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Harrison's POV

Sneaking away while under his father's watch was more difficult than he expected. The man seemed determined to watch him like a hawk. It wasn't until the evening almost a full day of being around his father that he got away.

After getting to the apparition point he was gone. A moment later he appeared in the forest he and Murasaki used for training. The light grey haired man stood across the clearing. He was wearing a dark-colored shirt with a red-orange coat that possesses a black hood; his pants are gray, and boots.

Harrison was wearing his usual face rather than his Nice form. Murasaki raised an eyebrow but he was already pulling the ring from his pocket. Once he placed it on his index finger he felt the magic fall into place. His hair lightened from black to brown. His eyes changed from their poison green to an azure blue.

His partner said noting his relaxed posture, "You seem to be healing well enough. Up for the spar?"

Harrison rolled his shoulders back testing his body. There were still some aches and pains. Nothing he couldn't handle though.

Touching the headphones on his neck he asked, "Minimum or no minimum?"

They paused for a moment before they both said, "No minimum."

Murasaki had yet to beat him without minimum. He hadn't even gotten close with it.

Harrison threw off his cloak in favor of freer movement. The other lunged at him. He dodged with a grin beginning to form on his face.

Harrison used his superior speed to dodge around on the other. Murasaki was fast but he couldn't keep up with the younger teenager. Harrison was dodging around his blows careful not to get hit. Murasaki might not be using his minimum but he was still stronger than most people.

As Murasaki came in for another strike he grabbed the elder's arm. With the speed and strength trained into him he twisted and threw the grey haired boy.

Murasaki landed with an oomph and Harrison planted a foot on his chest. It ended the match. There was disappointment in the elder's eyes but he accepted his defeat.

Despite never beating him, Murasaki was always a good sport. Every loss taught him something new. Each brought him closer to the day that he might win.

Harrison helped his partner to his feet and they began again. Blows exchanged easily without hesitation. They knew that hesitation in the field could get one of them killed.

An hour later they stopped for water and for Harrison to draw a dueling circle. Both of them used magic to it's fullest. Dark, light, or neutral it didn't matter. They fought all kinds so they had to use all kinds.

Once they circle was complete spells began to fly. They both used nonverbal spells in order to improve their abilities. Being as young as he was it should have been possible for Harrison to have mastered the ability. However thanks to Master and the other members of Hamatora he mastered this before his brothers went to Hogwarts.

Harrison surprisingly never got his letter. Even with magic it didn't arrive like his brothers. Master had always suspected foul play but they couldn't prove it.

Harrison used spells taught to him by Severus Snape. He was the only one out of his father's followers that didn't think of him as a squib. Other spells taught to him by the School and Hunters were just as quick to come to mind. He would use them now and again knowing Murasaki knew the counter.

Both of them had to be aware of the circle. If they fell out of it then they would lose the duel.

Flipendo masked as a stunner followed by a Gaelic curse was what finished it. The moment Murasaki hit the ground he cast the counter. No need for his partner to get hurt after all.

Then he pulled Murasaki to his feet and began again. Hour after hour passed until both boys were exhausted. The final part of training however had not begun.

This time it wasn't a battle but a test of their minimum. Over the years his sonic minimum had evolved the more he used it. It was sitting comfortably at 15 feet before he slowed. He was hoping to continue to expand it.

They measured out fifteen feet then his partner left him to it. Minimums were special to each holder. Evolution was unique to each of them and wasn't something to be shared.

His hands went to the headphones at his neck. For a moment he hesitated an image of a young dirty blond haired boy with bright blue eyes flashed before his eyes. On missions he never hesitated. It would mean his or his partner's death if he did.

It was during trainings that his memories came out. Unlike most people he would rather not forget his bad memories. There were good ones with the bad ones.

His breathing slowed and his headphones went over his ears. The world slowed and he could see the sound waves of the world around him.

Harrison's fingers snapped and with the sound waves he moved. To him he was just running. To everyone else he would have disappeared and reappeared. As expected the world around him returned to normal the moment his foot hit the line. Fifteen feet exactly.

By the time he collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion he had made zero progress. It was to be expected though. It had taken him years to get to the fifteen mark. All he had to do was keep working at it.

Part of him was surprised when a hand entered his vision. Another part wasn't. The bond between Hamatora members ran thicker than blood. Murasaki gave him a small smile. It seemed he didn't have any luck either.

Harrison clasped the other's forearm and was hauled to his feet. Harrison swayed slightly on his feet. He didn't eat much that day and it was coming back to bite him.

Murasaki said meeting his eyes, "Be safe with your family. I know how much this mission gets at you. Even if you don't show it."

Harrison drew himself up his back straightening as he said, "Its a mission Murasaki. We have to know what my father plans to do. I will not let my personal feeling get in the way."

Brown eyes searched his glamoured blue ones. Then he nodded with a quick turn and a crack the other was gone. Harrison didn't hesitate to follow him.