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Harrison's POV

According to both his mother and his brothers it wasn't possible for someone like him to apparate. Much less to apparate out of country. If Bellatrix knew where he disappeared to she would have a stroke. It was almost enough of a reward to make him want to do it. However the consequences of such an action were too large. In the end he chose to hide away his ability.

When he reached the end of the wards he turned on his heel and apparated. In his mind he saw the cafe that had so easily become home. He landed perfectly outside just inside the shadows of the doorway. Muggles were moving around in the streets without noticing him.

Harrison pulled out the ring from his pocket. It had a complicated blood glamour on it. This would allow his appearance to be changed in an unnoticeable way. Not even Albus Dumbledore could break through it.

Once he placed it on his index finger he felt the magic fall into place. His body structure stayed the same but his hair lightened from black to brown. His eyes changed from their poison green to an azure blue. This was his Nice persona that few knew about. That was just how he liked it.

Once the glamours were fully in place he entered the cafe. Cafe Nowhere was run by a brown skinned balding man with warm brown eyes. Everyone called him Master. He lead the Hamatora group and other groups like it throughout the world.

Hamatora was a detective group to the muggles and wizards of the world. In truth it was simply a front for those that risked their lives to keep the world's peace. Occasionally they would take a side in wars but mainly they kept the humans from killing each other.

Every member had a minimum. A special ability that changed from person to person. There wasn't a single person that had an exact copy of someone else's ability.

The second runner of Cafe Nowhere was Koneko. She was a young minimum holder who had no interest in fighting. She was the information dealer. When they needed something for a job they went to her.

When he opened the door to the cafe two heads turned to look at him. Master frowned, "Nice, you know you are not supposed to come back for awhile. You just returned from a mission."

Harrison checked the room to make sure that they were alone. Then he answered, "Master we have a problem."

The man gave a sigh and motioned for Harrison to come closer. He came up to the bar and took a seat.

Master placed a glass of milk in front of him and said, "Its on the house this time, Nice. Now tell me what has happened."

Harrison took a sip of the cold milk as he said calmly, "Thank you. When I went home I went through my usual routine. Heal the wounds I could then glamour the rest of them. To my surprise I was ordered to eat with my family at breakfast. At breakfast my mother announced that my father would be returning."

"The Dark Lord? What the hell, Nice?! I thought he was dead," came Master's shout.

Harrison sighed folding his hands in front of his face and resting his chin on them, "Supposedly he is supposed to return in the morning. So far I havent seen him but that doesn't mean he isn't there."

They all had thought the Dark Lord Voldemort was dead. Even though he had been told otherwise since he was small. He didn't want to believe that the man would return. If he did then Harrison's life would be forfeit.

His mother would tell his father about how he couldn't do magic. His brothers would back her up. It would be a miracle if he wasn't killed on the spot.

Master said rubbing a hand over his eyes, "Nice you know we don't have room to hold you here. Especially not with a Dark Lord returning. You will have the best shot in gaining information about him. Find out his motives and what he wants to do. You know as well as I do that not all Dark Lords need to be put down. I'm making this an official mission."

Harrison's stance changed almost immediately. Gone was the tired child who was in way over his head. Now sat Nice leader of Hamatora his blue eyes hard with determination.

Master know the words to use to bring about the person he required. Each member of Hamatora required different handlings. Master knew how to handle them all.

Master ordered coldly, "This is a class 1 mission. You cannot fail it. Your orders are as follows. Make contact with the Dark Lord. Work your way into his trust and report back. If it is determined by the laws of nine that he is a threat to the world rather than one who will change it. Kill him. Report back as much as you can. If your life seems to be in danger at your own discretion return."

Harrison snapped, "Yes sir."