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Harrison's POV

The one that stood in front of him was a member of the Dark Lord's inner circle. She also just happened to be Draco's aunt. Not that it would help Harrison any. Publically Draco could not be seen as friends with a squib. It would bring shame upon his family.

Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black was one of the most dangerous members of the Death Eater's. She was not only powerful but was also insane. The Black family curse heavily affected her. From what he had seen of Narcissa Malfoy she and Draco did not get the insanity.

The insanity was what made the eldest dangerous. She would not hesitate to use unforgivables on him for simply existing. It was in her eyes unforgivable that he was here. At a party that was strictly forbidden for squibs.

Getting crucioed would not be fun but he could handle it. The real issue would be if she tried to draw blood on him. There was only one person here that knew that he could not have blood taken from him. It would lead in the destruction of everything around him. Not even Hogwarts could withstand Murasame for long.

He tried to reason holding his hands out, "Now I'm not here for trouble."

In the background he could see Severus. His guardian was no doubt surprised to find him there and angry because he was there. Not that Harrison blamed the man. He really should not be there but Draco could be persuasive when he wanted to be.

It wasn't only that however. He knew deep down that it was his need to fight coming out. It had been too long since he let loose on his control. Too long since he felt the thrill of battle. Maybe it was time to let loose a little.

He sensed the attack just before it happened. With seeker honed reflexes he dodged out of the way. The movement caught the attention of the crowd. To no one's surprise, they didn't interfere.

A sickly yellow curse was the next to come his way. He didn't have much room to maneuver so he ducked around it. The people were curious about the fight and and enclosed around them in a circle.

He used a silent nimblefire to speed up his movements. If anyone saw his legs they would think it was the trick of the light. After all a squib could not do magic.

Nimblefire was a seeker power used mainly by the Huntik Foundation. Occasionally a seeker from the Organization would use it but it was rare. It sped up the movements of the seeker wielding it. Magic would encircle the legs giving them a red hue.

Every seeker power has a reason and a story behind it. How it was created and why. Some seekers spent their whole lives researching these things. Others spent their whole lives devoted to uncovering the world's secrets.

Harrison hissed in pain as a cutting curse hit his left shoulder. It was only a glancing strike but it was enough to draw blood.

His eyes widened with surprise and panick. Blood! Shit!

A high pitched screeching sound made all the Death Eaters and students wince. Some went so far as to cover their ears so to block out the noise. Harrison knew it from the one time someone dared to draw blood on him. That had ended in bloodshed so terrible the aurors had been called. No magic had been used so they to that day had no leads.

Harrison's left hand slammed over his right. Already he could see the purple lines of the seal that kept Murasame in his body becoming visible. If anyone knew their ancient Japanese mythology he was in trouble. He grit his teeth as he felt Murasame lashing out. A dark aura surrounded the room. It was heavy and even seasoned Death Eaters found it hard to breath. The presence was even darker than that of the Dark Lord himself.

Another dark aura entered the room. It was a speak of the devil and he shall appear moment. The two dark auras clashed though only one was truly manifested. Murasane may have let his aura seep out but there was no way it had fully manifested yet. This was only a taste of his true power. The fact that he knew that truly terrified the boy.

Harrison grit his teeth against the pain and started to invoke a seal under his breath. It would not hold for long but just maybe it would save his life. Already he could feel the wound to his shoulder knitting itself up. Soon all that would be left would be the blood.

"Watashi wa watashi no ishi no chikara to watashi no kokoronouchi no chikara de anata o fūin shimasu. Watashitachi no tamashī wa eien ni hitotsu to shite karamiatte imasu. Watashitachi ga kyōyū suru karada ni modorimasu."

The dark aura from his arm slowly began to fade away. Murasame returning to a softer side. Harrison knew he would be visiting the kitchens for some next to bloody meat. Otherwise Murasame would rain hell down upon Hogwarts.

A male blond shot him an odd look but Harrison didn't have time to dwell on it. He had to force Murasame to be completely silent. The high pitched noise and the markings on his arm were still there.

"I didn't know that you thought my parties so boring, Bellatrix," came a cold voice.

Cold red eyes turned to him and Harrison backed up. The man only appeared to be in his thirties. He had black hair and the trademark ruby red eyes. Those eyes pierced his own green ones. It was obvious that the man didn't approve of his presence.

Then the red eyes turned to Bellatrix who had fallen to her knees, "My lord, I would never think that. I was simply showing this squib his place."

The Dark Lord replied a slight look of amusement crossing his face, "It seemed to me the squib here was playing with you, rather than the other way around. What spell did you use that gave off such a dark aura?"

She simply replied, "I didn't my lord. That aura only activated when I hit the boy with a cutting curse. I almost thought it was you my lord."

That made the man paused before he let loose a crucio. Harrison wasn't even breathing hard. The pain had abetted and the adrenaline was fading. The need to fight wasn't as prevalent as before. It was surprising for he only used a single seeker power. One that he hoped no one noticed.

When the curse was lifted the Dark Lord immediately turned his attention on him. Harrison stiffened his hand still gripping its opposite. The man's ruby eyes took in his appearance.

He demanded making Harrison's hackles rise, "Show me your arm, boy."

Harrison backed away quickly his hand gripping the opposite all that tighter, "Hell no. That harassment mister."

He had the strangest sense of deja vu with that statement.

A/N so here is the translation for the sealing spell. Note this is translated using google translate and is my own seeker spell.

1. I seal thee with power of my will and the strength within my heart. Our souls forever intertwined as one. Return to the body we share.