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Prompt: "Should I call the auror or the Dark Lord?"
*BOOM*
"THE DARK LORD."
...
Waking up to an explosion was not an unusual occurrence in the Black Townhouse. With two teenagers calling it home and one who spent most of his time in the library squabbles were normal. Especially since Sirius Black was a notorious prankster.
Orion was currently in the library looking for a book ancient Dark magic. A quick Tempus told him it was too early for it to be Sirius's doing. Which meant it was Harrison's. Orion felt dread begin to form in the pit of his stomach. His little nephew was a good kid but when an explosion was caused by him it was due to his Necromancer abilities.
Like all magic Necromancy was influenced by the wizard's emotions. Harrison as the teenager he was had fluctuating emotions that changed by the minute. This made his magic unstable and unpredictable. At least something happened here and not at Hogwarts.
Silently Orion prayed to the Blessed Mother for patience and luck. He would surely need both when dealing with Harrison this morning. Then he headed down the stairs where he could hear Harrison swearing colorfully. A faint smile crossed Orion's face. No matter how much Sirius and Harrison denied it the two boys had rubbed off on each other. Sirius calmed down somewhat his pranks becoming less bullying and more fun. Harrison opened up more to those his own age and smiled more. Swearing was just a byproduct of him loosening up.
At the kitchen door Orion paused and listened. A low animalistic growl could be heard on the other side. Orion could smell the heavy scent of sulfur and it made him gag. No matter how many times he smelled it the scent it was sickening to him.
When he got the gagging under control Orion question through the door, "Harrison are you in there?"
"Yes Uncle," came the reply back followed by a growl of frustration.
There was a crash followed by a thud against the wall. Demon or Spirit silently wondered the older Dark Wizard. Based on the scent it had to be one of the two. The thud meant either Harrison didn't have full control over it or that he accidentally summoned a temperamental being.
"Should I call the auror or the Dark Lord?" Questioned Orion trying to hide his amusement.
*BOOM*
"THE DARK LORD."
"Alright Harrison," he agreed not that he would have called the aurors anyways, "Give me a few minutes."
Orion headed for the floo room and floo called the Dark Lord, "Sir there has been another incident."
The sigh of annoyance he received in return was answer enough. These incidents were becoming closer together but it was rare that Harrison asked for the Dark Lord. Most of the time he would deal with it himself.
...
Harrison dodged the attack from the large dog sized demon. Its fangs gleamed in the light of the kitchen. This was his second accidental summoning in as many weeks. At least it wasn't a damn spirit this time. Those were a pain to dispel when they weren't bound.
The door to the kitchen was to his right burst open and a familiar purple eyed man entered. His expensive black robes billowed behind him. The eyes fell upon him and then the demon then back to him. An eyebrow was raised at Harrison who shrugged in response.
The demon lunged for Riddle who pinned it to the ground with a bout of wandless magic. With it pinned Harrison was able to forcefully send it back.
Breathing hard Harrison grunted, "Thanks, Riddle."
"Out of control emotions again, Harrison? Are you not practicing your Occlumency?"
"I am working on it," snapped back Harrison, "It's only been a few weeks. Building mental shields takes time."
Riddle hummed and closed the distance between them. A hand came up under his chin and forced him to look into the man's purple gaze. Unlike many people Harrison didn't flinch away at the gaze. He met it evenly and without hesitation.
There was a light probing on his weak mental shields. Thankfully they did not give way and Riddle did not tear them to shreds. Then Riddle stepped back and Harrison would never admit it but he internally mourned the loss of the warmth. As a Necromancer the world grew colder to hik and with it as he delved into the art so would his emotions.
Finally Riddle said dismissively, "Keep working on them. For now they will keep out most novices but if any really wanted to get past them they will."
"Of course," replied Harrison as he folded his arms across his chest, "Am I still meeting you on Thursday?"
"Of course. Training continues unless you're in Saint Mungos."
Harrison snorted, "I bet you'd find a way to train me even then."
There was a flicker of a smile of Riddle's as he said, "Quite. Now try not to destroy your Uncle's kitchen again. I'm sure his elf would appreciate not having to fix it every other day."
"Fuck off," quipped back Harrison as he childishly stuck out his tongue at Riddle's back earning a chuckle in return.
Somethings never changed.