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Marvolo's POV

He felt the wards accept Harrison back into the manor. The sun was setting over the trees and his son had been gone almost all afternoon. The tracking spell on the back of his shirt had led to the Forest of Dean well into the woods. A place where he knew that there was nothing out there. A perfect place for a discreet meeting.

He stood and moved towards the window so that he could look out on the grounds. Harrison could be seen moving towards the shack that he had a room in. Even from a distance Marvolo could see the exhaustion.

Whatever he was doing it exhausted him. It was the perfect time to go confront his son.

It only took a few moments for him to make his way towards the shack. The lights were on inside and movement could be heard. Marvolo didn't bother with knocking as he entered.

Sounds could be heard from the kitchen and he followed them. Harrison stood in the kitchen his focus seemed to be on something internal.

Sky the house elf that he specifically assigned to Harrison had pots and pans moving around the small kitchen. She was the primary caretaker of his son. Doing the job that Bellatrix seemed to believe was beneath her. Marvolo would show the woman the error of such judgment.

Marvolo leaned against the doorframe watching his son. He could feel the younger's magic saturating the air around them. It was dark and powerful. How anyone could consider the boy a squib was beyond him.

Upon closer examination of the boy he noticed a falcon tattoo on his son's right hand. It wasn't large or extravagant making it difficult to notice. The symbol felt familiar but he couldn't place where he had seen it before.

Then his son's head shot up but his eyes were unfocused. The ever present headphones at his neck swinging slightly with the movement. Trapped in a memory it would seem.

A ringing snapped them both out of their thoughts. Harrison's eyes became focused and green clashed on red. His son it seemed was surprised to find him there.

Harrison inquired ignoring the ringing from his pocket, "Father what are you doing here?"

Marvolo answered with his head turned to the side, "I came to check on you since the awards alerted me to your return."

Harrison sighed, "There is no need to check on me, Father."

Marvolo chuckled lightly, "You are my son. So yes I will check on you, Harrison. Are you going to answer that?"

Marvolo wasn't ignorant of the muggle world. He knew that ringing came from a phone. It shouldn't work in the wards of the manor. Yet he could hear it.

Harrison pulled his phone from the right pants pocket. Marvolo watched as killing curse green eyes widened.

His son drew his wand and said, "Accio jacket and gloves."

Marvolo side stepped just in time for a black jacket and gloves with the same falcon symbol on them to fly in. Harrison immediately put it on and began putting on the jacket. His fingers expertly buttoned the jacket. On its right shoulder was a falcon symbol.

He knew that symbol but for the life of him he could not remember how. Whatever it was he didnt have a lot of information on it. The right glove had the same symbol on it while the left didnt have anything on.

The boy ran a hand tiredly through his hair. Tired green eyes turned to him as he stated, "I have to go, Father."

Marvolo inquired coldly, "And if I don't let you?"

The tiredness left his son's posture. His free hand touched the headphones as if they were a weapon.

Harrison replied equally as cold, "A vow. Once I'm informed I must arrive within the hour. Are you going to risk my life? Or do you believe I am worthless just dear mother?"

For a moment they were in a standoff. Marvolo could not realistically call the boy's bluff without risking his life. He could however use the tracking charm to follow him.

So for the moment he allowed his son to pass. It did not mean however he would not follow.

Harrison's POV

He wanted to bang his head into the nearest wall. The call for a Guild Council meeting could not come at a worse time. His father was watching him far closer than he would have liked.

As he left the wards of the manor he slipped on his ring donning the Nice persona. Then he apparated to the Council grounds.

This wasn't the first time the Council had been called since he joined the Hunter's. Usually it was a Ministry wanting them to interfere in a war. It was almost always denied unless they were already investigating the other side.

Guilds hold the balance in the world. They judge all who call themselves Lords. Whether this is Light or Dark Lords it matters not. A meeting can be called with the Guild council by any who are deserving. 2 representatives of each guild will come to each gathering.

There were two main guilds that investigated and took care of problems. The Hunters and the Assassins.

Hunters are marked by a falcon on their right hand. This guild are the watchers and killers of those who call themselves Lords. Trained at a young age they are give themselves fully to the guild. Only the best will receive the mark on their hands.

Assassins are marked by two knives crossed. Will kill for profit. Trained at a young age they are give themselves fully to the guild. Only the best will receive the mark on their hands. Occassionally will work with the Hunters in order to bring down a target.

They were just two of the seven Guilds. Each Guild had it's own speciality and members. Someone could be apart of multiple Guilds but if one was on the Council they could only represent one.

Harrison landed in the ancient forest in Germany. It was protected by a charm created by the Master's Guild. Only members of the Council and those approved by the Council could enter.

Master stood on the edge of the ward line. When he crossed it the wards accepted him without an issue.

Master greeted, "Nice, glad to see you made it. Any problems?"

The change in Harrison was immediate. His back straightened and his head was held high. Glamoured blue eyes met cold brown.

Nice replied honestly, "I had to reveal that I made an oath. While I didn't reveal the nature of my oath my father is suspicious. No doubt he will try to follow me here."

Master remarked with a nod, "It would have happened eventually. With your apparition skills he won't be able to follow you that way though."

Nice nodded his acceptance and fell into step slightly behind the man as he moved. He might be on the Council but he still was one of Master's Hunters. That meant he stayed half a step behind the man.

The official grounds had seven long tables. They went straight for the table marked by a falcon. The other Council membere gave short nods of acknowledgement. As usual it seemed they were the last to arrive.

Two matching files awaited at their table. It was all known information on the one asking for this meeting. He flipped it open to the picture and nearly flinched. Twinkling blue eyes stared back at him. Despite never going to Hogwarts he knew this man. Everyone in Europe knew this man. Albus Dumbledore.