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A/N my new idea. I hope you like this.

Inspired by The Beguile and Devotion of a Black Heir by StarLight Massacre.

Warnings: check profile.

Corbin's POV

He was sitting in his office going through papers. As Lord of the Yaxley family he was always going through papers it seemed. There was little else for him to do as of yet.

It had been a few weeks since his Lord's return and so far he had only been called once. While he still went to the parties hosted by other families he didn't see much action any longer. Corbin knew the reason behind it.

His younger brother Zachariah Yaxley had perished in the last war. As had his family. This left Corban as the last remaining member of the Yaxley family.

With his own wife Anna's death during childbirth, he could not bring himself to marry another. Their relationship had started out as an arranged one but they had grown to love each other. The child had died with her leaving him even more heartbroken.

At this point, the only other way for his line to survive was if he adopted a child. With Dumbledore in power that wasn't likely to happen any time soon. The darker families had trouble adopting legally without paying a fortune through the goblins.

Corbin was a single Lord with no remaining family. In times past that would have put him at the top of the list. The Ministry during that time cared if a line was about to extinct. Then Grindelwald happened.

His attention was drawn when his wards pinged. Someone was fire calling him. He moved towards the floo of his study.

A familiar head of Tarloc entered his fire. He greeted, "Grandmaster Tarloc, what do I owe the pleasure?"

The man inquired, "Can you come through? It's not something one would want to say through the floo."

Now he was intrigued. He asked, "Are you at the guild?"

"No, call out Huntik Foundation, London. I have permission to allow you through."

Oh, that couldn't be good. The Foundation wasnt in very good standing with the Wizarding World. Seekers and wizards had been fighting for decades. He hoped that wasn't what happened this time. For once he hoped his life would be easy.

When he stepped through the floor he found Lucius Malfoy and Tarloc waiting. Tarloc was in his mid-fifties now. Nearly twenty years older than Corbin himself.

Hanging from his belt was a ward stone with a master level inscription. It was the symbol of the ward masters. Each had one even if it was normally hidden by their robes.

The room they were in was tan in color. It had a non-moving picture of twelve men in a circle. A dirty blond-haired man entered drawing their attention.

The man said, "Sorry for the wait, Tarloc. Alec isn't in the greatest of health and the boy wanted to see him. I assume these are the people who you want to be considered."

Tarloc answered calmly, "Yes. This is Lord Corbin Yaxley and Lord Lucius Malfoy. Lords this is Jason Guggenheim."

Both men greeted, "Nice to meet you."

Guggenheim motioned for them to follow. They went out of the room and down several hallways. Anytime they passed people the people would almost hug the walls to give them space.

They were led to a door where Guggenheim knocked. Then they entered without waiting for an answer.

On one bed was a black-haired boy with killing curse green eyes. Corbin spied a scar on the boy's forehead. It didn't take him long to realize that it was Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived.

At first, there was no reaction as the eyes landed on him. Then they fell on Lucius. Hatred like Corbin had never seen entered the green eyes. There seemed to be a history between these two.

There were several bruises all over the boy's face. His right arm was in a sling. Despite all of this the boy's glare was fierce. Corbin felt respect for the boy to grow.

The boy asked ignoring courtesy, "Master Tarloc what are they doing here?"

Master? Not Grandmaster? Then it hit him. Of course not Grandmaster. That was too formal between master and apprentice.

Tarloc replied, "This is Lord Corbin Yaxley and Lord Lucius Malfoy. With everything that happened at your aunt and uncle's house this morning, it's no longer safe for you there."

There was a brief flash of anger in the boy's eyes. A history there. An unkind one perhaps?

A coldness seeped into Guggenheim's blue eyes as he asked, "Did they do this to you, Harrison? Why didn't you say anything? To me? To Dante?"

Corbin knew why without even knowing the boy. An abused child rarely if ever will speak of what happens. Even to those they trust.

The boy snapped back, "Even if I told you, you would have sent me back. There wasnt a Foundation member to look after me. Not after Metz grew ill."

Guggenheim flinched but continued on, "We would have found someone. The Foundation despises abuse you know this."

"It wasn't abused," sighed the boy, "I only have to deal with them until my birthday. Then I can go to the Weasley's."

The clenching in the men's hands were the only thing that betrayed their anger. No child should have that view on life.

Corbin didn't hate the child in front of him. He never had even when the boy defeated the Dark Lord. In the Lord's eyes, everything came to an end eventually. It was only a matter of when.

Tarloc sighed, "Harrison you will not be returning to them ever. That is why I have called Lord Yaxley and Malfoy here. They both have ties to Wizardry Protection Movement. As you revealed to me in your letters you have no idea of your inheritance."

Corbin questioned finally speaking up, "You don't know about your Lordship?"

The boy shook his head ebony locks falling into his face. Corbin turned to Tarloc who said, "I only found out a few weeks ago myself. I was preparing to find someone to mentor him when I got the call."

"You didn't have to come," grumbled the child, "Dante and Guggenheim have known me for years."

Tarloc retorted, "Of course I would come. You're my apprentice, Harrison."

Harrison growled, "I don't trust Malfoy."

That Corbin could understand. The Malfoy's were a slippery bunch. If you won a place in their hearts though they would look after you forever.

There was a wariness in his eyes when he looked at Corbin. However there wasnt the sheer hatred that was there before.

Corbin said drawing the child's attention, "Would you give me a chance? I don't have a wife or children myself. Though I'll teach you anything you need and want to know."

Harrison asked Tarloc, "Do you trust him?"

"I do. Corbin will teach you and will treat you well."

Green eyes turned back to meet his cobalt blue. The mistrust was clear in them as he said, "If you trust him I'll give him a chance, Master Tarloc."

Harrison's POV

His body ached from the beating that Vernon had given him. The fat bastard thought that he stole money. The only money he had was what he earned through jobs with the Foundation.

Not only had Vernon taken all his money but he had beaten Harrison. At first, it was just a punch to his face. Then it was kicked to his sides. When Harrison tried to block the attacks his arm had broken.

Harrison couldn't use his seeker magic to protect himself. It was against the seeker code except in times of distress. While this would have counted his center had been destroyed in his fight with Voldemort. Powers were extremely difficult for him to use. Summoning titans was almost impossible.

Eyeing Tarloc he thought back to the beginning summer of last year. Tarloc had found him just outside of Surrey. Once again Harrison was considering running away.

Tarloc told him that he was a Ward Master. Having heard of them through the books that he read away from Ron and Hermione.

Only Neville in the Gryffindor house knew that he liked reading. The timid boy helped Harrison hide it in the previous years. In return, Harrison taught him basic magic.

It was Harrison who figured out that Neville was having difficulty with magic because of his wand. When Harrison first got his wand he was told the wand chose the wizard. Not the other way around. Neville never went to Olivander's shop because his grandmother wanted him to use his father's wand.

Tarloc had convinced him not to run away. Instead of giving him something to do while still within the wards. So many books were given to him. They held runes that allowed Harrison to shrink and grow them without having his trace go off.

Harrison signed a contract that had him be an apprentice for no less than three years but no more than seven. He was already a silver level apprentice. There was only a gold level before he could take his mastery exams.

During the tournament, he had spent a lot of time away from the Tower. With only Neville believing that he didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire, Harrison trained hard alone. At least alone at first.

Moody had came to his two weeks into the year and gave him a safe place to study and train. Despite being fake Moody the man taught him a lot.

There was a journal under his bed back at the house. It held all of his potions and their adjustments. Spells and their combinations how they flow together. Stances that fake Moody had given him.

When it was revealed that Moody was actually Barty Crouch Jr. he was hurt. During the tournament, there were only three people he trusted completely. Moody, Neville, and Tarloc. Finding out one was lying to him the entire time caused him to grow cold in his heart.

Dante had saved him from the worst of the beating. It would have only gotten worse as he continued. Upon seeing Harrison lying on the floor he immediately took him back to the safe house. Then they flooed to the Headquarters in London.

Tarloc had been named his emergency contact. So as soon as Harrison was brought in Guggenheim made contact with the Ward Master guild.

The Yaxley Lord questioned as the doctor came in, "How bad are his injuries?"

The doctor looked to Harrison who nodded before he began, "His right arm is broken in three places. No doubt by the whale. There are also three broken ribs and two cracked ones. You will have to take it easy for a couple of months. That means no missions, Potter."

A faint smile twitched at his lips. He was too much like Metz and Dante. The likelihood of him actually listening to the orders wasn't very high and the doctor knew it.

Guggenheim said, "He's a seeker. The likelihood of him listening to orders is about as high as Dante."

The doctor rolled his eyes but nodded his assent as he replied, "He's clear to leave. Mr. Yawxley his arm stays in the sling until it heals. Putting a cast on it is useless at this point. Just don't let him use it. If he goes on a mission though it's on your heads."

Harrison was already moving to the side of the bed so that he could stand. Tarloc helped him carefully to his feet mindful of his injuries.

Malfoy had begun writing a piece of parchment the books that he would need. He didn't give the list to Harrison but to Yaxley. The boy didn't trust either man but he trusted Tarloc. His master would not lead him astray. To do so would break the contract between them.

Yaxley said as they moved towards the floo, "We will go first to Gringotts. There we will get your Lordship rings. You won't be fully emancipated until your sixteen but this will get your seats out from under Dumbledore's control. They will file the paperwork to have your guardianship transferred to me."

Harrison said a thought coming into his head, "I want an oath before I go anywhere with you. Swear that you will never willingly cause me harm."

All three men started in surprise at his demand. Yaxley's cobalt blue eyes searched his killing curse green for a moment.

Then nodded and drew his wand swearing, "I, Corbin Antilles Yaxley, swear upon my magic that I will never willingly cause harm to Harrison James Potter. That I will protect him to the best of my ability. So I say it. So mote it be," a white light surrounded both of them before fading.

It was a binding oath that would stay with both of them until one died. This caused Harrison to have slightly more faith in the man. Though not much.

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Harrison's POV

Gringotts had not changed at all since his last visit. Goblins still sneered at him as he walked past. With his silver apprentice ward stone back at the Dursley's, he didnt get the respect that it would have earned him.

When they got to one of the tellers Yaxley said polite but firmly, "Master Teller, young Harrison Potter would like to speak to someone about his inheritance."

Harrison despite the pain of his injuries stood straight when the goblin glanced down at him. Then the goblin sneered, "Then Mr. Potter will have to wait for a goblin specializing in inheritance."

Yaxley replied, "Then we will wait but this must be done today."

There was another sneer but no verbal answer. Both he and Yaxley stepped off to the side to wait. Harrison's gaze roamed around the area. He clocked each person that came close to them. His guard was up and until he was sure that he was safe it wouldn't be lowered.

Ten minutes later that a goblin came to get them. They were led down a hallway where the offices were.

When they reached an ornate door the goblin knocked. There was a gruff, "Enter," before they proceeded.

A large desk sat in the middle of the room. The walls were lined with different goblin made weapons. Each was sharp and likely had slain many enemies.

The goblin at the desk barely motioned for their escort to leave. Yaxley and Harrison stood by the desk until they were told in a rough voice to sit.

The goblin began looking between them, "I understand that you are here for the boy's inheritance. But by the looks of him, he should be seeing a healer instead."

Harrison responded, "I'm fine Master Goblin. The Foundation treated my wounds before we left. They should heal fine on their own."

The goblin replied it's dark eyes narrowing, "With potions, you will heal faster."

"I will have a healer look at him," said Yaxley, "We are here for him to take his Lordship back."

The goblin pulled out a knife and parchment before he said, "I'll need some drops of your blood to confirm it's you and to call the rings here."

As Harrison reached forward Yaxley grabbed his wrist firmly. It wasnt painful as it was his good hand but it did make the boy look over at his companion.

Yaxley demanded, "We will need an oath that his blood will only be used for an inheritance test and to call his rings."

A fierce grin took over the goblin's face. Instead of being offended the goblin seemed pleased to have this request. It would be something Harrison would remember for later.

Once the oath was made he allowed Yaxley to cut his palm on his good arm. The parchment glowed as his blood hit it. Two boxes appeared on the desk as if conjured.

The parchment was held out to him and Harrison read.

Name: Harrison James Potter
Blood status: Pureblood Legitimized
Father: James Charlus Potter (deceased), Sirius Orion Black by blood
Mother: Lily Marie Potter nee Evans
Godfathers: Sirius Black, Frank Longbottom
Godmothers: Alice Longbottom
Magical Core: Dark Grey 85% blocked
Lordships:
Potter
Black
Heirs
Heir:
Pendragon
Apprenticeship: Second Year
Ward Apprentice silver ranked
Abilities:
Animagus 100% blocked
Ward sense 50% blocked
Parseltongue 50% blocked
Spell crafting 100% blocked
Rune crafting 75% blocked
Inscriptions 100% blocked
Wandless magic 80% blocked

Harrison knew about his ward sense and parseltongue abilities. The other three he didnt know he had. With them being blocked it would make sense though. Something told him he wouldn't like whoever had set them.

Yaxley read it over as well a look of interest in blue eyes. It would be something to ask about at a later date. This was neither the time nor the place.

The goblin growled, "Blockages on magic. And your wizards call us barbaric. He will need to have the blocks undone. Especially those on his magic."

Harrison inquired, "How much?"

"Fifty galleons."

Harrison nodded as he said, "Then let us go ahead and do it. I want my magic back under my own power."

Yaxley's POV

Corbin watched as his young ward was taken away. Potter's magic was blocked. For someone to do that was completely immoral not to mention illegal. Not even the Dark Lord would do that to his enemies.

There was another knock on the door and a goblin entered carrying familiar paper. Adoption papers. They weren't wasting any time with it then.

Corbin immediately signed the papers. They would allow Corbin to take Harrison back to Yaxley manor. With these papers, no one would be able to remove the boy from his care.

He might seem like a cold-hearted Death Eater but he didnt like seeing children suffering. Seeing Harrison in the condition that he was in made the Lord's blood boil. Keeping a calm head was key in this kind of situation.

It wasn't until an hour later that Harrison returned. His magic was much more noticeable now. Not that it was weak, to begin with.

Corbin was a magic sensitive. This talent was almost as rare as the ward sensing. Harrison's magic had felt subdued earlier. He considered it to be due to his injuries. Feeling the magic now he realized how wrong he was.

This child was powerful. It was little wonder he had been able to stop the Dark Lord multiple times. The Light wanted to use him as a weapon. The Dark wanted him out of the way by any means necessary.

As a Ward Master's apprentice however he could no longer be the weapon the Light wanted. Ward Master's were sworn to neutrality the moment that they finished their apprenticeships. As long as Harrison continued upon his path he would not be in the Dark Lord's way.

Corbin didnt mind teaching their customs to the child. Tarloc had been correct in the fact that he was too old for the task.

At least his manor would no longer be so lonely. Being on his own for so long made him look forward to having someone in his manor. Someone that wasnt one of his house-elves.

He inquired gently as Harrison sat back in the chair, "How are you feeling?"

"Stronger sir," replied the black-haired boy, "My magic is healing the wounds faster now."

Corbin nodded. He would still have Malcolm check the kid. They had to be sure everything was healing the way it was supposed. Checking to make sure there weren't any other issues that needed to be taken care of.

The goblin said holding out the first box holding the Lordship rings, "This is the Potter Lordship ring. It goes on the index finger of your right hand. The Black Lordship ring will go above that."

Corbin watched in interest as the boy did as he was told. The Potter ring would be the easiest of the two. He was Potter by blood and magic. The Black Lordship would be a little trickier.

Sirius Black being a convicted murderer was unable to be named Lord. The only way that Harrison was even able to access either Lordship was that he had been legitimized at birth by a pureblood. He would have to have a child with another pureblood to keep his line pure.

Then there was the heirship. Legends told of the House of Pendragon. Originally a wizard Pureblood family it had fallen into ruin before the time of the Founders. If one searched further into it they would realize that the house had abandoned their squibs. Their magical line deteriorating until it went extinct.

At least until the time of Merlin. Merlin was both a powerful mage and a seeker. Much like the times were now it was dangerous to wield both magics so easily as he did.

During his magical schooling, Merlin had come across a young squire by the name of Arthur. While he followed the Knight code Arthur had what was known as a seeker center. Unlike so many others, his center had not shrunk with disuse. If anything it had grown strong than any Merlin had ever seen.

Knowing of the Legend of the Willblade he took the young squire to it. He gave the boy a promise. If you can wield this blade you can unite the country. In a time of great war and unending bloodshed, it was a ray of hope. A weight was placed on the young boy's shoulders. Instead of turning and running he stood firm with the courage of a lion.

Merlin led the boy to the island where Nimue was. A fellow seeker she had tested the boy's courage. Arthur held true to his code and never once called upon the seeker magic that flowed through him. He passed every test as a knight would.

Unbeknownst to them, they had been followed by an evil seeker and his hoard of knights. Merlin held off the seeker to the best of his ability but they were significantly outnumbered. Injured Arthur went for the Willblade seeking to save his first friend.

To the surprise of all Arthur was able to pull the Willblade from its stone sheath. No one knew exactly what happened after that. Only that Arthur and Merlin had walked out of the fight alive. Wounded but alive.

From that day on they were nearly inseparable. With Merlin's help, Arthur was able to create Camelot. With it after decades of struggle his homeland cane together under a single banner. Wizards and Seekers alike put aside their differences and came to help.

It would not be the last strife between the three sets of people but it did bring peace. A peace that lasted almost a millennia after the Willblade was returned to its sheath.

There had not been a Lord Pendragon since Arthur's death. It was said any Lord Light Dark or Grey who gained his favor would win in their struggles. If the Dark Lord found out about this unheard-of inheritance then things would only get harder for Harrison.

Then again the trial to receive the Lordship would not be an easy one. Avalon was long since last and with it so was the Willblade. The only reason why he knew of it was because of his grandfather. His grandfather was once a seeker who specifically went after Arthurian legends.

Corbin would have to show the boy where his seeker journals were in the Yaxley library. Then how to find his grandfather's portrait. The old man always hoped that Corbin would follow in his footsteps. Instead, Corbin had married young finding his love in Hogwarts.

Not wanting to leave her to go off as a seeker he had refused seeker training. The magic was there but it was weak. He hadn't even gone through an activation. To do so he would have to touch an amulet. That wasnt going to happen. Not as long as he still had a choice.

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A/N Thanks for your reviews and support.

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Harrison's POV

Their meeting with Gringotts didnt last much longer after he got his rings. He would be given a rundown on everything he needed to know back at Yaxley manor. For now, he was emancipated due to his Lordships. Until he could prove himself though he was under the guidance of Lord Yaxley. The papers had been signed while he was getting the blocks removed.

So for as long as Yaxley wanted him around, he would not have to return to the Dursley's house. That was the best news he had heard all day. Returning to them would be the reason he died. His uncle had nearly killed him after all.

He and Yaxley flooed to the man's manor. They landed in a kind of sitting room. There were three armchairs and a couch. It was then that he remembered all of his school stuff was back at the Dursley's. Most of it could be replaced but there were a few things that couldn't.

Harrison said moving back towards the floo, "I have to go back to my aunt's house. There are things that I left behind."

Yaxley replied moving towards one of the sitting room's armchairs, "We can replace everything as long as you have your wand."

Harrison denied with a low growl, "No, there are things there that cant be replaced. I need to get them before my aunt and uncle destroyed them."

Corbin looked back at him with an appraising look. For his part, the boy held firm in his beliefs. He would not stop at this point. He had to get his journal, Marauder's Map, invisibility cloak, and photo album. They were not replaceable items.

Corbin sighed and said, "Fine then. Let us go before it gets too late."

Harrison perked up as he replied, "Thank you, sir. We need to go to Number 4 Private Drive Surrey."

Yaxley nodded and led them outside instead of to the floo. It seemed they would be apparating back to his aunt's house. The grounds were open and spacious.

Harrison could see a building on the far left. He could sense the wards on the wards on the building. Even from this distance, he could tell that they were powerful. They only allowed entrance and exit to Yaxley. That meant something inside was alive.

His curiosity burned within him but he wasn't sure how to ask. Questions typically got him berated or in the case of the Durselys it ended in a beating.

Yaxley sighed, "Ask your questions, Harrison. Do not be afraid to ask me if you have a question. I will not harm you. Though I would have you wait to get your stuff till after the healer has seen you. Though you do not look like you will wait."

Harrison hesitated for a moment before he inquired, "What do you have in that building?"

Yaxley smiled gently as he replied, "That's where I keep wolves. They are gentler in nature than wild wolves but I need to be the one who introduces you. Otherwise, they might bite you. We can do that after you are looked at by a healer."

Harrison nodded. They then moved towards the backside of the property. There they found the end of the apparation wards. Yaxley held out his arm waiting for Harrison to take it. With the slightest of hesitation, he took it.

The feeling of being pulled from through a tube overtook him. It pushed on the wounds that had not completely healed. He winced in pain but didnt not allow any other signs to show on his face.

When it ended they were on a familiar street of Private Drive. The street was practically empty of people. Given the time of day, it wasnt that surprising. It was mid-afternoon on a weekday. Most adults would be at work. With the heat, those who weren't at work would be inside trying to stay cool.

Harrison led Yaxley to the perfectly manicured lawn of Number 4. It looked exactly the same as those around it. Though Harrison could sense the wards. They were weak and wouldn't be able to keep out even Yaxley. There was no doubt in his mind that the man beside him was a dark wizard. However, Harrison could not sense any ill intentions. So, for now, he would allow the Lord close. That didnt mean trust was made yet.

Walking up to the door he knocked lightly. With any luck, his uncle would be at work. There was the sound of movement before the door was yanked open. Then it was slammed back in his face. Yep, that was his aunt all right.

Yaxley drew his wand and growled, "Stand aside, Harrison. Let me take care of this."

The boy grabbed the other's arm to stop him. With one arm still in a sling, he wouldn't able to physically stop him but with any luck, he would be able to reason.

"Don't let me try something," he insisted, "Aunt Petunia you really don't want to leave me on the doorstep do you? What if the neighbors see?"

There was a soft curse on the other side of the door. It made him give a vicious grin in return. He knew what she was considering. The chances of him leaving before the neighbors saw. It wasn't high. He would not leave without his stuff.

She flung open the door and ordered curtly, "Come in. Hurry up and do what you need to do and leave. If you are here when Vernon gets back I won't be responsible for what happens to you."

Yaxley snapped, "If he tries anything against my ward while I am here I will make you wish you had never been born. Do I make myself clear?"

:Sir?: He was the man's ward but he didnt expect this sort of protectiveness. It was as if Yaxley cared about what happened to him.

The way his aunt paled Harrison knew she understood the threat. Instead of retorting, she went to the kitchen. Most likely to avoid any other confrontations between them.

The first thing he did was undo the latches on the cupboard. This allowed him with some measure of difficulty to haul his trunk and Hedwig's cage out. He stared at it for the briefest of moments realizing it would be the last time. Good riddance was his thoughts on it. If he never came back to this house it would be too soon.

Yaxley gently took the trunk and cage from him. With a flick of his wand, they were shrunk and placed into his pocket. Harrison smiled faintly. There were few things he loved seeing more than magic.

Then he turned and went up the stairs to the room he was given. He would never claim that it was his room. It had never been his. Just as the house was never his home.

The room had not changed at all since earlier that day. There was dried blood on the floor from where he had laid. Blood droplets led towards the door from where the Foundation had carried him out. Their first aid had not been enough to stop the bleeding. Simply enough to stabilize him so that he could be moved. Hedwig had been out carrying a letter to Ron and Hermione. One he knew would not get a satisfactory response. Oh well, he would have time to heal and search for a cure for his problem at Yaxley manor.

Moving so that he stood by the bed he bent down. He had to carefully remove the loose floorboard so as not to jar his arm. Then he took out the map, his journal, some cauldron cakes, and his photo album. He couldn't fit his cloak in there but so far it had been safe in his trunk. With his most prized possessions, he was ready to leave and never look back.

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Harrison's POV

He sat stock-still as Healer Greengrass moved about the room. The healer was his classmate's uncle. Though he seemed to have a far gentler personality than she did.

The first thing he had done was to run a set of basic diagnostic charms. Whatever they had said made the healer curse in a very unprofessional manner. Then he asked Yaxley if he could use a rune based diagnostic. It would be much easier than trying to run charms individually.

Yaxley agreed with Harrison's reluctant acquiescence. The boy was still not 100% sure if he could trust the elder wizard. Still, he allowed the healer to do the rune and diagnostic spells.

Foreign magic washed over him checking every wound and interacting with his core. It felt as if the man's magic was talking to his own.

As the two magic interacted a sheet of parchment was conjured. It began taking down all of his injuries and illnesses. Even Harrison was surprised as it continued to grow longer and longer. Yaxley for his part looked ill at the sight of its length. They hadn't even read about his injuries yet.

When it finally stopped Harrison was allowed to sit up. His magic hummed happily within his veins. It was different from when he interacted with wards. Interacting with wards made his magic restless and wanting to do something. This made it far calmer and less likely to lash out.

Yaxley questioned just loud enough for Harrison to hear, "Is the damage repairable, Malcolm?"

Greengrass seemed to consider the question before he replied, "To be honest he may never have full function back. It's not just the damage the muggles did either. It's his center. Centers are separate from magical cores thankfully otherwise he would be no more than a magical."

Harrison sighed tiredly, "You're worried about my broken center. Don't. There is nothing you can do about it."

Yaxley snapped harshly causing Harrison to flinch, "What do you mean?"

He answered leaning back slightly, "Unlike wizard cores a center is vital to a seeker's life. It's not just how we are able to call upon our magic or someone titans. Centers hold our very life force within them. They are heavily protected by the body. Only three times in history has a seeker broken their center. Each one was during an important fight. Most of the time they died shortly after. It is possible seekers have died immediately after their centers were destroyed but we don't know for sure. As it stands now I'll be dead within a few months. Unless by some miracle I find a way to fix my center."

That was as likely as Harrison finding out that he had living relatives that were not muggles. Impossible in his eyes. Not that he had given up by any means.

The fight with Voldemort at the end of the year had taken its toll. Mentally he was a mess from watching Cedric die. The older boy had truly been a friend to him. He didnt abandon Harrison as Ron and Hermione had.

Physically he was weakened to the point if his center didnt kill him starvation would. Vernon had beaten him within an inch of his life and left him for dead. It was only his ties to the Huntik Foundation that he was alive now.

Not even the Huntik Foundation could save him from his fate. Living during this time would be worse than death itself. His Will would slowly drain out of him as his seeker magic poisoned his body.

Already Izuku had planned to take one of the impossible missions. Nine seekers so far went on the mission and never returned. One of them was a seeker he trained with on multiple occasions. Eathon Lambert's father of Loke Lambert who was now fifteen and just entering the world of seekers.

Loke didn't know what their world was until June. He thought his father was an archeologist. In a way seekers were a form of archeologists. In others, they weren't unless you counted the Indiana Jones movies. Seekers sought to protect history and its secrets. They also sought to form bonds with each other and with titans.

Something he learned was no seeker was no meant to be alone forever. They were a sociable kind of creature that sought out others company even unconsciously. Being alone for too long was bad for their mental state. Even if it was just one other person it could make all the difference.

Glancing at Yaxley he saw that the other was considering his thoughts. This man wasn't bad in terms of company but it was only a few hours ago they met. He was almost completely sure that Yaxley would be tried of him within the month.

On top of their need for socializing they kept odd hours. Harrison had been known for not sleeping three days out of four when researching for a mission. Dante always forced him to sleep after the third day. There were times Harrison would find Dante slumped over a book at two or three in the morning.

When neither of them could sleep from the horrors of what they saw a good book would help. Silently using each other's company to keep the nightmares at bay. Their partnership evolved to the point they rarely had to speak about what was bothering them. Only the worst brought out the need to speak.

Greengrass said drawing him from his thoughts, "There must be something that can be done. Treatment options to at least extend your life expectancy."

Harrison sighed, "Seeker magic doesn't rely on the same things as wizard magic. Healing a center isn't like healing wounds. You can't just create a spell or a potion to fix it. When a center is broken the seeker magic will poison my body. My Will will die out on top of that. Seekers who suffer these kinds of injuries take on an impossible mission and don't come back. We aren't meant to die in a bed. We are meant to die on the field of battle. That is who we are."

Yaxley snapped, "Absolutely not!"

Harrison smiled sadly as he said, "Mr. Yaxley I'm studying to be a Ward Master. Even if you lock down the wards I will find a way around them. My life is my own. I will choose what to do with it."

Even if it means I die.

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Yaxley's POV

Malcolm healed Harrison after skillfully rendering him unconscious. Almost every bone that had been broken before needed to be rebroken, set, then healed. Some needed skelegrow to finish healing. It would hopefully put his ward out for the rest of the day. Magical healing took a lot out of the body.

Once what could be fixed was fixed Malcolm began writing out prescriptions for different potions. As he was doing he paused then as an afterthought returned to the parchment. When he read it over he cursed colorfully under his breath.

Malcolm said when Corbin raised an eyebrow, "I'll need to give him all of his shots as well. One of which needs your permission as his guardian."

There was only one shot that required permission. Dragon pox it burned like hellfire when it was administered but was better than the alternative. If someone got Dragon Pox past the age of five or six it was practically a death sentence. Those who did get it young would forever be squibs.

Dragon Pox was a flu-like disease that ate at a wizard's magic. The more someone had the more painful the process was. It would go on for years making the person beg for death long before it came. Abraxas Malfoy suffered the disease for three years before it took him. The elder Malfoy lived just long enough to see his grandson be born before he died. He could not bear to watch anyone go through that again.

"I give you permission to give him the Dragon Pox vaccine," he said confidently.

With that, his ward was given his vaccines. They were several and he winced in sympathy. Usually, they would only give the vaccines when a child was young. They would be spread out to prevent the child from being weakened by the vaccines.

Once that was finished he took his ward to his room. Malcolm left with a small smile watching Corbin take Harrison up to his own rooms. The healer was an old friend who was trusted to find his own way out.

Once Harrison was settled onto his bed Corbin went back. Parchment that held the prescription for his ward was waiting for him. There were several vitamin, nutritional, and bone-strengthening potions. A schedule was on a separate piece of parchment. It would be an extensive schedule for him but in the end, his ward would be stronger for it.

Harrison's POV

When he came to his body felt like it was on fire. A strangled scream tore through him. It was worse than when his center broke. What was this?

A cool hand touched his forehead causing Harrison to lean into it. A soft masculine voice swore colorfully.

It soothed gently, "Easy Harrison. You're burning up from the potions in your system. Drink this it's a fever reducer."

Who... who was this? Harrison did as he was asked wincing at the taste that hit his tongue. Still, he swallowed down the potion. Almost instantly he felt the fire raging under his skin abate slightly.

When he opened his eyes he winced at the bright lights of what he had to guess was his room. It wasnt his room back at Foundation Headquarters or the Dursley's. So where... oh he was at Yaxley manor. That meant the blond-haired man above him was Lord Yaxley.

Sluggishly the memories of the previous day returned. This must be a reaction to the potions that he was given. Great. He hated feeling useless and this was the epitome of that.

Yaxley said gently, "Come on. I have a house-elf running a cold bath for you. I'll help you over to the bathroom then you can change."

As promised that's exactly what the man did. He left Harrison in the bathroom to change. The water was cold but it felt amazing on his heated skin.

Fresh clothes that were not his own were outside the door waiting for him. For once he did not care about sharing clothes as his own were soaked with sweat. By his bed was Yaxley was casting spells on the bed. Cooling charms if he had to guess.

Yaxley said with a sigh, "There. Those cooling charms should help with your fever. Do you want me to stay?"

Harrison gave him guardian a scathing look. No one was allowed to watch him sleep. Guardian or not. The man held up his hands in surrender before moving towards the door.

It took three days of his system battling the potions that his fever finally broke. Then it was another two before he was allowed to move about the manor.

During that time Harrison had gone through his Huntik files. Finishing his reports only took up the first half of the first day out of the fever. From there he was looking at potential missions. He needed a mission that could either save him or end him. Either would work at this point. He had pretty much given up but there was a small amount of hope trying to blossom in his chest. Stupid Metz and Yaxley giving him hope that didnt belong with him.

One mission stuck out to him. It was posted several years prior to the seeker net. Hundreds of seekers had taken it on but to date, no one ever returned. The mission was the hunt for the Demon Blade Murasame.

As a rule of thumb, seekers tended to not deal in demons. They were more dangerous than Titans. If not careful a seeker could die more easily than in a regular mission.

The legend that went with the demon was interesting, to say the least. Murasame was an untouchable demon blade. It is the existence that contains life. It loves and hates humans. It lives to change someone. It grants promises to those it loves. And brings destruction to those it hates.

According to the legend, Lady Fuse was the one who sealed away Murasame the first time. Binding him to this realm and to the form of a sword and bird. She later fought against Tamazusa. Alone she was losing and the world was threatened to fall into eternal darkness. Eight warriors came to her aid each holding a unique and special trait. After winning against Tamazusa she stabbed herself and made a promise to resurrect and grant the wishes of the incarnations of her eight fallen warriors. Eight gems then appeared in the afterlife and are each beared by the eight reincarnations of the dog warriors of legend. Duty, devotion, faith, brotherhood, loyalty, wisdom, etiquette, and benevolence. It was said that no matter whether it's in this time or in the past devotion and duty would forever be bound together.

He had to wonder if the legend was true. As long as he could remember he had a gem with the inscription of Devotion on it. It was blood red and no matter where he went he took it with him. If he remembered correctly Metz had one as well. For the life of him, he could not remember what the inscription said on it. Not that it mattered right now.

With a sigh, he accepted the mission. He would have to arrange a portkey to take him to the last known coordinates of the missing seekers. Maybe he would bring solace to those left behind. Or he might not come back at all. Either was fine with him.

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Harrison's POV

Unsurprisingly it was Metz who approved his mission request. If Guggenheim had seen it he would have gotten a message to his holotome to yell at him. If there was one thing that man was good at it was yelling when one of the Foundation members did something stupid.

Going on a mission now was the epitome of stupid. Harrison knew this and he didnt care. It was his last chance and he would go even if it meant he died trying.

Convincing Corbin that it needed was another thing entirely. They spent two days waiting for his portkey arguing. Harrison was persistent and outright told the man that he was leaving with or without saying goodbye.

With those options Corbin reluctantly allowed him to go. The morning of his departure was met with unsure air. Neither he nor Corbin knew what to say or do. They didnt have the chance to really get to know each other. Though Harrison knew that his affairs were in order should he not return. His wishes were written out on parchment in his trunk. An owl was sent to the goblins. He knew they would follow through on his will. For good or for ill they would adhere to his wishes.

The portkey took him to the last reported position of the previous seekers. A site no one would go to for their own safety. The last known seeker had been Eathon Lambert 7 years ago. Eathon had been one of the seekers who trained him. He didnt know him very well as he always seemed to be on the verge of leaving. One of the titans in his arsenal though was a gift from the man.

Jirwolf one for him and one for Eathon. They were known as pack titans who were strongest when together but still strong in their own right. While he rarely used the titan it never left his side. Its amulet usually lay over his shirt when he went on missions. It was a reminder of who he was and what he was fighting for.

The portkey took him to a small town in a rural part of Germany. He spent two days gathering information on the area. What he found out didnt surprise him given what he knew from the Foundation Archives. He missed the Organization by a day and they were headed to an abandoned church in the forest outside of town. No one knew when it had been built or when it was abandoned. Simply they knew it had been there as long as anyone could remember. If was a forbidden place since the disappearances started. Those who went rarely came back and if they did they were changed. Most who returned committed suicide within days.

With supplies, so he could make a trip to and from the church he left. It took him a day and a half to make it to the church. As he anticipated the Organization had beaten them to the punch. They were practically tearing apart the ground of the church. From what he could see there wasnt any of the main part. There were just the suits and out of all the Organization they were the easiest.

Despite the fact that they were the easiest to defeat he could not risk doing battle with them. Without his seeker abilities as a seeker, he would fail in a fight. Hand to hand combat could only go so far.

As he moved closer to the church he caught a flash of golden blond hair. Then there were more flashes of the blond hair. One by one the Organization fell and Harrison couldn't keep up with the movements. Then the movement came right for him. Pain erupted from his chest and he collapsed back onto the ground.

A golden-haired woman stared down at him for a moment as he struggled to breathe. She said coldly, "So one of the eight has finally arrived. Will you live or will you die? The choice is yours. Good luck little dog warrior."

Then as quickly as she came she was gone leaving him with the bodies of the Organization. His entire right side was torn to shreds and there was a long deep cut from his right shoulder to his left hip. from an attack. Around him the bodies of the men from the Organization. It saddened him to see them like that. Harrison didn't like them but he didn't want to see them dead like this. No one deserved to die in such a way.

A shadow came over him making the boy lookup. A platinum blond man stood over him. This person was different from the golden blond that attacked him. For a moment he almost mistook the man for a Malfoy. A pained snort sounded from his chest at the thought. What would a Malfoy be doing there?
They hated him with a passion all through school. While they followed Tom they took any chance they could to attack him.

The man inquired sounding genuinely curious in his hands was a sword, "Do you wish to live?"

Harrison tried to sit up only to collapse back down. The red bead he always carried with him fell from his pocket. The blond's eyes watched it roll with a look of surprise and intrigue.

Harrison coughed painfully as the world turned fuzzy, "I think that's a given. This wound is fatal, however. If it doesn't kill me then my center will soon enough."

His last chance was on a titan that it turned out wasn't even there. So many lives lost for nothing.

The blond replied holding out the sword he held, "Would you be willing to take a demon into your body? To throw away all possibilities of a normal life?"

Harrison didn't reply with words. Instead, he used the last of his waning strength to grasp the hilt and pull. It came free immediately and at first, nothing happened. Then a dark shadow came from the hilt and began to encircle him. A pain like he had not felt before encompassed him. It took all of his willpower not to cry out.

A voice growled, "Who dares try to awaken me?! I'm waiting for Shino to return. He promised that when he came back we would go for barbeque. He will come back. He promised!"

The last two parts were near hysterical as if the titan had a hard time believing it. Harrison's heart that he thought had long since hardened to such things went out to the lonely titan. He knew what it was like to be lonely. Too long for a promise that was most likely long forgotten.

He rasped, "I might not be this Shino person but if you can help me I swear we will go have some barbeque. I don't want to die but you are my final hope. My name is Harrison Potter. What's yours?"

The dark shadow began to twist and turn. He could feel it testing the truthfulness of his promise. Testing his very soul.
It then began to form into a true shape and body. To Harrison's immense surprise it became a bird. More specifically it became a crow. Black eyes met his green and a flare of hope entered the black eyes.

It said, "Shino... it's you. You finally kept your promise," it nuzzled where his neck and shoulder met.

The loneliness fading from its voice as it said, "I missed you, Shino. You were gone for so long. You don't even remember me and you hurt again. I'll make you better then we can go eat."

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Harrison's POV

As it would turn out Murasame was not in fact a Titan as the Foundation thought. He was in fact a demon one who both loved and hated humans. According to the blond Murasame brought misfortune to those it hated and granted wishes to those it loved. Everything it gave would come at a price, however.

To his fortune, the demon loved him for being someone who was long dead. A reincarnation if he had to guess. It made him think of what the woman had said. She called him a little dog warrior. He would have to look up legends mentioning them once he returned to the Foundation.

It didnt take him long to realize that returning to the Foundation was going to be tricky. When he tried to stand his body was unable to hold his weight and he crashed to the ground. A groan escaped him as he stared up at the sky above him.

Well fuck. How was he supposed to get back like this? If his body couldn't hold his weight he would never make it back to town.

A warm hand touched his shoulder causing him to jerk back in surprise. The older man said bending down to a knee in front of him, "Let me help you, Harrison."

"How do you know my name?" He croaked.

The man smiled slightly as he replied, "I am the guardian of all the dog warriors. Before now I was unable to approach due to an interfering Headmaster. Not even he can stop destiny at work."

Harrison growled as he was laid out over the other's back, "What the fuck do you mean destiny? Destiny is what you make of it. Nothing is set in stone."

The man laughed in return, "So says the child who's destiny is in two. Which will you choose? The path of the dog warriors seeking the one with only half a soul? Or the one that the old man has laid out before you. One will lead to happiness. The other to ruin."

What the hell had he gotten himself into? He didnt get the chance to question the man any further, however. A wave of exhaustion rushed through him. Unwillingly he found his eyes closing and he nodded off.

When he came to he was in a familiar infirmary back at Foundation Headquarters, Germany. How in the hell did he get here? The last thing he remembered was that blond saying something about destiny.

A familiar voice said in an annoyed tone, "Well look who's awake. What part of no missions cant you get through your head? I have enough paperwork trying to run the Foundation without Metz and I dont need you adding to it. Drink this."

Jason Guggenheim sat at his bedside his grey eyes watching Harrison carefully. He held out a glass of water for him. On the bed was paperwork he had no doubt been going through strewn about. A flash of guilt went through the child. He didnt want to add to Jason's workload but neither did he want to stay on the sidelines.

The Foundation had saved him from himself more times than he could count. Just when things seemed at their bleakest they pulled him out of the darkness. Things had only gotten more complicated since Metz's illness though.

Harrison grumbles tiredly as he took the glass, "How long have I been out? And where is the blonde that brought me here? I have some questions for him."

Jason's eyes narrowed as he replied curtly, "Three days. As for who brought you here I have no idea. He left as soon as you were settled into the infirmary."

A growl escaped Harrison. Damn it. He had more questions for that man. Most importantly being how did he know that Harrison would be at that church. And why did he have the demon that now lay within Harrison's arm?

Guggenheim said as he began to gather up his papers, "Let me go inform your guardian that you're awake. He's been staying at the manor in an empty room since you were brought in."

Harrison set up a question leaving him before he could stop it, "Metz?"

"The same," came a soft reply.

Harrison's eyes burned with unshed tears and scrubbed at the with the back of his arm. He refused to be seen as weak here. Not in front of one of the few people he respected in this world.

It only took a few moments for Guggenheim to return. This time Corbin was in tow. Corbin looked like he hadn't slept at all since Harrison left. Part of the teenager felt bad knowing that he was the cause of this.

Corbin breathed, "Thank Merlin. When Guggenheim floo called me I feared the worst. How are you feeling?"

Setting aside the glass he replied, "Better than I have in a while. I think it's thanks to my new friend."

Harrison's eyes drifted to his bared right arm. Nothing was there currently but he knew what lay just beneath the surface. A demon was there and they didnt know the full extent of its abilities.

Guggenheim questioned, "Did you succeed in finding the titan?"

"I did," the shock was almost palpable at that, "Except Murasame is not a titan. At least not in the sense that we know them. He is a demon and now is sealed within my right arm."

Guggenheim slowly reached out a question in his eyes. Harrison nodded allowing the man to take his wrist in his hands. Familiar warmth of the man's seeker magic flowed into him. It pressed against his center testing it.

Harrison expected pain. What he did not expect was for his seeker magic to respond in kind. While slow from lack of use it still responded without any pain.

Guggenheim's voice cracked as he said, "Your center its healing. It's still cracked but it's no longer the shattered mess it was. How?"

Harrison smiled as he glanced down at his arm again. He said, "I dont know the price yet but my new friend healed my center. As well as the wounds I sustained trying to retrieve him. I would have died out there alongside the Organization if that man hadn't saved me. I owe whoever he was a life debt."

Corbin flinched and spoke up for the first time, "You know how serious that is right? Life debts are not something you can just back away from if you dont like what they call it in for."

"I know but I was moments away from dying. Without him, I would have died there."

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Harrison's POV

He allowed the Foundation's doctor to look him over. Jason and Corban watched with identical unreadable looks. The doctor's hands moved over the bandages expertly. No words were exchanged while he did his work.

It was something Harrison was used to. The doctors were not meant to be friendly. They after all had to deal with stupid stunts pulled by members of the Foundation. Some of the younger one's would lecture the seekers. The older one's only gave off disappoint airs and looks.

Finally the doctor stepped back and said, "Its a miracle given your records, kid. If I didnt know better you made a deal with the devil himself."

Harrison and Guggenheim shared a look but said nothing. They knew that he had made a deal with a devil. Just not the devil the doctor was thinking of.

The man ordered coldly, "You will take the next two months off. If you go on a mission during this time I will not treat your wounds. Do not go on anymore missions during this time."

Harrison grinned as he said, "I'll do my best."

At the same time Corban said, "He wont be going on any missions. Not as long as I have something to say about it."

Harrison had to stop himself from snapping at the man. Corban was his guardian for the moment. That didnt mean he trusted the man. All it did mean was that he wasnt willing to argue with the men.

Harrison rubbed at the bandages as he said, "I do need to read up on the books of Lordships. Especially since I will live long enough to use my seats."

Corban sighed and gave him a long look. It seemed the man was not amused by his outlook.

Then the man questioned, "Is it safe to take him home?"

The doctor waved them and stepped back, "He is safe to travel but I would recommend that he take it easy even at home. Let your center heal, child. Dont keep pushing yourself to the point of killing yourself. Watching Metz destroy himself is hard enough."

Harrison flinched heavily. The reminder that his mentor did this to himself was painful. It made him realize what Guggenheim was going through. He had to watch his best friends chase after a legend of the Amulet of Will and the Legendary Titans.

First he watch Simon Judeau who had taken the Legendary Titan of Mind. It was sometime in the mid to late 60s. Metz, Eathon, and Simon go on the mission. Then when they returned Simon had fallen ill to the same disease as Metz. The Foundation tried to help him like they currently doing for Metz. Only for the man to disappear in the middle of the night.

Then came Eathon's abrupt disappearance almost ten years ago now. No one knew what exactly happened to the Irishman. It wasnt even possible to follow his last known locations. There were too conflicting reports that came in. Main problem was that no one knew where his journal was. A seeker's journal was everything to them and to be given the journal meant you were trusted.

It was still debated on who went first. Metz or Eathon. The last time anyone had seen Eathon and when Metz went to the Amazon was around the same time. The only thing that was good about Metz's situation was that he had come back. Even if he came back and has been sick ever since.

Watching Harrison had to be the hardest for Guggenheim. Jason Guggenheim had watched him grow up under the watchful eye of Metz and Dante. The man had watched over him as best as he could. He didnt know everything but when he found out about the abuse it was what made him act.

Corban helped him up with careful hands and they began to leave. Before they left the infirmary he said, "Thank you Jason for everything."

Jason stiffened then relaxed as he replied with a small smile, "Of course brat. Take care. I'll see you again another day."

With that they were gone heading back to Yaxley manor. What he did not know was that things were going to once again shift.

Lok's POV

Finally arriving at his dorm Loke wanted to breath a sigh of relief. The feeling of being watched had the hairs on the back of his neck raised. His dad always had said to trust his instincts and currently his instincts to him to run. If he was alone he might have done so. However he was not alone.

After class not knowing the danger, Lok stopped his classmate, Sophie, to ask to borrow her notes to review. Upon solving her crossword puzzle in only 90 seconds, Sophie finally agrees to help Lok. 

Cautiously he checked the windows and didn't find anyone watching the house. The feeling of being watched did not leave. He needed to get rid of Sophie and quickly then call his mom.

His mom had taught him that things were never as they seemed. While she never outright said it but he figured out his dad was part of unknown group. This group spent a lot of time overseas and searched for the secrets of the world.

The shattering of a pot had him swinging around. Sophie's hands were held out as if to catch it. Any anger he felt dissipated at the sight of the remains. On the ground was a familiar journal and a green and silver necklace. It was a necklace he had seen his dad wearing whenever he was home.

Rushing over he grabbed the necklace and felt a rush of power. He lightly glowed green. A name and the feeling of a connection to the amulet was made. Kipperin was the name of a creature that lived within the amulet.

Sophie said with a slight stutter, "L-Lok, you should see this."

She held out the journal and he recognized the journal. His dad's journal that had been missing just as long as he had been.

As Lok took it she continued, "This is definitely a seeker's journal. Did you know that your father was a seeker?"

Lok replied with an odd look, "I dont even know what a seeker is. It seems my dad was searching for something. But what are amulets? Seeker powers? This sounds like a bad scifi movie."

Sophie startled as he turned the pages, "I recognize this symbol! It's the mark of the Huntik Foundation. That must mean your father was a member of the Foundation. We can make contact with one of the Foundation's best men Dante Vale. Its said he has a house somewhere in the city!"

Lok didnt have time to respond. Three men broke through the window.

Sophie shouted something indiscernible and a bright red light hit one in the chest. She then grabbed his arm and pulled him to run out of the dorm. Lok held the journal close to his chest as they ran out onto the streets.

More men in suits ran after them and Sophie turned to face them, "Go Lok. Find Dante Vale I'll hold them off."

"I can help," he tried to argue.

"Go!"

Fine maybe he would actually get some answers with Vale.

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Harrison's POV

Waking up early had been a habit since he was young. It was drilled into him by the Durselys. Thank Merlin that he didnt have to go back to them. Corbin had guardianship over him. It was binding both with the muggles and wizards.

In the informal dining room he found Corbin already awake. Curious he questioned, "Are you an early riser as well, sir?"

Corban smiled as he said, "Not usually this early. However we have a Wizengott meeting to attend at 11."

Harrison sat at the table curiosity sparking in his green eyes, "What can I expect from the meeting?"

Corbin took a sip of his coffee before he replied, "I will apparate us there this time and next time you can use the portkey within the rings. Since you are underage you cannot apparate yourself yet. Today the meeting will be having you sworn in and a review over last quarter. There shouldn't be any bills to go over however."

Harrison nodded accepting the words. Then he asked, "How often does the Wizengott meet? What if there is an emergency how is everyone notified? If you are going to be late for any reason do they have to wait?"

Corbin answered easily not looking at all annoyed by his questions, "We meet once a month at 11 am. Regular meetings will not start until everyone is present. However if there is an emergency session depending on what it's for we could start if there is only one or two missing. Emergency meetings when called cause our rings to burn. It's a different intensity depending on the severity of the reason."

Harrison took note of this. Many of his questions would be answered once he was able to start his books. If things stayed the way they were then he would start them after the meeting.

The two quietly had breakfast and Corbin helped him with the robes. It was considered bad form for him to where his school robes to a Wizengott meeting. Most wouldnt take him seriously should he decide to vote on something.

The robes that were chosen were black with the crests of both Potter and Black on them. Apparently Corbin had them made at one point while he was gone. It was slightly unnerving to find that they fit perfectly.

Actually there was an entire wardrobe of well fitting clothes in all styles. At his questioning look Corbin stated that no ward of his would be caught wearing clothes four times too big. It wasnt that the man disapproved of muggle clothes. Only how they were too big on him.

The biggest difference between the two was that Harrison also wore his ward stone. Silver in color it showed his rank as an apprentice. As this was an official meeting he needed to wear it. A show of who he was training under and keep anyone from trying to stake a claim.

At 10:30 they made their way to the edge of the wards and apparated. They arrived in a great hall with dozens of wizards milling about. Some greeted Corbin with a wave. Others glanced at him curiously but didnt stop them as they made their way to the courtroom. Harrison had to have his wand checked at a security gate as he was not an official member yet.

The courtroom they went to was huge. Their entrance led to a series of benches that were on a circular platform encircled a chair. Many of the benches already had Lords and Ladies sitting at them.

Even to an outside observer one could see how the Lords and Ladies were broken into section. If he had to guess it was based on which way their beliefs aligned. Malfoy, Lestrange, and a few others sat together. It was where Corbin directed him to.

Despite what some might think he wasnt stupid or naive. He knew exactly what side Corbin was on. He also knew about the tattoo that lay on the man's left forearm. It was only because of Tarloc the young teenager was here. His master trusted Corbin and Harrison would as well. Until it was proven to be a bad idea.

Harrison sat by the older man's side who sat just left of the Lestrange Lord. The two struck up a quiet conversation while his focus was on those around him. Many of the Lords on the Light side of the room were frowning at him. Those on the Neutral side seemed more contemplative. They wanted to see what he was going to do.

Then Dumbledore entered. His reaction to Harrison's presence was by far the most amusing. The old man froze his jaw hanging open. His usual twinkle left the moment he saw where Harrison was sitting.

As cunning as the old man was he couldnt have predicted this. Good thing too. If he knew what Harrison had been up to the last year he might not have succeeded in getting to his current position. While he didnt plan on getting beaten within an inch of his life this was still the better alternative.

As their eyes met however a shiver ran through the boy. He knew the old man couldnt perform magic here. No one could it was against the laws set. Should someone try the security wizards would be alerted. Only aurors and ward masters could legally cast spells in the courtrooms.

Corbin whispered, "What is it?"

"I'm not sure," he whispered back. If Dumbledore wanted to try something however it would be after the meeting. For now they were relatively safe.

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Once everyone had settled in their seats Dumbledore stood. The chamber fell silent and their eyes were all upon him. Next to Harrison, Corbin was stiff his easy going attitude was gone. A cold expression equal to that of Lucius Malfoy was on his face. It almost made the young man shiver.

Dumbledore began his grandfatherly tone was thick in his voice, "Do we have any old business that needs to be readdressed?"

No one answered him, "Do we have any new business that does not have to be voted on to be addressed?"

That's when he stood and said, "Speaker of the Wizengamot, I wish to claim my seat and votes,” he said in a practiced smooth tone.

Corbin had taught him what exactly he had to say. Being able to say it appropriately would earn him a lot of respect. Especially given how young he was.

Something that had been explained to him was the consequences of him taking up the Lordships. The Dumbledore Lordship like many others could only be taken up by a pureblood. Whether this is legitimized like Harrison or by birth. This made Dumbledore's position within the Wizengamot tenuous at best.

Corbin had shown Harrison how the old man had been using his seats. Before his father died, James had named Dumbledore Regent. There he would have stayed until Harrison was old enough to take the Lordship. However he should have been teaching Harrison about his duties since he was seven. Or at the very latest when he was 11. This had him playing four years worth of catchup.
 
“Certainly, my Lord. Place your finger upon the black stone please; the magicks of the Chamber will do the rest.”
 
Harrison placed a single long finger upon the black stone resting on the Speaker’s platform, not even flinching at the small bite of blood the stone took. A moment later the magicks of the Chamber filled the room with a loud voice that stated, “The Wizengamot recognises Lord Harrison of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter and Black."

From the growing scowl on Senior Mugwump Albus Dumbledore’s face, he had been hoping to meet the position for himself. Once more Harrison was glad for Tarloc. It was thanks to his master that this had been done. He would have never thought to do it himself.

Better yet, nobody could accuse Lord Harrison of doing something dishonest to gain the title. The Wizengamot Chambers had all manner of spells and wards laid in place to stop just such a thing from happening. On top of that, the black stone that confirmed a Lord or Lady’s place in the Wizengamot did so with a drop of blood, which no potion in the magical world could falsify. Even Polyjuice just changed the physical make-up, not the blood.

Harrison returned to his seat by Corbin, who gave him an approving clap on the shoulder. As he was scanning the room and taking in their reactions he saw Master Tarloc. Tarloc Selwyn was the current Lord of the Selwyn family. As per his position he was in with the neutral faction. His master raised his chin in acknowledgement a flash of amusement crossed his dark eyes.

A blustering Lord Fawcett spoke first, “Lord Potter-Black, I am not certain you realise where you are sitting. The men in your immediate vicinity are the Lords Yaxley, Malfoy and Lestrange. You are more than welcome over here instead of such dark companionship.”
 
He didn't stand back up as he said, “I am fully aware of where I sit, Lord Fawcett, thank you.”

Another voice called out his tone laced heavily with venom, "But you're a Potter you should be sitting with the Light. Potters have always been Light."

"Did you not hear where I was declared Lord Potter and Black?" He put special emphasis on Black.

Fawcett called out, "But Sirius Black was the reason your parents were murdered. Can you truly in good conscience sit with the side that allowed this? How are you even able to get your Lordship? You're what 14? There is no feasible way a child could get the Lordship so early."

That had the courts muttering in agreement. Under normal circumstances they would be right. He wouldn't have been able to get his Lordship until his sixteenth birthday. But his situation was far from normal.

This had Harrison fighting a grin he had hoped to gain some allies first but since they brought it up. It was time to take advantage of it.

"Dark is a very general term, in my opinion. Nonetheless, it is not your place to decide where I sit and how I vote and I suggest you be quiet before you make even more of a fool of yourself. Since you have brought up my godfather however. Show me the proof that he did what you claim he did. I tried to find the transcripts after the events of my third year. Somehow they were missing. That means you sent an Heir Lord to Azkaban for 12 years. Prove me wrong and show me the transcripts or face the truth.”

Harrison felt his lips twitch in mild amusement as a sputtering Lord Fawcett took his seat, turning red in embarrassment. He wouldn’t be recovering anytime soon.

He studied the Wizengamot as they slowly recovered from his sharp reply to Lord Fawcett, in particular studying Senior Mugwump and Headmaster of Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore. The old man's interest had not waned if anything it had grown. He could tell the man did not like his words. Or the fact that he was already trying to get his godfather free. Sirius had never received a trial and Harrison would see that fixed. Immediately.

In the neutral section he saw Madame Bones begin scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. Good maybe the Head of the DMLE would take care of things.

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Harrison listened silently as the court proceeded through its usual business. There were a few bills being discussed and he read through the papers that they were given. First few were about taxes and other things he didn't quite understand. Corbin promised to explain it to him before they were to have a debate on it in the next session. This was just to introduce it to them and give a chance for it to be thrown out before ever reaching the debate stage.

Towards the back half of the stack he found something that made his blood boil. It was a creature bill that would further restrict the rights of werewolves. In the bill it stated that if a werewolf was found near a human habitation in the past or current during the week of the Full Moon it could be put down without any repercussions. Any further attempt to couple together with humans or any other creature was an immediate death sentence. Those were simply a few of the restrictions that were being added onto already ridiculous restrictions.

Harrison nudged Corbin with his elbow causing the man to look down at him. He pointed to the bill in question unable to speak through his rage. Werewolves did not deserve this kind of discrimination.

Unsure about the man he watched for his reaction to the bill. There was a flash of anger and loathing in the man's eyes. When it came up for discussion Corbin stood.

Dumbledore reluctantly acknowledged, "The Wizengamot recognizes Lord Yaxley. You may speak Lord Yaxley."

Corbin said in a loud resonating voice, "I vote to dismiss this bill immediately. The restrictions on werewolves and other creatures already have a stranglehold. To approve this bill will insight a rebellion."

There was a snort from one of the Light section Lords. Dumbledore acknowledged with that infernal twinkle in his eye, "The Court acknowledges Lord Tanner. You may speak Lord Tanner."

Tanner stood as he sneered at Corbin, "Why shouldn't we restrict their rights? Werewolves are nothing more than mindless beasts. They should be put down the moment they are turned before they can bite someone else. The beasts are a danger to our society and children."

Corbin stiffened and Harrison could feel the absolute fury radiating off of him. The other Lords of the Dark Sect were silently watching them. Judging everything that was happening but not saying a word. This was a test for Harrison and he was determined to pass it.

Taking a deep breath to center himself he stood. Corbin gave him a curious glance but said nothing. They waited for him to be acknowledged even as many in the Light Section sneered.

Dumbledore forced out, "The Court acknowledges Lord Potter-Black. Lord Potter-Black you may speak."

Harrison began keeping tight control over both his emotions and his magic, "You say that werewolves are mindless beasts. That they are always a threat to wizard kind."

Tanner quipped with a raised eyebrow, "And you don't Potter? You should given that werewolves sided on with You-Know-Who and helped him murder your parents."

Harrison returned, "All of them? I highly doubt this. According to my research only two packs joined Voldemort," There was a resounding flinch from everyone, "The rest stayed neutral rather than getting involved in the affairs of wizards. All you're doing now is pushing them towards this Dark Lord and all future Dark Lords. Eradicating someone for something that wasn't their fault makes you worse than Voldemort."

Gasps filled the courtroom. A few in the Light Section were giving him more appraising looks now. While they hid it well those around him seemed equally impressed.

Harrison pressed on not letting his advantage go to waste, "But we are not here to debate whether or not werewolves join Voldemort," another large flinch that he ignored, "We are here to decide whether or not to dismiss this bill. I say dismiss it for it is illegal and will only insight more violence."

And with that he and Corbin sat back in their seats. There were a few loud murmurings as Tanner did the same. The older male glared at him from across the Courtroom.

A warm hand clapped him on the shoulder as a voice said, "Well done lad."

It was Lord Lestrange. Out of all of the Dark Section he was surprised this was someone who decided to reach out a hand. He figured they would tolerate him at best because of his ties to Corbin.

So not to offend the man he said with a bow of his head in respect, "Thank you, Lord Lestrange."

"You may call me, Corvus," said the older man with a light smile.

Barely withholding a wide grin he said, "Then you may call me Harrison."

Corvus nodded. Then they turned their attention back to the center. Dumbledore had risen and was giving off a disapproving air. Harrison barely withheld a sneer. This man disapproved of him being here but it was he that had tried to hide everything. He who had sent him back to be abused time and time again. If it wasn't for Master Tarloc and Corbin he would be completely clueless to his heritage.

Dumbledore then said, "Now we will vote whether to dismiss this bill or not. All in favor for dismissal?"

Harrison held his breath as he raised his wand. He was not the only one to raise his wand however. Members from all sides raised theirs. In the end only five voted against dismissal. This meant they had won. He had won his first argument.

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Finally, the meeting ended and they were dismissed. Harrison kept close to his guardian who took the time to speak with a few of the other Lords. They were out in the hallways of the Ministry now.

Corvus said, "You did well today, Harrison. Many of us were surprised when you chose to sit with Lord Yaxley rather than with the Light Lords."

He was fishing for information. Maybe he should throw the old man a bone. It eventually gets out about his apprenticeship with Tarloc. Or as the rest of the Ministry and Lords knew him, Lord Selwyn.

Harrison answered keeping an eye on those around them, "Lord Yaxley has taken over my guardianship. He has been kind to me and has been teaching me about my Lordships."

Corvus questioned incredulously, "You didn't know?"

Harrison shook his head as he said, "Nope. I didn't know anything about Lordships until I started my apprenticeship. Master Selwyn taught me what he could but he's too old to take my guardianship. After what happened a few weeks ago he called Lord Malfoy and Yaxley. I had to choose between them as they were trusted by my master."

"And you choose, Lord Yaxley," finished the older Lord, "You should have been learning this since you were young. Even the most stingy Lord starts teaching Heirs by the age of 7. How often did you see Lord Dumbledore? As you magical guardian he should have been teaching and checking in on you."

Harrison turned so that he could fully look upon Corvus as he asked, "What do you mean? I never met Headmaster Dumbledore before I started at Hogwarts. I didn't even know I was a wizard until my 11th birthday."

"Excuse me?!"

That caught the attention of Corbin who glanced back at them. After a moment he excused himself from his conversation.

Corbin asked looking between them, "Is there a problem, Corvus? Harrison?"

Harrison wouldn't meet his guardian's eyes. Corvus's reaction told him that what happened was not normal. He hated feeling like a freak. All he wanted was to be a normal wizard.

Corvus glanced around before he said, "Not here. Maybe we could have a meeting at your manor?"

A frown crossed Corbin's face but he nodded, "Come by the manor after we are done here. Harrison, it's time to go."

Looking up he saw what had caused Corbin to declare such a thing. Dumbledore. He was right it was time to go before the old man had the chance to corner them.

They quickly excused themselves and made their way to the apparition point. Part of the way there the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. The feeling of unease coupled together with danger overcame him. Harrison immediately reached his magic out to their surroundings.

At first, he couldn't feel anything of note. The wards were sound and were not trying to prevent them from leaving. No one special was near them. So what set off his senses?

On his second sweep using his senses born from seeker missions, he felt it. Spinning on his heel Harrison looked up a vicious snarl on his face. Above him on a balcony looking down was the Professor. He must have been wearing a glamor for he looked nothing like what others described him as.

The Professor was a tall thin man with light brown hair and onyx eyes. He wore a white suit with a scarf hanging from his shoulders. On the index finger of his right hand was a ring. The ring that held one of the three legendary titans.

Automatically his hand went straight for his own titans. His mind was running through the options of fighting. There weren't many of his titans on him. He packed light given that they were going to the Wizengamott, not on a mission. That in itself was a mistake. He didn't even have his holotome with him. No backup would be coming either.

His hand touched the cold metal of Freelancer the invocation on lips. A hand however spun him around and he released the amulet. He was halfway through calling out Armourbrand when he recognized Corbin.

Clearly worried the man asked, "Harrison what is it?"

Harrison said trying to force himself to relax, "There was a man. I thought I recognized him."

He couldn't start a fight here. The Ministry already thought him half-mad. If he attacked someone without provocation they would throw him in Azkaban for sure.

"A man?" His guardian sounded quizzical.

Harrison gave him an odd look as he turned around to point where the Professor had been, "Yes he is right the..."

Harrison didn't get any further for when he looked there was no one there. The space where the man had been before was now empty. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he checked around them. Still, there was nothing. No Professor. No enemy.

Corbin bent down so that he was eye-level with Harrison as he asked, "What is it? Who did you see?"

There were no questions if he was sure that he had seen anything at all. Instead, he wanted to know if there was something he should be worried about. It was the first time an adult besides Tarloc in the Wizarding World had validated him. Made him feel as if he was worth something beyond his name or who his parents were.

For a moment he considered lying and playing it off. If he was at Hogwarts that was exactly what he would have done. There had only been one exception in his time at Hogwarts. And it turned out that person wanted him dead. Used to bring back Voldemort for a war he wanted no part of. He would have brushed it off because no one there ever really saw him for the person he was. This was Corbin though. Corbin seemed to care more than he thought was possible. So Harrison would take a chance.

Harrison said reigning his magic back in, "I saw a man, a seeker with the Organization. They call him the Professor. No one knows much about him except that he can turn the will of those against him to working for him. We believe the ring he carries is the Legendary Titan of Mind. The only thing was he looked different than the few reports we have on him. He was skinnier and had hair. Not like he was suffering from the curse of the Legendary Titans."

Corbin nodded and said, "Okay. You can tell me more about this when we get home. There is obviously more you're not willing to say here."

Warmth filled Harrison's chest as they apparated back to the manor. He was actually being listened to for once.

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Harrison sat in his usual chair in front of Corbin. When they had lessons this was where they did them. It was also where the man spent most of his time when he had work to do.

The colors of the room were neutral and calming. Even with a demon inhabiting his body Harrison always felt calmer in here. Everything from the colors to the decor had him calmer. Even knowing who he had seen just an hour prior.

Corbin for his part had a thoughtful look in his blue eyes. Harrison had explained the war between Organization and Foundation. How he stood alongside the Foundation and what they stood for. Interest had flared in Corbin's eyes in learning about another form of magic. He would have to show the man a few things. Maybe even test him.

The explanation of the Professor and his dangers had brought about anger. More than once the man had tried to kill Harrison. If the boy was slower even by a second he would have died. Or ended up within the man's control.

It was disconcerting to see the man there. He had to be meeting someone. Or waiting on them. Harrison felt a shiver run down his spine. If he had been waiting on someone it had to partially be for him. How he had known Harrison would be there he didn't know.

After a moment Corbin said, "This man likely has friends in high places. I'll ask around with my... allies and then warn them off."

There was an uncertain glance given to his young ward. If it had been a few months before he would blown up. To even mention those who were dark inclined would have brought his temper to flare. Now he was more neutral in things.

Corbin was taking the time to teach him about politics. About gaining allies amongst the Lords. At one time the Potters had been a formidable force within the Wizengott. That had all changed when James Potter took the mantle. Apparently, his father had wanted nothing to do with the politics. Thus he had given proxy over to a trusted family friend. Albus Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore who should have started his training when he was seven. Or at the very least when he was eleven so that he was prepared. As it stood now he was having to play catch up. It was lucky that he had a good teacher in Corbin.

Harrison dipped his chin in acquiescing as he said, "Whatever you think is best in that aspect Corbin. I... I don't trust them but I do trust you."

A hand reached out slowly so that he could see every movement and could pull away if he wanted. It ruffled his already disarrayed hair gently. Ever so slight he leaned into the touch.

Corbin said as he retracted his hand, "I know this is a little soon since we have met to be discussing this but it has to be done. As children, all purebloods are betrothed to a possible compatible match. This isn't binding in the sense that marriage contracts are. Just because you are betrothed doesn't mean you will marry them. It just means you are considering."

Harrison's nose wrinkles at the thought. Corbin's face though was open and honest. He could tell the man was giving him the truth. A part of him wondered who the matches were for his classmates. So many of them slept around it was hard to believe that they had any serious contracts.

Corbin continued, "I'd like to know your preferences so I can begin searching for potential matches. As you're a legitimized pureblood you have to marry a pureblood otherwise the Potters will no longer have a seat on the Wizemgott. They will no longer be considered a pureblood family."

Harrison's face was now aflame as he said stumbling over his words, "Well... I," he paused to gather himself for a moment then pushed on, "I prefer those older than me. Everyone my age or younger seems to be too childish. Any betrothals with them would end in disaster I'm sure of it."

Corbin hummed but said nothing allowing him to continue and he did but in a lower tone closer to a whisper, "Though, I actually. Males only."

He had stumbled again but he finally bit it out. Harrison liked guys. This was only something he had figured out recently. It wasn't accepted in the muggle world but he didn't know about the Wizarding World. So he waited unsure of his guardian's reaction.

For a moment Corbin simply blinked at him dumbly. Then a small smile crossed his face as he stated simply, "You're worried about my reaction. Don't worry Harrison. Same-sex relationships are mostly accepted in the Wizarding World. We have potions and rituals that can allow for pregnancies. There are even a select few who are carriers and can naturally carry a child. Though that is straining on the body."

Relief flooded him. Thank Merlin, he wasn't going to be orastized because he liked men.

"I'll start making a list," said Corbin, "You of course will have the final choice on who you will enter a contract with. If you think of anything else let me know."

"I will."

Harrison made as if he was going to stand only to pause. A deep frown crossed his face.

Then he said, "You know there is a chance I'll be called back to the Foundation. Right? Things are heating up from what I read in the reports. As one of the strongest independent seekers I could be called to aid a team."

Corbin paused thought for a moment before he said, "I know. But you should know that I don't want you to go. Neither would Lord Tarloc. He wants you to be safe and away from war."

Away from war huh? Would he ever truly be free of it? War had been trying to control him from the moment that he joined the Wizarding World. It was why he had apprenticed to a Ward Master. When he got his Mastery he would have to swear an oath of neutrality.

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Being called later that night by his Lord had been a surprise. He shouldn't have been surprised that word of his adoption would have reached his Lord. He had hoped it would come later and give him more time to earn Harrison's trust. Or at least had time to prepare him.

Unfortunately now that the Dark Lord knew there was no avoiding him. Corbin was loyal completely to the Dark. Even if he saw Harrison as a hurt boy rather than an enemy. So he grabbed his usual robes for meeting the Dark Lord.

When he stepped out of his rooms he found Harrison standing there. The lad was watching him with unreadable eyes. He saw the way they flicked over his robes taking in their blank state.

In a small insecure voice Harrison asked, "You're going to see Him?"

How?

His question must have shown on his face because Harrison answered it, "I can feel his anger. My scar..."

The lad raised a hand to the scar on his forehead. That was when Corbin noticed how inflamed it was. He should have seen that immediately. Why didn't he? He was more aware than that.

Wait... did Harrison say that he could feel the Dark Lord's anger? There was something behind that. Something that he should know. Unfortunately he couldn't stay to find out more information. It was never a good idea to keep the Dark Lord waiting. Unless one liked pain.

Carefully he said, "I am. He has "asked" for my presence."

Harrison asked softly his eyes were on the ground now, "Is he going to hurt you?"

Corbin blinked slowly at him for a moment then slowly bent to a knee. Turning his head he caught the green eyes that held worry, worry for him. It wasn't something he was used to seeing but it warmed him. Amazing what a little true emotions and kindness could do.

Slowly he reached out and took Harrison's chin in a firm grip. He tilted the eyes up to look him directly in the eyes.

Quietly he asserted, "I will be fine, Harrison. The Dark Lord might hurt me but he wouldn't kill me. I have too many allies that would back out if he did. I promise you I will come back to you."

Green eyes filled with emotions that he couldn't hide met Corbin's blue eyes. Finally Harrison whispered, "Be careful, Corbin."

"I will."

Then he had to leave knowing that he would be punished for his tardiness. The Dark Lord would not be happy with him. Not happy at all.

Once out of the wards of his manor he apparated to Nott Manor. Like all who were friends of the family he allowed to apparate directly into the manor. If anyone else tried they would either bounce off the wards or would appear outside. The wards trailed over his skin for a moment before accepting him.

Benjamin found him a moment later. The brown haired man barely gave him a nod of acknowledgment before leading him to one of the studies. Benjamin was one of the oldest followers of the Dark Lord. They had gone to school together and Benjamin had a lot of freedom. While he and Corbin were cordial they couldn't be considered friends. Corbin swallowed thickly knowing what was going to happen next.

The study he was being led to was on the third floor and in the South Wing. They arrived at the door and Corbin could feel his Lord's magic on the otherside. Benjamin gave him a look before knocking on the door.

A cold voice ordered, "Enter."

Corbin did as he was told entering before dropping to his knees. This was his Lord and he had obligations to the man. Even with taking Harrison in.

There was a scratching of a quill on parchment for a few moments. Corbin didn't move or look up as he waited. Anything he did could be seen as disrespect. Disrespect to the Dark Lord could be deadly.

The sound of shifting clothes could be heard. The Dark Lord's footsteps were nearly silent as he moved to stand in front of the kneeling Corbin. Corbin kept his eyes focused on the ground waiting.

Finally his Lord said, "Corbin look at me."

Without hesitation he did so and what he saw surprised him. His Lord was no longer looking like a monster deformed by dark magic. Dark hair fell into blue eyes with just a hint of red in them. His Lord looked to be in his mid to late twenties. Anger lined his face but it wasn't insane anger that he had known the last few years of the war. This was more like the anger one would show when they felt betrayed.

His Lord asked softly in a dangerous voice, "Do you know why I have called you here, Corbin?"

Corbin met the angry gaze as he answered, "I do, my Lord. You want to know about my adoption of Harrison Potter."

Corbin felt a prodding at his shields and let them drop. Memories of the time since Harrison had joined him filled his mind. Everything that had happened without trying to hide anything. This included his meetings with the Foundation members.

He didn't try to hide the feelings that he felt when around the boy. At first it had been out of obligation for his friendship with Tarloc. Slowly he had come to care for Harrison. He knew that he would never remarry. As such he would never have any more family than Harrison. That was why he had wrote in his will that everything was to be left to Harrison. Harrison was essentially his only Heir.

The Dark Lord's eyes flashed a deep red for a long moment as he pulled back from Corbin's mind. Then they returned to their blue. Corbin did not say anything waiting to either be cursed or asked more questions.

His Lord began to pace in front of him. Corbin again kept quiet even when he wanted to ask his Lord what he was thinking. It was as if his Lord was torn between his thoughts.

Finally his Lord spun to face him and Corbin was unable to prevent himself from flinching expecting to be cursed, "Do you believe, Potter will truly swear a vow of neutrality?"

Truthfully he answered, "Yes he will. Harrison is excited to spend time with Grandmaster Tarloc. From what I understand he is well on his way to getting his mastery. If it wasn't for the contract that says he has to be an apprentice for a minimum of 3 years he most likely would take his exams next year. As it is he will be taking them before he graduates Hogwarts."

His Lord didn't say anything for a moment instead simply stared at Corbin. Corbin met his gaze evenly. Showing fear would not help him here.

"If he swears an oath of neutrality," he said coldly, "Then I will not go after him or allow any of our own to do so. I saw in your memories that you wish to give him a betrothal contract. Do you know who you will be putting forth?"

Corbin swallowed, "I was considering Barty, my Lord. Despite his betrayal at the end of the year Harrison was very close to him."

A contemplative look crossed his Lord's face. Corbin wanted to sigh with relief. It wasn't an outright refusal which was possible given who he was considering. Barty was one of the closest members to their Lord.

"I'll agree to allow you to ask," he allowed, "I will need to speak to Potter but that doesn't have to happen yet."

Corbin barely kept from sighing with relief. If this didn't work out he was going to try for a neutral family. Anyone else who was dark would be too biased against Harrison. It could end badly.

Then he dismissed Corbin, "Go home. Tell Potter what I have said. Continue your work Corbin. You have done well but do this again without consulting me first and I will make you regret it."

Corbin stood his knees creaking with the effort. Then he headed for the door relief making his head swim. He didn't get cursed for his actions. That had to be a blessing from Mother Magic herself.

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Corban watched Harrison with an uncertain look. He didn't know how the child would react to what he had to ask. The child's temper was legendary and things had been good between them. So good that he didn't want to put Harrison back on the defensive.

Harrison was currently reading a book on basic runes. He was going through the third year material on runes. Questions were usually written on parchment to ask him later. Currently there were four sheets of parchment in front of Harrison.

Putting aside his thoughts he questioned causing Harrison to startle in surprise, "Harrison my I speak to you for a moment?"

Green eyes looked up at him for a moment before nodding. This was all the invitation Corban needed to sit across from his ward. He placed the papers of possible betrothal contacts in front of him.

Curiosity filled the green eyes as he asked, "What are those?"

Corban answered with a gentle easy going voice, "Before I tell you, Harrison know that you don't have to make a decision right now. It's just something to consider given that you are a Lord and many Heirs have gone through this at a young age."

Harrison asked mildly annoyed, "What's this about Corban?"

Sighing internally he turned them around to face Harrison as he explained, "These are possible betrothal matches of those currently available in the United Kingdom."

"An arranged marriage?" The kid sounded hurt by the mere suggestion of it.

Corban soothed, "Not quite. A lot of the contracts are simply holders in case you don't find someone better. You would be allowed to send mail to each as well as appropriate gifts. There is a set time frame for all betrothal contracts and if you decide they aren't for you, you don't have to marry them. If the terms are broken by either party intentionally Mother Magic will curse the offending party. It will appear on the contracts as well."

Harrison hummed as he listened. Slowly he reached out and took the pile of potentials. Silently he flipped through the pages more than once his nose crinkled in disgust at the thought of someone.

Before he could get too far Corban asked, "Is there a way I can narrow them down for you? What are your preferences? Older? Same age? You should know that same sex marriages are accepted in the Wizarding World as well. There are potions, rituals and the occasional natural bearer that allows wizards to conceive a child."

Those green eyes came back up to stare at him hard. For a moment he thought he had overstepped his bounds. If he did then he would apologize. It was not his intention to make the child angry with him. Then they returned to staring unseeingly at the parchments.

Finally he answered, "Males. Girls my age are too conceited. They focus on gossip and are too bossy for my tastes. For age I'd want older than me but younger than forty."

Corban waved his wand and cast a silent spell that brought all the potential betrothals that didn't meet his criteria to him. Then he waited as Harrison began to go through them. Almost immediately they began to form in three piles. If he had to guess it was possible yes, maybes, and nos. There were far more nos than any of the others.

Unfortunately for Harrison the pool of eligible men in the British isles that were purebloods were few. Particularly those meeting his criteria. There was one though. One that Corban hoped against hope that Harrison wouldn't immediately reject.

When he found it Corban knew instantly. His bright green eyes became cold his shoulders tightened. The way his hands tightened on the papers showed just how angry he was.

"He's alive?" Came the soft angry question.

Corban answered cautiously, "Barty? Yes he is alive. Lucius was able to get him out before he was kissed by dementors. It was a near thing but he was successful."

To his horror tears began to fill the green eyes and began to splotch the papers. Corban instantly felt like an ass. He shouldn't have put Barty's offer in there. At least he should have talked to Harrison about it first.

Harrison cried, "I thought I killed him. It has been killing me on the inside thinking I had killed him."

Corban's horror rose. He didn't realize that Harrison was carrying guilt. He knew about it towards the Diggory boy that was understandable. To have it towards Barty didn't make sense to him.

Corban tried to soothe, "It's okay, Harrison. You have every right to be angry and hurt. I should have talked to you about this beforehand."

"No," denied Harrison wiping at his eyes, "I didn't even realize the weight I was carrying. Everything has been happening so fast. It's difficult to tell what would have set it off if this wasn't the trigger. Can I have time to consider everything?"

Corban answered softly and gave him a pat on the shoulder, "Of course you can. If you have any questions don't hesitate to come talk to me."

"Thank you, Corban."

Chapter Text

A/N Reminder this is Barty/Harry.

...

The next morning they sat at the breakfast table. Corban was reading the Daily Prophet which unsurprisingly was trashing over Dumbledore. According to his guardian they had tried to do the same to him but once he was seen with Corban they were forced to stop. If they hadn't he would have sued them for libel. Harrison wasn't sure how he felt about the threat of a lawsuit but he trusted Corban to do what was best.

For his part Harrison was sipping on coffee as he was reading through a file. The file was for the attack on Dante's house. The Organization was becoming more and more bold. To attack Dante's house was not something they would have considered last year. What changed?

The attack had been made by Zan Grier and Defoe. It confirmed that Grier had survived the attack just as Harrison had. If the photos were any indication he didn't get off without scars. Like Harrison he had a large scar starting at just above his shirt collar. It went from the right shoulder to left hip. There was no indication of any nerve damage. Something in him was grateful. He had many issues with the Organization but Grier wasn't one of them. He respected the military man.

On the other side of the file was Eathon's journal. The journal had the answers he sought.

Corban sighed and looked over the newspaper at him, "What's wrong, Harrison? Don't tell me your nervous for our meeting later. I told you that you could wait for a few more days if you like."

Harrison startled out of his thoughts. Excuse him. What?

He blinked at Corban before he asked, "What are you talking about, Corban?"

Corban stared at him before laughing, "You haven't been listening to me at all. Barty is coming to meet you this afternoon. Little wonder you didn't react to the news. If not about the upcoming meet, what were you thinking so hard on?"

Harrison blinked dumbly at his guardian before the words sank in. Crouch was coming today?! Why the fuck hadn't Corban warned him beforehand?! He needed to review his shield charms and make sure he had his titans on him. There was no telling what Crouch would do. He could very well go against what Voldemort had ordered.

Just as he was about to jump to his feet Corban ordered, "Sit down, Harrison. Barty isn't coming here until later this afternoon. You have plenty of time to prepare yourself. Now tell me what has you so distracted?"

Harrison stared at him hard. Should he tell him? The little bead that Harrison had weighed heavily in his pocket. A reminder of what had happened and why he was still alive.

Slowly he shook his head before he said, "It's nothing Corban. Just wondering what I can do to help the Foundation."

"Stay out of their issues," came a voice from behind him causing Harrison to turn with a wide grin, "You are going to be neutral figure when you take your mastery exams."

Harrison's eyes sparked with excitement as he greets, "Master Tarloc. What brings you here this morning?"

Tarloc replied gruffly, "I need to speak with Corban."

Corban nodded and pushed himself away from the table, "Let's take this to my office, Tarloc. Harrison you're free to do what you need to do until two."

"Yes, Corban."

...

Harrison wore a dark green button down shirt and black slacks over this he wore a black robe with the Potter crest. He was nervously moving from foot to foot as he waited. It would be the first time since the night of the Third Task that he saw Barty. Despite his anger at the man's betrayal he was still nervous.

Corban refused to explain what Master Tarloc wanted. His Master had left as soon as the meeting was done. Annoyance filled him. If there was anything he hated more than anything else it was adults keeping secrets. The two men kept themselves locked with privacy charms. Which he respected. Only Corban and Tarloc had received that kind of respect from him.

Suddenly the floo flared green and a man came through. He wore black robes with a dark blue trim, under the them was a white button down shirt and black slack. He had scruffy dirty blond hair fell into piercing blue eyes. There was a flare of an unknown emotion in his chest.

"Harry," breathed the man in a low tenor, "You look well."

"Crouch?"

The man winced as he said, "Call me, Barty please. I do not want to be associated with my father in any way."

Slowly Harrison nodded, "Okay."

There was an uncomfortable silence after that. Neither of them knew what to say. Their last meeting had not ended well.

Then Harrison blinked and offered, "Let's go sit down. Would you like tea?"

"Ummm... Yes thank you," answered the man.

Harrison led him out of the floo room and straight down the hallway. At the end of the hall he opened the last door on the right. They entered a sunny room that was at the perfect temperature. He ensure it was warm and sunny knowing the effects Azkaban had on its prisoners.

There were three leatherback chairs that were some of the most comfortable things Harrison ever sat on. There was a couch close to the fire that Harrison preferred to lay on when he was reading. Another was just under the window.

Quietly he called out, "Tippy."

"Little master," Tippy said as she popped into the room next to him.

He didn't show the annoyance he felt. No he was not little master. No matter how much he said this Tippy refused. She saw him as Corban's Heir. Not that he was. He doubted Corban saw him as anything more than a ward.

Harrison asked with a soft smile, "Can you bring us some refreshments please? Light food and drinks please."

"Right away, little master," and like that she was gone.

Barty who had sat in one of the leatherback chairs commented, "You treat the house elf well. That's not something you see everyday."

Harrison's green eyes sharpened as he turned to face the older man, "Treating house elves badly will not end well for you. Ask Malfoy about what happened with his house elf Dobby. If they want to they can go against their master."

Barty hummed, "Sounds like there's a story there but we can come back to that. Not that I'm not grateful but why did you agree to meet with me?"

"Why did you give a proposal?" Shot back Harrison.

Harrison stared at him Barty evenly stared back. Neither of them backed down or looked away.

After a long moment it was Barty who broke the silence, "I hate that I lied to you last year. Admittedly at first our meetings because of my lord's orders. To enter you into the Tournament and ensure that you survived it. Teaching you a few spells and tricks was just part of ensuring that you trusted me. Then we talked about your childhood. Despite my orders I grew to care for you. I hated your aunt and uncle for their actions against you. My regret was that I couldn't help you before the abuse. How things could have been different if you grew up in our world."

To say he was shocked was an understatement. After the Third Task, Harrison thought everything was a lie. It hurt more than finding out the man was a Death Eater. A part of him didn't want to believe that Barty was being truthful. Looking into the blue eyes though that thought was debunked. There was pure honesty in his eyes.

Barty continued after a moment, "Then you came back. Admittedly I was relieved and hated myself for being relieved. You were the defeater of my lord. After finding out you're going to be neutral in the war I put in my offer with the others."

Harrison internally sighed. Okay. Barty was many things but he was trying to be open with Harrison. The least Harrison can do is be open with him and give him a chance. Quietly he moved across the room to sit on the chair that was across from Barty.