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WhiteElfElder: thanks for your review my friend. You're right. He could defeat most wizards. Most is the key word in that. If he reveals his hand now they know his strength. Better to act scared and be safe than to reveal his hand.

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Harrison's POV

He was drawn from his thoughts by Draco whining, "Harrison... I can't go by myself. It is going to be so boring. Please you have to come with me. They are supposed to have fireworks tonight."

As much as his friend annoyed him he knew exactly what to say. Fireworks were something of a weakness for him. He loved watched the bright lights explode in the sky.

The first time he saw them he was with Dante. They were at Metz's manor in Germany. The older man was throwing a birthday party for Harrison. As a special surprise he had fireworks brought in.

The child in Harrison had been astounded at the lights. Ever since that day he couldn't resist seeing them when the opportunity arose. Even now he could feel the child like glee fill him.

He sighed looking Draco in the eye, "Fine but I have to keep out of sight. You know that I'm allowed to go to these things."

If worse came to worse he could use invisislip. It would hide him from prying eyes and not set off the wards. Keeping the power going for long periods of time was draining. As it was he could not afford to drain his center. It was still recovering from being broken.

Two years prior while on a mission for the Huntik Foundation his center had been broken. A broken center meant it was extremely difficult to use power and next to impossible to summon titans. In turn he was given six months to a year at best to live.

Harrison had never been one to take anything lying down. Whether it was his own demise or facing down Dumbledore's fanatics; it didn't make a difference.

Three months ago he was still alive but on his last leg. He abandoned Severus without a word to chase down one last lead. One that could and did end up saving his life. The lead led him to a small village in Japan.

It was there he made a stand against the Organization goons who had been tracking him. They were after the same thing he was. The demon sword Murasame.

The sword was in fact a cursed titan that was said to kill any who tried to wield it. What drew him however was that the titan was rumored to give someone new life. If they truly had a pure heart.

Harrison knew his heart wasn't pure. With all that he had been through it wasn't possible for him. Still this was his one last lead. The last chance that he could make it through this.

He internally shuddered at the memory of that village. According to the legend it was the exact way that Murasame had been drawn the last time around.

Flashback

Harrison lay bleeding out on the ground. His entire right side was torn to shreds from an attack he didn't even see. 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.

A shadow came over him making the boy look up. A blond man stood over him. It was a color of blond that he almost mistook the man for a Malfoy. Then again what would a Malfoy be doing there? The Dark Lord barely knew he existed. He wouldn't care about a run away squib.

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 hope 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 ecompossed 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. To 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 dont even remember me and you hurt again. I'll make you better then we can go eat."

End of flashback

Draco was tugging at his arm trying to get Harrison to his feet. Despite the fact the blond was bigger than him, he had experience in holding his own against bigger opponents. There was a faint smile on his face as he gained his feet without help.

Harrison said rotating his right shoulder carefully, "Let's go then."

Subtly he called his titans to him. If this went sideways he would need them by his side.

Leaving the dungeons he was not surprised to find the halls empty. That evening was a requirement for all students. They had to go to the party but fireworks weren't. That was all he wanted to see.

The closer they got to the Great Hall the louder the noise became. What was once quiet was now loud. Wizards despite their magic could be just as loud as muggles.

Harrison's grey robes fluttered around him as he hid himself next to Draco. If anyone was going to notice him it would be now.

The Great Hall was full of wizards and witches in colorful robes. His own grey ones would stick out like a sour thumb.

A sing song voice sent chills down his spine, "Well well well. What do we have here? A lost squib who doesn't know his place?"

Damn it. Was his only thought. He knew this was a bad idea.