A/N Inspired by Shadow's Child. There will be parts taken from it incorporated into my own storyline. Thank you emerald sage for being my inspiration.

Harrison's POV

He ran into the shack, ducking through the door just as his mother looked outside. He grinned as he panted, his mother hadn't seen him. If she had, the whole manor would know by now.

With an easy grace, he walked towards the bathroom, and stripped. Stepping into the shower stall, he turned the hot water on high, letting the water droplets cascade down his bare skin. He stayed in the shower for almost an hour, just soothing himself in the heat and comfort of the steam building around him. Almost too soon, he thought, he stepped out of the shower, and covered himself with a towel. He turned and caught a fleeting flash of something. He fully turned to face the mirror. He saw the steam clear to reveal his reflection.

He had jet black hair, cut at chin length, with bangs falling in his face. His face was pale, but not in an unhealthy way. His features were aristocratic, sharp, but handsome. His fourteen-year old body was lithe, slim, but malnourished. His mother gave him less food than his triplets, he thought disgustedly, if only she knew…. He was toned from the work his alter-ego had to do, and his reflexes were faster than lightning. His senses were better than most, and his hearing was better than a werewolf, as was his sense of smell. He was completely silent and graceful as he moved, and he could easily melt into the shadows. But it was his eyes that attracted everyone. They were an icy jade that simply oozed power. And unknown to him, they were the same shade as his father's before he turned them crimson.

Thanks to his time in Japan he unlocked a special ability. One that few had in their country. Minimum... abilities varied from person to person. His was a speed variant that allowed him to see sound. This allowed him to travel within a five meter radius of himself.

Unbeknownst to most people it was why he always wore headphones. Having them on and snapping was what his minimum required. His mother thought it was because he was rebellious. If only she knew the kind of people he spent his time with.

In Japan he was known as Nice a laid back teenager that was the leader of Hamatora. Hamatora was a detective agency. He and his partner Murasaki ran it in Cafe Nowhere. Ratio and Birthday did work along side them. He also wore a glamour ring to be a brown haired blue eyed boy. Only Murasaki knew of his true appearance.

Occasionally work would take them to different places all over the world. When that happened they could be gone for weeks at a time. They were known both in Wizarding and muggle circle. If you had a problem they could fix it.

He stepped away from the mirror, and moved towards the wardrobe. Stepping inside, he quickly dressed into his worn, patched and frayed old black cloak, as well as a pair of muggle black jeans and black t-shirt underneath. He chuckled as he moved towards the door of his shack, thinking.

When he arrived at the dinning hall, his brothers, Damien and Gabriel, were already there and sitting with their mother. His face became unreadable, his aura cold, and deceptive, his eyes became blank as they came closer to his family. He was completely emotionless, and it was an incredible thing to watch if one had seen him only seconds before.

When he took his seat at the end of the table, his brothers sneered at him. He ignored them, and focused on eating. His mother seemed to be happy about something, and when they were all done eating, the three brothers turned to face her.

"Boys, I have great news." she said, her eyes shinning in glee. The two boys, Damien and Gabriel, one of which she thought would be Slytherin's heir, were excited. He simply looked bored. "Your father is returning. He should be reborn tonight, and will be home tomorrow morning to see you. All of you." she added with a sneer, looking in his direction.

If he was in his Nice persona then he would snap at the woman. She had no idea who she was messing with. Minimums were not to be looked down upon. Wizards didn't understand them. Just as they didn't understand inbreeding caused squibs.

On the outside, he congratulated himself on looking completely emotionless. On the inside, he had frozen stock still. He cursed inwardly, his father was coming back.

Once he was within the safety wards of his shack, he let his mask completely drop. He hit the floor on his knees, sliding down the wall, disbelief prominent in his viridian eyes.

Merlin, his father was returning. His father was finally coming back…and it couldn't possibly be at a worse time.

This is bad, bad bad, this is really, really bad, he thought. It might be time for him to disappear fully into his Nice persona. Then again he might be able to avoid his father's attentions. If he was lucky. Very very lucky.

Hamatora had always been his family. Even when they disagreed they still found a way to work together. They were family, if you thought about it. They did favors for each other, they knew each other well, but respected each other's privacy. They were part of the different war factions, or they were bystanders, and would warn each other not to be somewhere, when an attack was taking place, so they would be safe.

They were the first ones to make him feel safe, they were the first to care about him. And he'd be damned if he let his father use them like tools. For his friends, no, for his family, he would go against his triplets and his mother. The two spoiled brats and their caretaker. But his father…he wasn't sure yet. He wanted to live, and going against his father, well that was a sure fire way to get himself killed.

He opened his forest green eyes, unaware he had closed them, with a spark of determination now noticeable in them. Returning to Cafe Nowhere so soon wasn't in the cards but he didn't have any other choice.