constantly keep an eye on Sky, he didn't lose his adoptive pseudo-fils, he was the symbol of his family now. He would do anything to protect him