His Butler // Larry

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Harry had carried Louis all the way home after that grim encounter. He didn't care that it looked odd that he had Louis in his arms bridal style and all. He just wanted to get his young master home and safe.

He came up to the mansion and easily hopped up to the balcony that led to his room and walked through the door that Louis had always left unlocked. Harry never liked him doing that because the butler wasn't the only supernatural being out there, but Louis had made it clear that he was fine with it. Harry laid him down on the bed before he walked to the attached bathroom. He began to run a warm bath, not too hot just warm enough because the boy decided not to wear the appropriate clothing.

He turned the bath off before he walked over to his young master who was sleeping soundly. The butler sighed before he undressed him and brought him to the bath. He didn't care too much that the boy was naked as he carried him to the white expensive tub. He simply sat him down, making sure he wouldn't slip under or anything. Harry sat down next to the tub and gently washed the boy with a hum. This was his job to take care of his master, the fact he was touching all over his body didn't bother him at all.

He finally finished and took Louis out and got him ready for bed after he dried him off. Once he was fully settled into bed Harry carefully tucked him in and blew out the candle that dimly lit the room for the night. His master needed all the rest that he could get before what he was going to attend the next day.

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Madam Red's funeral was held on probably one of the calmest and peaceful days. It was just perfect to honor the red loving woman. She laid on a bed of flowers, her face looked calm and serene as her lifeless body laid there. The service was going on for it until the doors for the church opened causing everyone to gasp and look back. Louis stood there looking like his usual deadpan self. He took a moment before he walked down the aisle and came up to the casket.

"These people obviously don't know how you want to be honored..." He said as he glanced to the white flowers she laid on dully. "Allow me to be the one to bring the honor to you...Madam..." He said.

The breeze picked up from outside which made various rose petals float in beautifully. They came over to the casket and laid all across her body and Louis smiled. It was as if she had planned her funeral now as she was delicately covered in red rose petals. He then stood up straight and smiled, which was the rare occurrence for him, because this smile was not cynical or dark, it was caring. He glanced back to the church doors and saw Harry standing with the cart of rose petals. Louis couldn't stay for long because he had other plans to attend to. He pulls out a single rose and he lays it between her hands.

He then stood up straight and nodded to the priest leading the funeral. "Carry on...make sure she's remembered." He said before he turned and quickly exited with Harry following behind.

"Where to now my lord?" Harry asked as he readied the carriage.

Louis opened the carriage door. "Where we discussed this morning..." He said.

Harry watched him before he nodded. "Of course my lord." He said as he grabbed the reigns of the horse and they were off to the cemetery.

The ride was silent of course because the both of them were separated but Louis just had to silently think. The thoughts from last night from seeing the gruesome murder of his aunt, then to the small little bits of what seemed like a bath. They were all snippets of what happened but Louis couldn't exactly comprehend if it was a dream or not. His thoughts were stopped when the carriage came to a stop. His blue eyes looked up and he began to gather his stuff before the carriage door was open. "We have arrived my lord..." He said

Louis nodded and he led the way to the grave. Harry noticed it and he looked to Louis. "This is..."

"The last victim of Jack the Ripper..." He said staring at it having his deadpan expression return. "She was apparently an immigrant...because no one came for her according to the undertaker," Louis said almost shivering at the thought of that creepy death obsessed man. "I then paid for her to be buried properly with a tombstone. I feel as if it was my fault that I couldn't save her because my intentions were to stop Jack..."

Harry looked to Louis as he stared straight onto the grave. "Are you having regrets my lord?"

Louis scoffed. "Of course not. Jack is gone and the queen's anxiety is settled..." He said before he grabbed the bouquet of flowers and set them on the site.

Harry noticed the sun settling and slowly he came over and placed Louis's coat on his back. "Why didn't you shoot when she was near to killing you?" He asked. Louis stiffened and that made Harry smirk. He remembers Louis bringing a gun with him, the boy just never used it. "You had a chance to so why didn't you?"

"I didn't for the simple reason of knowing that you would protect me. That is in our contract though isn't it? You are supposed to serve me and protect me, so I was simply letting you prepare for when you were supposed to do your job." Louis said looking forward at the grave.

He sighed before he began walking away. "She hesitated to kill...but I won't."

Harry gasped but smirked right away before looking to his young master that was walking to his carriage. "That's what I like to hear..."

"My lord..."

A/N OKAY YALL I AM GOING TO ATTEMPT TO GO OFF THE PLOT LINE A LIL TO GET SOME SMUT AND LOVE OKAY? I already attempted some of it earlier on this chapter hope it was okay lol

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