"So...what do we do with her?" Harry asks, gesturing to the still knocked out Taylor on his door step. It's only been a couple of minutes since she got whacked in the head with a frying pan by a peacock, leaving the witch boy and shape shifter to figure out what to do with her unconscious self.

"Ooh! I know!" The shape shifter piped. Harry turned his attention to Louis, eager to know what he had in mind.

"Let's throw her off a cliff."

...

Harry stared at the shape shifter in front of him, who just shrugged his shoulders as if what he'd said was nothing.

"Well, we could always throw her in a sack AND THEN throw her off a cliff."

"Louis!" Though the shape shifter was not helping at all with the situation he and Harry were in, the witch boy cracked a smile. Amazed at how Louis can stay calm and even make jokes when both their lives are on the edge.

Well, not if they get rid of Taylor.

"Lets get rid of the snake!"

"But where can we possibly hide her?"

"At the bottom of a cliff."

"...but-"

"After we push her off."

Harry mentally face palmed.

We're never gonna get this done.

"Okay, why not we just place her inside a sack?"

Why...???

"And then just casually push her off the cliff. That way no one would suspect."

Somebody please! Send me help!

"Or we can just hide her inside a closet."

Heeeeelp-oh wait

"That's, actually a good idea." Harry smiled. The witch boy remembered he had one extra closet that he never used before. Louis stared at Harry looking offended. "Are my other ideas not good enough?"

"Don't you think they're a bit too cruel?" Louis scoffed.

"She's the very meaning of cruel. But okay, locking her in a closet sounds better than throwing her off a cliff."

The witch boy nodded in approval.

"We'll lock her in the closet till she starves to death."

There he goes again.

"I'm guessing she was a real bitch to you back at Simon's?"

Harry swearing caught Louis off guard. Not expecting the word to slip out of his mouth. He didn't think this overly cute witch would even dare cuss. Louis only nodded as a response.

"Erm, do you mind helping me drag her to the closet?" The witch boy asks, already grabbing hold of the knocked out fairy's wrists.

"Sure."

Harry waited for the shape shifter to move towards him, but he didn't. Instead, Louis let out a hardy laugh.

"Hahaha! You're such a stupid blonde bitch!"

"Get up you piece of shit! Already tired of snaking around? Hah!"

"So sad to tell ya that every love story you had ended with all your flings having bad blood for you cause you're just a mean, fake white chick fairy who doesn't even got boobs and even an arse like mine!"

Harry gaped at every word Louis said, clearly not mad or offended in any way, but shocked. He cleared his throat awkwardly, catching the attention of the older lad.

"Er...not the kind of drag I was expecting for you to do, but whatever. Sorry, I forgot all about your wound-"

"Haz, it's fine." Louis flashed the younger boy a reassuring smile, then realized what he'd just call him. "Oh-you don't mind me calling you that, right?" A soft blush coated the witch boy's cheeks.

Of course I don't mind!

"I'm perfectly fine with that. My guardian pixies actually call me Haz." He admits.

"Hmm, okay. Better lock up the snake before she wakes up from her slumber." Louis joked.

"I'm on it, sir." Harry playfully saluted, took ahold of Taylor's wrists again, then started dragging her to his vacant and empty closet.

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Meanwhile, deep inside the areas of the dark forest, a coat hooded figure silently crept in the shadows, making their way to a castle-like mansion, complete with brick walls, giant windows, and a huge wooden door.

The figure sneaked it's way to one of the windows, wiping at it's glass to have better view of what's inside. With squinted eyes, the figure was able to make out two other figures through the slightly dust covered glass, clearly having a conversation. Seeing how the first figure, a man, was yelling at the other figure, a boy seeming to be in his early twenties, the man didn't appear to be very pleased with something the boy had done.

With an ear pressed to the glass, the figure outside was able to make out what they were saying.

"-I can't believe you let that monster escape!"

"It wasn't my fault! And how dare you refer to him as a monster, he's done nothing wrong!"

"Nothing wrong? He abandoned his damn job! The people of fantasy world are freaking out because that dangerous beast is out loose!"

"Well maybe it was a good idea letting him go.." The younger man mumbled, but the figure eavesdropping outside could still make out what he said.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, that's right. You caught me. I let him go!"

A crash sound was heard from the inside, a vase was probably knocked down or thrown to the ground. Either way, the older man does not sound so calm anymore.

"Zayn, your services to me are thru. Get out of my presence, NOW!"

The loud voice was able to make the whole place shake, the figure standing outside had to steady themselves by holding on to the giant window.

"Whatever you old man! I hated working for you anyway!"

A door swinging open and slammed closed startled the figure, causing them to hide behind a bush not so far from where they previously stood next to the window.

The figure peaked through the bush they had hidden behind, seeing the young man who was just inside the mansion having a heated argument with the older man.

"Fucking bastard.." The young man, Zayn presumably, grumbled under his breath. He aimlessly kicked a pebble that was in front of him, causing it to fly pass the figure in the bush, a short yelp escaping their mouth.

Zayn's head shot up, realizing he wasn't alone outside of his ex master's mansion. "Hello?"

The figure still crouched behind the bush hesitated, but stood up, revealing themselves to the raven haired boy. A short silence fell upon the two, till Zayn found the courage to speak.

"Who are you?"

A serious look was on the figure's face as they pulled the hood off of their head, the same color of blue eyes met the hazel one's of the young man.

"Oh my god..." Zayn managed to blurt out from his frozen state. The figure in front of him sensed his slight shock, flashing him with a gentle smile to ease the tension.

"I'm Johannah. And I believe you know where my son is."

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After struggling to drag the unconscious fairy, Harry was able to lock her up in his closet, making sure he had securely locked it. Then headed to his living room where Louis was lazily staring at the lifeless pigeon that he placed on his chest.

"You don't know how much I've missed you, Kev." He suddenly spoke, not noticing the witch boy had just walked in. "I was so alone...my young self struggled to keep myself alive. But it was fine after a couple of months, because I met this cool kid, just a year younger than me, and he was a wizard!"

A small laugh escaped the shape shifter's mouth. "Talk about wiz kid, am I right?" His smile fell when he remembered Kevin couldn't hear him. "Yeah...well, the wiz kid, Zayn was his name, had helped me survive living in that hell hole of a mansion.

He's actually the reason why I'm here right now. He convinced Simon that it'd be a good idea giving me more 'exposure' as the 'horrid beast' I am and all that shit. As we were doing the stunt, as I liked to call it,

Zayn gestured for me to run, so I did, he held the team who worked for Simon back by using his wizard powers, but wasn't able to stop Simon from injuring my leg. But I'm so thankful for his help nevertheless, I owe him big time!"

Harry watched the shape shifter from where he stood with a fond smile. That Zayn guy seems like a very nice lad, he'd have to thank him one day for everything he'd done for Louis.

Just as Harry opened his mouth to speak, he was abruptly interrupted by someone slamming his door open and footsteps came rushing towards him.

What is up with people barging through my door these days? Haven't they heard of knocking?

Well they have heard of knocking. But it was mainly of Harry telling knock knock jokes, and no one ever bothers to ask who's there. Poor frog he is.

"HARRY!! HARRY! HAZ! FROGGY WHERE ARE YA?!" An Irish voice calls out.

"Niall shut up, I'm sure he's fine!" Another voice says, Harry recognized it as Liam's.

The two pixies ran over to the witch boy, yet again ignoring the shape shifter on the couch who was previously talking to an artificial pigeon. People would've thought he was a weirdo if they saw him having another conversation with his toy bird.

Am I really that small to not be seen at first glance?! Louis irritatedly screamed in his mind. Watching as the two pixies tackle Harry in a tight hug.

"THANK HEAVENS YOU'RE SAFE!!" Harry released from the hug, staring confusingly at his two guardians. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Haven't you heard, lad?" Asked Liam.

"The what? I asked a question first!" Did his guardian pixies sniff too much of that perfume again? What was it called? That moment? Yeah whatever. Why would a damn leprechaun add his own tear to the perfume scent? Harry will never understand that weird band who go by the name One Enchantment. They're ridiculous, really.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Niall cupped his cheeks, and started to inspect every part of Harry for injuries. "I'll tell you what! There's a dangerous shape shifter on the loose and we were scared that it might've went after you!"

"Now why, out of all the other creatures in fantasy world, would he go after a witch boy like me?"

The blonde pixie shrugged. "The thing might have a taste?"

Thing.

Oh he did not just call THE Louis Tomlinson a THING!

"I'm sorry to rudely interrupt your conversation, but for your damn information, I am in fact not a thing!" Louis clarified, huffing in frustration.

Instead of replying, Niall froze. All the blood on his face completely drained out of him as he let out a loud scream.

"OH MY GOD IT'S HERE WHAT THE FUCK HAROLD YOU FUCKING IDIOT WHAT IS WRONG WITH Y-" Niall's hollering was cut off when the blonde pixie gets hit in the head by a flower pot, knocking him unconscious.

Liam only stared at the scene in front of him, then gazed at the top of Harry's bookshelf to find Georgia Rose smiling proudly. Now they know who knocked Niall out.

Harry shifted awkwardly in his spot. Not knowing what Liam would do or react as his eyes met the shape shifter's.

"...sup?" Louis says, more like a question. And just like that, the brunette haired pixie fainted right on top of the blonde one.

The witch boy stared at his two unconscious friends, then averted his eyes to Louis who opened his mouth to speak.

"So...do we throw them off a cliff or just lock them up with that snake?"

Harry mentally face palmed for the second time today. Even with the frustrating situation they were in once again, Louis could still crack a joke that didn't help in anything but it did get a smile on the curly haired witch's face.

"Oh, Lou.."

Well...this was a very interesting chapter.XD

You guys like it? I'm sure you do. You have to! XD haha

Sorry if there are errors, I'ma edit them anyway once the book is completed. :)

Oh! And I still need your help, so please just comment which ship okay?

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That's all I have to say, thanks so much for reading! See ya laterz Flurries! xx