A/N thanks for your reviews and support.

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Once again this is inspired by Shadow's Child by Emerald Sage. Its an abandoned fic but an amazing one.

Harrison's POV

After returning to the manor he locked himself in the library. He was once again putting his nose into a book. Anytime he was in the main manor. He was in the library.

His main focus was on books that held neutral magics. He preferred neither dark or light magic. The preference would have surprised his family if they knew.

Despite his intent to study books on magic he fell asleep. His dreams were of the past.

Dreamscape

He and Murasaki stood side by side in front of a mansion. Nice's shoulder ached from the wound he recieved earlier. His ice blue eyes were on the bulk of meat in front of him.

The man's minimum was gravity defiance. Chewing gum activated it. It was a weak minimum at best. Maybe they should play with the guy and show him what a true minimum looked like.

Murasaki asked shrugging his shoulders, "What do you want to do, Nice?"

Nice put his earphones on and stood tall his fingers poised to snap. Around him the world had turned mostly dark. Waves of colored light moved around him. Sound waves as he had learned when he was just a boy.

He said to the man, "You're not only outnumbered but outmatched. Tell me, can you see sound?"

"What?"

"Harrison..."

Harrison grinned as he snapped, "Let me show you."

With the snap the waves moved again and everything around him slowed. He moved quickly towards the man who didn't even have a second to react.

"Harrison!"

End of dreamscape

Harrison was startled into awareness by the shout. He had to grip the table to keep from falling ungraceful heap on the floor.

Looking up he saw a black haired man with red slitted eyes. At first he thought he was still dreaming. He quickly stood and did a quick pat down told him that he was in his true form.

When Harrison looked up at the man again he felt familiar. It took a minute for him to realize who the man was. His father...

The man gave a chuckle at his reaction, "Well it seems you had an eventful study period."

Shock was still coursing through him. He knew that his father was back. The entire house did after his mother's announcement. He just didn't expect to meet the man so soon.

At the earliest he expected sometime in the morning. By the fact that it was still dark outside he doubted that he missed breakfast. More likely than not his father was just coming in from his rebirth.

Harrison replied rubbing a hand over his face, "I was studying and it seems I fell asleep, father."

The man smirked, "I can see that. Though your dream didn't seem to be a happy one."

Nice winced at the memory of his dream. His right shoulder still bore the scar from the explosion that nearly took it. That mission cost him a lot when it came to recovery time. Six months without being allowed to train. Another three before he could take a mission.

That mission had been one of the most dangerous he took. The easiest part of the job had been the gravity minimum user. Everything went downhill before and after that. He ended up with scars all over his body. Some wounds took longer to heal than others.

He shook himself from the memories to focus back on his father. The man was watching him carefully.

His father said his eyes narrowed, "What are you thinking about, Harrison? It seemed rather painful for you."

You…you know who I am?" he asked hesitantly, looking up into the warm crimson eyes above him. His voice was smooth, emotionless, but dry. The man smirked at him, and came closer. He didn't dare back away. His father reached a hand out and touched his cheek. He hid a wince when it came into contact with a glamoured bruise. No one knew about the mission he had just gotten back from, and he did not want anyone to know about it. Least of all his father. Then again, he forgot what benefits his father gained as head of house.

Crimson eyes narrowed at the hidden wince, and jade eyes widened slightly as the Dark Lord traced the outline of his glamoured bruise with a long finger, rage growing in his scarlet gaze. He barely stopped himself from paling when that furious gaze was turned on him, all to grateful when it softened slightly. His father was going to avoid the topic at the moment, but not for long.

His last mission left enormous bruises and cuts all along his body. Some of them had been used with such dark magic that it was taking longer to heal than normal.

The bruise on his cheek was one such wound. There was a massive wound to his left side that took 78 stitches to close up. They were the only wounds left from his last mission.

Food appeared on the table in front of them. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sky disappear with a worried light in her own blue eyes. Her two masters were about to talk for the first time, and with clashing opinions of one another, she had every reason to be worried.

"Sit." was the command that came from his father, and he found himself obeying without a thought. More than a little shocked at the rapid obedience, he turned to his father, who was lounging gracefully in his chair, with questioning eyes. His father caught the gaze, and smirked.

"You are of Slytherin blood, and magic's hand-picked heir, and as Head of House, your blood and magic recognize me as one to trust and obey. It will not be so all the time, only those times that I need to. You are my son and deserve to be treated as such."

He felt overwhelmed at his father's revelation, perhaps that was why his father's smirk broadened. It made him want to leave immediately. Only the oath he took when he became apart of Hamatora stopped him. This was his mission.

"We have much to talk about child." a low grumble from his stomach unwillingly brought a soft flush to his pale face, one that intensified when he heard his father chuckling across from him.

"I haven't had much to eat today." he mumbled under his breath, a tad nervous when his father's laughter was immediately cut short.

"When was the last time you ate?" the man demanded, his crimson eyes narrowing on his son. "When was the last time Bellatrix fed you, or called you for a meal that you didn't just come for?" the last question was hissed, not in parseltongue, but pretty close. His father was mad.

He mumbled something incoherent, and was set on edge when his father's eyes glowed with rage. Harrison could feel his father's magic reacting to his anger.

3 MONTHS!" his father roared.

Even without his earphones on he could see the rippling waves of sound. His minimum was reacting to the perceived threat.

He didn't see what the big deal was. He ate on his own, and Bellatrix never called him unless it was important. The dinner the night his father returned had been something that Bellatrix had told him before that he needed to be there. He couldn't understand his father's outrage, though.

His father's rage cooled suddenly, as if it were simmering, but it was still there. The man's eyes searched his face, landing once again on the hidden bruise. His father summoned Sky who brought back with her a potion. His father's eyes studied the potion in his hand, narrowing slightly when he realized what the lavender potion in his hand was. Before the man could ask him, however, he stowed the bottle away in his jacket pocket.

How was he going to get out of this without explaining who he was? Without explaining that he was part of the most notorious group of mercanaries to ever walk the earth. He should have thought this though before accepting this mission.