A/N thanks for your reviews and support.

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WhiteElfElder: thanks for your review my friend. Yeah he is making a mistake. Then again we really don't want Murasame in Voldemort's hands.

Marvolo's POV

When he felt the dark aura enter the Great Hall at first he thought it was one of his inner circle. The aura was comparable to his own however. It was strange to encounter something like this at Hogwarts. None of his men had such an aura.

When he followed it to the the entrance of the Great Hall he saw Bellatrix. She seemed to be fighting a teenager. A squib by the color of his robes. One that looked familiar but he couldn't quite place it.

The squib it seemed to be injured and bleeding from the right shoulder. Almost as soon as he interrupted the fight the boy seemed to be muttering under his breath. His left hand slapped over his right.

Upon closer inspection there were purple markings on the boy's right arm. They certainly weren't ones he was used to seeing. It was some kind of seal. That would explain the dark aura that had entered the room and now was gone.

He didn't doubt it was some kind of demon. The squib likely sold his soul for power. Probably trying to receive the ability to use magic. That was beyond even the most powerful demon's ability. So instead he got the power of a demon.

The real question was how he got into Hogwarts. The wards should have prevented a demon from entering. Even if it was sealed within the body of a child.

It was either too low on the scale for the ward to register. Or it was so high that the wards couldn't keep it out. Given the aura it gave off he had to put his money on the second.

He felt both annoyed and amused at the child's refusal to let him see the hand. It only gave him more proof that the boy was hiding something.

It wasn't until killing curse green and ruby red eyes met that he recognized the boy. It was Harrison Potter, the squib child that his potion master had rescued several years prior.

It would seem that he needed to speak to Severus. Squibs should not play with things they don't understand. Demon summoning should only be done by those trained to do so.

Off to the side he could see Barty on the side. The man's wand was out but not being used just yet. Carefully shook his head. If this was a demon they didn't want to provoke it again.

Marvolo growled, "If you don't show me your arm boy there will be consequences."

The boy looked down at his right arm and a smirk crossed his face. What was he up to now?

To willingly for a boy who had just told him no the boy held out his arm. The seal and purple lines were gone as if they were never there. Marvolo couldn't even sense any aura in it. What was this child?

His eyes trailed to where the cutting curse had hit him. It was already closed up and there wasn't even a scar. No magic could have done that so easily. The boy was squib on top of everything. There was no way he could have done it.

It was something he was going to need to look into. Underneath the boy's mask he could sense an underlying nervousness. For now he would let it go. Going into this without knowing all the information would be putting children's lives on the line. That was something he would not allow.

Harrison's POV

Nervously he waited for the man to decide what he wanted. Murasame was thankfully back in his arm. It would not last long however. He needed to take blood replenishing potions. Several of them otherwise he would be a danger to everyone around him.

Severus he could see was trying to find a way to him. The blond from before had never stopped staring at him. For the moment he ignored both men. He could not let his attention waiver from the Dark Lord even for a moment.

The man said his eyes trailing over the uncovered arm, "It seems that you were just being a child. Do not think boy you could get away with such insolence a second time. Now tell me what is a squib doing at a my party. If I remember the laws correctly you are not allowed at such events."

Harrison bent his head forward as he replied properly chastised, "Apologies my lord. I simply could not resist the temptation of seeing the fireworks. They are a weakness of mine. I was going to find a quiet place to watch them where I wouldn't be notice when I was attacked."

He knew it was too easy for the man to be letting the issue of the aura go. It was not something he was going to bring up. There was too much of a risk to him if he did.

The man chuckled oddly, "Then I believe you should. You stood up for yourself when others would have cowered away. Despite not having magic you have courage. It will be rewarded this time. Do not however take that as you can openly defy me again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, my lord," he grit out.

Harrison could take this. It wouldn't be much longer before he left for the seeker world. It was where he belonged. Chasing secrets from a long forgotten. His destiny chosen long before he was born.

Inside his pocket the bead he carried warmed. In front of him a light shone from the trouser pocket of the Dark Lord. It was an ocean blue color. His own was a blood red.

His green eyes widened as his right hand went automatically to the bead. There wasn't much known about it. All he knew was that when he was born he had been carrying a blood red bead that had the inscription devotion inside it. Murasame had promised to tell him the story at a later date. So far the demon had not kept his promise.

At the same time both he and the Dark Lord pulled out the glowing beads. Their eyes widened with surprise as both pulsed in time with each other. The inscription was that of duty on the Dark Lord's bead. What the hell was going on?