Right after that moment, Harry looks at Will, who tries to maintain his '' I'm not that weak '' pose, but he still has a small cut on his forehead and is quite dizzy since the boy tries to get up but he can't, so Harry raises his right by the arm and throws it on your shoulders like a potato sack.

Along the way Harry notices William's little movement and he removes him from his shoulders and starts to carry him in his lap to make him more comfortable, which ends up being confirmed by the little noise he let out, and while Will is carried by Harry the same ends up analyzing the little guy's face more closely, in Harry's eyes his face looked like porcelain and delicately sculpted by angels, long eyelashes and slightly pink cheeks, his light brown hair slightly wavy falling on his face left him adorable even with the blood present on your face.

Harry was surprised to find himself clearly admiring William, until then he had never stopped to analyze him properly even because he can only really know him now. and in that thought Harry feels something he hasn't felt for a long time, that warm and comfortable feeling.

When he gets in front of the door, he looks at Will.

Don't think I will pity you - He says touching your face - So beautiful ... so mine.

As he walks through the door, Harry walks towards the bed and lays him down, and then slightly lifts a lock of his hair, showing the injury that was done, thanks to that knock on the corner of the table, that way he passes his hand where he is injured and William mumbles, Before that Harry goes looking for something to arrest the beautiful boy who was lying on the bed, Moments later the butler Mr. Gabriel who was passing through the corridor of Will's room was caught by curiosity.

When observing the door between open curiosity calls him then tries to enter the room, but it was a failed attempt, as Harry puts his foot in the door thus leaving only a small gap in which he put his body in front, so the individual who is in runner cannot see William's body tied up, His feet were bound by a rope that was tied to the foot of the bed and his hands with handcuffs on the headboard.

What do you want, Mr? - Says Harry showing a little of his irritation and his ignorance, he seemed as poisonous and treacherous as a snake - Your master is with me if that is what you are looking to know, you know ... I am surprised by your incompetence when trying to enter the room like this without even hitting, where's your manners?

Mr. Gabriel looks at him without knowing what to say at least and without knowing how to react.

I hope you will put yourself in his place, that this will not be repeated servant - Harry says everything with a threatening and sharp tone like a knife - You know that now I send here, right? You know about the agreement, don't you?

O..of course Master Harry, yes I know ... sorry for my manners - He says bowing with one hand on his chest and looking down - It won't happen again.

Of course it won't happen again ...if it happens you will disappear - He says with a sadistic and somber smile.

Soon after this little conversation, Mr. Gabriel quickly withdraws, as he felt so inferior and so small that he hopes never to go through it again and never to face Harry again, because he knows at least a little of what he is capable but feels sure that he is dangerous and does not like to be contradicted.