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Harrison's POV

Master said lowly, "You cannot stop him from his work, Voldemort. Your family magic binds him to you but he has sworn an oath of loyalty to the Guild. Bound by magic and blood, not even you can break such a bond."

Harrison rumbled low in his chest, "Master, you do not have to say such things. My loyalty is not simply bound by my oaths. It was the Hunter Guild that taught me blood doesn't make a family. You all are the closest things to have a family."

Scars from dark magic littered his body. Some were from missions. Others were from his mother and brothers practicing on him. At least until his skills were good enough to protect himself.

His father growled, "You cannot choose your blood, Harrison. Whether you like it or not I am your father."

"And whether you like it or not, Father," he snarled back, "I am a Hunter. It is my sworn duty to evaluate every supposed Lord of Magic. Whether they are Light or Dark."

There was no telltale widening of the man's eyes in surprise. His father was too controlled over his magic for such things. Though the magic around him tightened its hold.

Master's hand landed on his shoulder as he said, "Go with him, Nice. You still have your orders to follow. Try not to die."

Harrison snapped to attention before he responded, "Yes sir!"

Then he moved away from the Master. The magic restricting him suddenly lifted. His father's hand clamped down on his shoulder. The feeling of being pulled through a rubber tube.

They reappeared at the edge of the manor's wards. He looked to his shack with a longing expression as his father dragged him through the grounds, up to the gates, but he knew he couldn't stop there for two reasons. 1. His father's grip was so tight it was cutting off circulation, and 2. His father would probably crucio him for showing such disrespect.

He returned his attention to the gates ahead as they passed his shack. His father flicked his wand and the gates turned misty while they walked through, solidifying after they had gone. The man led him up to the fourth floor, where his rooms were. Only the Dark Lord was allowed on the fourth and top floor of the manor…and now he was.

He gulped as he was pulled through the man's bedroom, too fast for him to take notice of his surroundings, and into his father's study. He was gently pushed into the single chair in front of the man's desk, noting that a sticking charm was placed on him the moment he sat down. He glanced at his father nervously when the man sat down and stared at him from across the desk. Of course, none of this nervousness showed up on his face.

"I'm not happy with you, child," His father said.

Crimson eyes narrowing as they studied his every move. He had to work hard not to fidget under his father's x-ray-like gaze. Why did the man make him feel so unsure of himself? He asked himself. He didn't bother nodding, either.

"You've been hiding things from me," Obviously, "You've hidden them well, but considering who I am, you couldn't have hidden them well enough from me."

I know that now. Thought the boy with a low growl. Hiding things from people was part of his life. Had been since the very moment he was taken in by the Hunters. The Hamatora was made as a group of ragtag Hunters. Members who didnt belong anywhere else.

His father continued, "Why did I have to find that you are a Hunter by putting a tracking spell on you?"

"Why didnt I tell you that I was a Hunter Guild member? Besides the fact that you know Hunters infiltrate and observe all Lords of Magic. Whether they are true Lords or not. Should the prove to be a danger to the world's balance then we are to kill them. So you tell me, father. Why did I not tell you?"

Harrison's magic hummed beneath his skin. It pushed against its binds that he so carefully constructed. His magic wasnt something he could control.

Already the books on his father's shelves were shaking. Then the lamps and other metal items began to shake. With every passing moment, the shaking grew more violent as his magic broke out of his control completely.

His father's red eyes narrowed dangerously as he ordered, "Calm down Harrison."

He grunted out, "I cant. I have control over my minimum but my magic is a different story."

Magic had always been difficult for him to control. At 15 though it was getting ridiculous. Accidental magic was supposed to stop at 11 maybe 12 for the powerful. To be fifteen and still unable to control his magic meant either he was an idiot. Which he wasn't. Or it meant that his magic couldn't be controlled by normal means.

The unsecured items began to fall off the shelves. While glass items began to shatter.

Warm hands suddenly encircled his wrists. His magic lashed out against the binds that his father was putting on him. The hands-on his wrist were locking in his magic in a way that he never felt before.

His father murmured, "Calm down, Harrison. Things will be better when you wake up."

Then the world went black.

Marvolo's POV

Harrison's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He barely caught the boy before his son hit the ground. The magic that half-destroyed his office went back into the child's body. This time calmer than it was before.

Hunters' magic was just as powerful as he heard about. Uncontrolled power that sung beneath the skin of the wizard. Very few could have survived having such a thing in them for so long.

This only proved that he was right when he thought his son was his heir. His power while unrefined was far greater than either of his brothers.

Still, he carefully checked his son's vitals. It seemed the child was only unconscious. That was good. Losing control over one's magic was unpredictable as it was. He would not lose his child.

For the moment he would have Harrison stay in the heir rooms. It would be several days before they could make a trip to Gringotts. Until then he would need to find a way to keep his son here where he belonged.

Warding the room would only last so long. Even with his skill in magic.

A frown marred his face as he remembered something he had made years ago. It was a silver bracelet with two magical stones. It was crafted by the goblins just before he disappeared.

Warding that as an alert, health and magical monitors, as well as a tracker, would work. Making it so that only he could remove it wouldn't be difficult either.

With that, he made his decision and scooped up his child gently.