𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚; 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬
꒰ 🔮🧿 ⚔️ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

❜ ─ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲─ ❛

(𝐓.𝐌.𝐑.)

Zafar Shafiq was not expecting to have a meeting alone with the Dark Lord.

He was at least expecting another fellow death eater with him but it was literally himself and the Dark Lord alone. Not that he was scared, no.

He walks towards Zafar, the sounds of his shoes echoing in the room. He raises his right hand, gesturing him to sit down.

"Please, take a seat.". Zafar nods as he kids down on a chair, perpendicular to the Head of the Table chair that the Dark Lord was seated on.

"My Lord, if i may ask, what is the purpose of this meeting?" Zafar asks.

"Please, when it is the two for us, call me Tom."

"Okay my Lor-" he sees Tom's brow raise, "I mean, yes Tom."

"As for the purpose of this meeting, I have found out that you are going to India, as part of a marriage contract between yourself and Lord Avisa's daughter." He leans forward, both his arms linked on the table.

Zafar wonders how he even knew about it, he only told Orion, Alphard and Abraxas.

"Word travels fast Zafar." he simply replies, almost as if he knew what Zafar was thinking.

"Yes I am. My father and Lord Avisa set up a betrothal of sorts and they require me to go for a duration of six weeks."

Tom's stoic face morphs into one of shock, "What are you to do for six weeks in India?"

Zafar remained unnerved as ever, "They require me to complete four labours of sorts, and if I succeed, I am to marry their daughter."

"And do you know of their daughter's name?"

"No, it was not mentioned in the letters that they sent."

Tom remains quiet for a minute, almost as if he was concocting a plan.

Finally, he spoke. "You realise the rumours regarding the Avisa's, correct?"

Zafar nods, "Abraxas was telling me about it right now,"

"And when you succeed, you do realise that these... advantages of hers will be a great asset in our cause,"

Zafar nods again, yet an unpleasant dread fills his stomach, or that could've just been the fact that he was hungry.

"And when you do so, I wish to meet the young Avisa."

Zafar nods yet again. He was nodding a fair bit today.

"Then it is settled, you are to go to India and marry the daughter of Avisa. You will be excused of your duties and I expect hearing good results."

Zafar nods, he just wanted to get out before his stomach rumbled. It would'e been embarrassing if his stomach rumbled in the echoey room.

"Yes, my Lord."

"No, yes Tom," Tom replies, a smirk on his lips, "You are dismissed."

꒰ 🔮🧿 ⚔️ ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

❜ ─ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭?─ ❛

(𝐀.𝐁.)

"You seriously don't expect me to holding onto this little chain for the next couple of minutes, until we're magically whisked away?"

Zafar was seriously starting to regret bringing Alphard with him. Currently standing in the courtyard outside the Shafiq manor, holding onto the pocket-watch given by the Avisa's, the two wait for them to be apparated by it rather impatiently.

"Alph, you know I could very well just enjoy this holiday on my own, right?" Zafar holding the pocket-watch from the clock, tapping his feet in anticipation.

"Haha, you're funny. As if I'm going to leave you alone for six weeks." Alphard laughs, he needed this holiday and there was no way in hell that he was going to let some random princess steal HIS man.

"Me inviting was merely charity work and an early birthday present." Zafar simply states.

"This is January, my birthday is in August." Alphard deadpans, looking at Zafar dead in the eyes.

"Yeah, I know that."

"You're still getting me the tiger I've always wanted though." he says, pointing his finger at him.

"No, I'm not getting you a tiger! I don't even know where you'd get one from!" Zafar exclaims, checking the time on the pocket-watch. 10:59. One more minute.

"Blah blah blah! Yes you are!" Alphard pushes his hair back. "By the way, babe, is it time yet?"

Zafar sighs in irritation ; "No, but I wish it was. One more minute."

"Have you packed sunscreen? Insect repellent? a fan? Honestly, I've packed it all!" Alphard rambles, it was his first time travelling to such a hot country, and he didn't really know what to expect.

"Alph, you forget I used to go on trips to Egypt frequently with father. So I'm pretty prepared. As for sunscreen, I don't need it." he says simply, looking at the pocket-watch yet again. 30 more seconds.

Alphard looked as if Zafar had stabbed him in the back. "Everyone needs sunscreen! The sun is incredibly damaging to your skin! Why else do you think you already have premature wrinkles!"

"Because it runs in the family?" Zafar states, looking at Alphard with a duh look.

"No, because you don't take care of your skin! Merlin, you just use some random cream and water! No cleanser, sunscreen, masks or serum!" hitting his arm whilst listing the skincare.

"Because I don't need it! For Merlin's sake stop hitting me!"

"Watch me get you skincare for your birthday."

"Alph, no."

"Alph, yes."

"Alph no"

"Alph, ye-FUCKING HELL!"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐬𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚!!𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐲𝐥𝐚.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐱