A/N Thanks for your reviews and support.

Blosiom: thanks for your review, my friend. Harry is 14 going on 15.

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Harrison's POV

Their meeting with Gringotts didnt last much longer after he got his rings. He would be given a rundown on everything he needed to know back at Yaxley manor. For now, he was emancipated due to his Lordships. Until he could prove himself though he was under the guidance of Lord Yaxley. The papers had been signed while he was getting the blocks removed.

So for as long as Yaxley wanted him around, he would not have to return to the Dursley's house. That was the best news he had heard all day. Returning to them would be the reason he died. His uncle had nearly killed him after all.

He and Yaxley flooed to the man's manor. They landed in a kind of sitting room. There were three armchairs and a couch. It was then that he remembered all of his school stuff was back at the Dursley's. Most of it could be replaced but there were a few things that couldn't.

Harrison said moving back towards the floo, "I have to go back to my aunt's house. There are things that I left behind."

Yaxley replied moving towards one of the sitting room's armchairs, "We can replace everything as long as you have your wand."

Harrison denied with a low growl, "No, there are things there that cant be replaced. I need to get them before my aunt and uncle destroyed them."

Corbin looked back at him with an appraising look. For his part, the boy held firm in his beliefs. He would not stop at this point. He had to get his journal, Marauder's Map, invisibility cloak, and photo album. They were not replaceable items.

Corbin sighed and said, "Fine then. Let us go before it gets too late."

Harrison perked up as he replied, "Thank you, sir. We need to go to Number 4 Private Drive Surrey."

Yaxley nodded and led them outside instead of to the floo. It seemed they would be apparating back to his aunt's house. The grounds were open and spacious.

Harrison could see a building on the far left. He could sense the wards on the wards on the building. Even from this distance, he could tell that they were powerful. They only allowed entrance and exit to Yaxley. That meant something inside was alive.

His curiosity burned within him but he wasn't sure how to ask. Questions typically got him berated or in the case of the Durselys it ended in a beating.

Yaxley sighed, "Ask your questions, Harrison. Do not be afraid to ask me if you have a question. I will not harm you. Though I would have you wait to get your stuff till after the healer has seen you. Though you do not look like you will wait."

Harrison hesitated for a moment before he inquired, "What do you have in that building?"

Yaxley smiled gently as he replied, "That's where I keep wolves. They are gentler in nature than wild wolves but I need to be the one who introduces you. Otherwise, they might bite you. We can do that after you are looked at by a healer."

Harrison nodded. They then moved towards the backside of the property. There they found the end of the apparation wards. Yaxley held out his arm waiting for Harrison to take it. With the slightest of hesitation, he took it.

The feeling of being pulled from through a tube overtook him. It pushed on the wounds that had not completely healed. He winced in pain but didnt not allow any other signs to show on his face.

When it ended they were on a familiar street of Private Drive. The street was practically empty of people. Given the time of day, it wasnt that surprising. It was mid-afternoon on a weekday. Most adults would be at work. With the heat, those who weren't at work would be inside trying to stay cool.

Harrison led Yaxley to the perfectly manicured lawn of Number 4. It looked exactly the same as those around it. Though Harrison could sense the wards. They were weak and wouldn't be able to keep out even Yaxley. There was no doubt in his mind that the man beside him was a dark wizard. However, Harrison could not sense any ill intentions. So, for now, he would allow the Lord close. That didnt mean trust was made yet.

Walking up to the door he knocked lightly. With any luck, his uncle would be at work. There was the sound of movement before the door was yanked open. Then it was slammed back in his face. Yep, that was his aunt all right.

Yaxley drew his wand and growled, "Stand aside, Harrison. Let me take care of this."

The boy grabbed the other's arm to stop him. With one arm still in a sling, he wouldn't able to physically stop him but with any luck, he would be able to reason.

"Don't let me try something," he insisted, "Aunt Petunia you really don't want to leave me on the doorstep do you? What if the neighbors see?"

There was a soft curse on the other side of the door. It made him give a vicious grin in return. He knew what she was considering. The chances of him leaving before the neighbors saw. It wasn't high. He would not leave without his stuff.

She flung open the door and ordered curtly, "Come in. Hurry up and do what you need to do and leave. If you are here when Vernon gets back I won't be responsible for what happens to you."

Yaxley snapped, "If he tries anything against my ward while I am here I will make you wish you had never been born. Do I make myself clear?"

:Sir?: He was the man's ward but he didnt expect this sort of protectiveness. It was as if Yaxley cared about what happened to him.

The way his aunt paled Harrison knew she understood the threat. Instead of retorting, she went to the kitchen. Most likely to avoid any other confrontations between them.

The first thing he did was undo the latches on the cupboard. This allowed him with some measure of difficulty to haul his trunk and Hedwig's cage out. He stared at it for the briefest of moments realizing it would be the last time. Good riddance was his thoughts on it. If he never came back to this house it would be too soon.

Yaxley gently took the trunk and cage from him. With a flick of his wand, they were shrunk and placed into his pocket. Harrison smiled faintly. There were few things he loved seeing more than magic.

Then he turned and went up the stairs to the room he was given. He would never claim that it was his room. It had never been his. Just as the house was never his home.

The room had not changed at all since earlier that day. There was dried blood on the floor from where he had laid. Blood droplets led towards the door from where the Foundation had carried him out. Their first aid had not been enough to stop the bleeding. Simply enough to stabilize him so that he could be moved. Hedwig had been out carrying a letter to Ron and Hermione. One he knew would not get a satisfactory response. Oh well, he would have time to heal and search for a cure for his problem at Yaxley manor.

Moving so that he stood by the bed he bent down. He had to carefully remove the loose floorboard so as not to jar his arm. Then he took out the map, his journal, some cauldron cakes, and his photo album. He couldn't fit his cloak in there but so far it had been safe in his trunk. With his most prized possessions, he was ready to leave and never look back.