A/N thanks for your reviews and support.

WhiteElfElder: thanks for your review my friend. I think your right. But for harry he has never known his father. So he will be wary of the man.

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Harrison's POV

"Many things indeed." he heard his father mutter as they began eating. When they both were full and satisfied, he felt his father's eyes land on him.

"Now," the man began, watching as he turned to him, jade eyes guarded, but grudgingly curious. "Where did you get that bruise?"

At the question, he froze. He couldn't tell his father, it would out everything about his secret life, which is meant to be just that. SECRET!

For just a brief moment he panicked his hand going to the headphones around his neck. If he was able to get that door open he could make 15 feet before his father could get his wand out.

A moment later it passed. He could do this. Harrison Riddle Black was just a child perceived by all around him to be a squib. Nice of Hamatora was a strong leader and well respected hunter and detective. He could pull this off.

He answered vaguely, "I was doing work for a friend. Considering the fact that the woman who claims to be my mother says I'm a squib I have been making a name for myself."

He didn't miss the way his father's eyes narrowed in suspicion. The man suspected there was more to this.

His father growled, "You are not a squib!"

Harrison shrugged as he replied, "That is what I have been told since I was a small child. Are you telling me that someone lied to us all?"

His father seemed to pause for a moment. His red eyes held a contemplative look in them. When they feel on his headphones there was confusion.

"What are those?"

How to explain his headphones? He required them for his minimum. Trying to explain a minimum to someone without using it was difficult. Especially considering that his father had never come across the minimums users.

He answered finally, "They're headphones. I was given them as a gift from a friend."

That was the truth. Lukas a fellow minimum holder had given them to him as a gift. They were less extravagant than the one's the school provided but the friendship between them was stronger. Not two weeks after that day Lukas had committed suicide for reasons that were still a mystery. He wore the headphones in memory of his best friend.

As his hand went up to touch them in memory his father's hand shot out. It enclosed around his wrist. Their magics entertwined and the air crackled with the electrical charge.

His father's thumb was right on the pulse point. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. His father was reading his magic.

His father frowned, "Your magic is on the darker side of neutral. That certainly wasn't what I was expecting. What do you feel when you practice?"

"I practice most neutral magics. Both dark and light magic come easily to me regardless," he explained.

He never went to Hogwarts like his brothers. By that time he had already started at the school for minimum holders. It only reaffirmed his mother's suspicion that he was a squib.

His father said coolly, "You have magic. Even someone without magic sensitivity should be able to see that."

Harrison said tiredly, "I have always been able to feel my magic. Bellatrix never really liked having me around. To her I was the unwanted one. An extra that should have never been born. That's probably why she was so quick to believe I was a squib."

His father's face became stormy as he listened. Bellatrix was not going to live long it seemed. Part of him felt vindictive glee. She would finally get what she deserved. Another part was worried. How far would his father go to chase after him?

This was a long term mission that he was on. He could still take short terms as it was. Or even higher priority long terms. It was going to be difficult to be a "Detective" and a wizard's heir.

As if in answer to his thoughts his phone powered by magic vibrated in his pocket. His father raised an eyebrow at this but allowed him to pull it out. It was a message from Murasaki.

M: Hey heard your father is back. Nothing bad is happening, right?

Just a hint of a smile crossed his face as he read it. Same old Murasaki. The slightly older boy might act cold and callous but he did care. He messaged back.

N: Alive. Cant really talk at the moment. Usual place and time?

M: Will be there.

That took care of that. Murasaki wasn't one to mince words or draw things out longer than needed. They would meet by the lake at noon.

"Something important, Harrison?"

Shit! He forgot the man was sitting there.

He answered stowing his phone back into his pocket, "Just my partner checking in on me."

"Partner?" Came his father's question with a raised eyebrow.

Harrison shrugged as he replied, "I'm a detective. We work in at least teams of two sometimes more."

Hamatora was just one of the groups that made up their network. It was controlled by the Master and Koneko. Teams were himself and Murasaki with the occasional Hajime. Ratio and Birthday. Then there was Three and Honey.

Each group played on its members strengths and weaknesses. On rare occasions the three teams would work the same case. Harrison could only remember it ever happening twice. When it did it was a dangerous mission.

The look in his father's eyes told him he didn't approve of such a job. To the man it was a very muggle job. One that did not pay well especially for a teenager. If only he knew. Then he would be more worried about Harrison getting himself killed than anything else.