Harrison's POV
I saw the two men exchange glances knowing that they didn't miss the way he kept the weight off his leg. Damn his injuries that were still healing. I waited for them to start asking me questions then remembered the parchment. Well shit! I had completely forgotten about the damn thing.
The healer read the parchment and I watched the color drain from his face. I knew he was reading both the injuries I recieved in Circus and out of it. He handed the parchment to Marvolo who took it and began reading. It didn't take long for the blood to drain from his face as well. Oh come on my wounds aren't that bad. Well not by Circus standards at least.
Marvolo turned to me and asked barely containing his anger," How did you receive these wounds?" I blinked and asked in return," Which ones, sir? I am a combat operative for Circus injuries are not that uncommon."
The two men exchange glances and it was Max who moved closer. Instinctively it made me take a step away from him. Max said sending calming energy," Heir Slytherin-Potter I will not hurt you. I just want to see one particular scar. Will you take off your shirt?" I looked between him and Marvolo before nodding. At least the healer asked instead of just banishing my shirt. I carefully pulled off my shirt mindful of my injuries and flinched when my scar twinged again.
I heard an intake of breath from the two men. I dropped my shirt on the floor and kept my gaze anywhere else but at them. A hand touched the scar just below my heart and Max said," This looks infected. How long ago was did this happen?" I said still not meeting his eyes," About a year. It twinges now and then but that's it."
I saw Marvolo come up next to the healer who moved back to allow the man to inspect the scar. Instead Marvolo's hand gripped my chin and gently brought it up so my eyes met his. His eyes held worry that I had not expected for the man. Marvolo asked his eyes searching mine," How did you get this Harrison?"
I said with a sigh pulling back and after a moment he allowed me to," Hirato, and I had a misunderstanding about a year ago. Like yesterday when I almost lost control in your office. But, then I entered my secondary form before we reached the research tower." I stopped after a moment remembering what happened. That day had been horrible. I had lost control and if I hadn't Hirato would have died. Captain...
I continued taking a deep breath," After I lost control Hirato and several other members of Circus tried to bring me out of it. That's the problem though once I lose control it is very hard for me to regain it. If a warm becomes cold it's even worse." I looked up at Marvolo nervously. The man gave him a nod of encouragement and I continued," I have visions when I lose control. Not all the time but sometimes. That day I had a vision of Hirato's death."
I choked back a few tears that threatened to spill forth. Hirato had always looked after me ever since I first joined Circus. He never let me fall even when I lost control over the fox within me. Marvolo said calmingly," It's okay Harrison. You don't have to continue with this right now. You won't be returning to Circus either." What?! No!
I shook my head and said angrily," I am a full fledged member of Circus. I cannot stop going on missions. Injuries are nothing when we save lives." The man's eyes flashed with anger but I stood my ground. I joined Circus for a reason and I sure as hell wasn't going to let this man stop me from doing what I love. Circus had given me a life and a home. They had given me the one thing I always wanted.
Marvolo's POV
He stated at his son and saw the determination in his eyes. He honestly had no intention of trying to force his son out of the life he made for himself. He wanted to see the reaction to get a feel for Harrison's loyalty. What Marvolo found was more than loyalty. It was something you only found in close knit families.
His eyes trailed to the wound on his son's chest. He didn't like the look of the wound. Then there was the explanation on how he received it. He had no doubt that his son's story was true. The look of sadness and pain that fluttered across his face was hard to miss. Harrison obvious cared for the Captain he so faithfully he served.
Marvolo said taking a deep calming breath," We will contunue this discussion at a later date. Is there anything else that is worrying Max?"
Max nodded and said," There is some lingering magic in his scar possibly from the killing curse. He has several broken bones as well that never healed properly. There is one especially bad in his wrist. They would need to either be reboken and healed or regrown. Heir Slytherin Potter are you aware of your current unhealed wounds?"
Marvolo's head swung so fast over to his son he almost got whiplash. Current wounds? Where... Circus. His mind drifted to the flinches and winced when Harrison moved certain ways. He should have realized that his son was wounded. Damn the boy for hiding it from him.
As if sensing his thoughts Harrison flinched. This drew both men's attention to him. Harrison was practically shaking in fear. Fear of him, Marvolo realized. Harrison was fearful of him. He had to put an end of that now.
He said softly waving Max off for the moment," Harrison come here."
Harrison hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told. Max said looking at the parchment again," Dislocated right shoulder only a few days old. 3 Broken ribs on the right side 2 on the left. Stitches in the upper part of the right leg's calf. May I ask what happened?"
Marvolo looked to his son who wouldn't meet either of their eyes. Marvolo remembered that his son had been on a mission before Circus made him a full fledged member.
Marvolo asked," Harrison is there a way for me to get your mission reports?"
Harrison considered it for a moment before shaking his head and said," I don't think so sir. Our reports go directly to the Captain he approves them and sends them to the council. They are highly classified."
Of course. That meant he would likely be unable to get the mission reports. So what to do now?